Oxford Comma,
Self Inflicted.
I walked inside Jacques' mansion and was amazed at the size of it. I mean, it looked big from the outside but it looked even bigger from the inside. It was scary and wrong. I didn't know why I felt this way but I could tell something was about to go horribly wrong. Drama seemed to follow me everywhere these days.
"C'mon. Take this and you'll feel better." I drank whatever Brianne gave me and I could tell that my face wasn't as swollen as it was before. A couple of hours, and it'll be normal again.
We all sat down on the antique-looking chairs, Jacques and Brianne sitting next to each other, of course, and I was sitting on the other side, in front of Brianne. I was tense, and his constant smirking didn't exactly help either. He had something to say. Something big. I still wasn't completely sure on whether I wanted to hear it or not, but I could stand this air of fake kindness surrounding us. Someone had to break it, and I, surprisingly, was the one to do it.
I mean, sure, he has been really nice until now. But he can't possibly see me as anything else than his enemy's boyfriend. I was having a hard time trying to believe that Joshua wasn't like that. Sure, people said he was a player. But it's been three days and he didn't even remotely look at another girl the way he looks at me. He's been faithful. Right?
"Thank you Bri. " I said, beaming. She was such a good friend. I don't know what she ever saw in this guy.
"No prob. Um, excuse me, but I have to leave for a little bit. My grandma called me and she's really sick. I'll come back in a few hours. I'll take you back home, when I arrive. Bye!" She stood up, pecked Jacques on the lips and hugged me. With that, she left. Needless to say, the atmosphere was much more tense. Now that Brianne was out of the picture, who knew what he would do or say to me? I had a feeling I was about to find out.
He abruptly stood up from his chair and went to the bar. He came back with a bottle of whiskey and two glasses. He poured himself some.
"Want some?" He asked smirking.
Gosh, will he ever stop smirking? I shook my head and looked another way. I didn't like looking at him. He had something evil in him.
"Your loss."
"I don't think it's my loss. I'm not the one who's destroying her liver. I don't like alcohol and I don't like this situation either. So let's just stop pretending that we like each other and start telling me what you wanted to tell me since we came here. Maybe then you'll wipe off that stupid smirk." I said aggravated. I was surprised that I had had the guts to say that, but his smirk left his face, only to appear seconds later.
"I can see what Joshua sees in you. Fiery, aren't we?" He stopped for a few seconds, then spoke up again. "Has Joshua told you what he hid from you, the moment he saw you?"
"What are you talking about? The fact that he slept with a lot of girls? That isn't exactly news, you know?" I said smirking. Who did he think he was? I was Joshua's girlfriend. Of course he told me everything about him. Sure, it's been just three days, but the feelings we had for one-another were surreal. I can pretty much say, it was love.
"Oh, so he didn't." With that, the smirk left my face. "Well, I'll just come right out and say it. Last year, Joshua was with a girl. She was 17 and he was 18. By that age, he was pretty experienced in sex, with the high-school students who swooned over him. They appeared to be going strong. They even discussed engagements once." He explained calmly.
"Wait, do you mean he wanted to get married to that girl?" I asked shocked. He never told me anything like that. My heart was cracking right now.
"Exactly. Smart girl. It's because I like you, that I'm telling you this. Anyway, they wanted to get married and all that shit. Of course, questions popped up weeks later. Did he really want to get married? Wasn't he too young? Wasn't she? Of course, like those gullible Christian girls, she wanted to have sex after marriage. What a load of bullshit would that turn out to be. A month later, he bought her a promise ring. He promised to stay with her no matter what. The girl was so happy that she bought all that crap and gave him her virginity. A few weeks later, they broke up. She found out that he was cheating on her this entire time with a college student who was a stripper at night. Gotta give him props for that." He smirked again.
I stood up from my chair and started to pace around. Was he cheating on me, too?
"What happened?" I asked sitting back down.
"Obviously, he broke up with her. He wasn't ready for marriage at 18. That night, the girl found out she was pregnant. She wanted to keep the baby of course, but Joshua didn't want to be a father. He paid her 30 000$ to get out of town, have an abortion and never come back again. The girl was heart-broken, but she killed the baby against her own will. She took the money but came back to his house for a last try to make up. He packed her suitcases and she never came back. Nobody knows what she's doing where she is. We don't even know if she's alive anymore. She just broke contact."
I was crying. Crying so hard that I wanted to shout and deny all those preposterous rumors. They were just gossip, weren't they? He just wanted to get his stupid revenge on Joshua.
As soon as I opened my mouth to defend my boy-- Joshua, five words escaped his lips that will haunt me forever.
"Your boyfriend is a murderer." He said seriously.
With that, I shakily got up and left. I walked towards the road, where I shared a cab with a Spanish woman who was yelling at her attorney to hurry up with the divorce papers.
Great, just great.
"C'mon. Take this and you'll feel better." I drank whatever Brianne gave me and I could tell that my face wasn't as swollen as it was before. A couple of hours, and it'll be normal again.
We all sat down on the antique-looking chairs, Jacques and Brianne sitting next to each other, of course, and I was sitting on the other side, in front of Brianne. I was tense, and his constant smirking didn't exactly help either. He had something to say. Something big. I still wasn't completely sure on whether I wanted to hear it or not, but I could stand this air of fake kindness surrounding us. Someone had to break it, and I, surprisingly, was the one to do it.
I mean, sure, he has been really nice until now. But he can't possibly see me as anything else than his enemy's boyfriend. I was having a hard time trying to believe that Joshua wasn't like that. Sure, people said he was a player. But it's been three days and he didn't even remotely look at another girl the way he looks at me. He's been faithful. Right?
"Thank you Bri. " I said, beaming. She was such a good friend. I don't know what she ever saw in this guy.
"No prob. Um, excuse me, but I have to leave for a little bit. My grandma called me and she's really sick. I'll come back in a few hours. I'll take you back home, when I arrive. Bye!" She stood up, pecked Jacques on the lips and hugged me. With that, she left. Needless to say, the atmosphere was much more tense. Now that Brianne was out of the picture, who knew what he would do or say to me? I had a feeling I was about to find out.
He abruptly stood up from his chair and went to the bar. He came back with a bottle of whiskey and two glasses. He poured himself some.
"Want some?" He asked smirking.
Gosh, will he ever stop smirking? I shook my head and looked another way. I didn't like looking at him. He had something evil in him.
"Your loss."
"I don't think it's my loss. I'm not the one who's destroying her liver. I don't like alcohol and I don't like this situation either. So let's just stop pretending that we like each other and start telling me what you wanted to tell me since we came here. Maybe then you'll wipe off that stupid smirk." I said aggravated. I was surprised that I had had the guts to say that, but his smirk left his face, only to appear seconds later.
"I can see what Joshua sees in you. Fiery, aren't we?" He stopped for a few seconds, then spoke up again. "Has Joshua told you what he hid from you, the moment he saw you?"
"What are you talking about? The fact that he slept with a lot of girls? That isn't exactly news, you know?" I said smirking. Who did he think he was? I was Joshua's girlfriend. Of course he told me everything about him. Sure, it's been just three days, but the feelings we had for one-another were surreal. I can pretty much say, it was love.
"Oh, so he didn't." With that, the smirk left my face. "Well, I'll just come right out and say it. Last year, Joshua was with a girl. She was 17 and he was 18. By that age, he was pretty experienced in sex, with the high-school students who swooned over him. They appeared to be going strong. They even discussed engagements once." He explained calmly.
"Wait, do you mean he wanted to get married to that girl?" I asked shocked. He never told me anything like that. My heart was cracking right now.
"Exactly. Smart girl. It's because I like you, that I'm telling you this. Anyway, they wanted to get married and all that shit. Of course, questions popped up weeks later. Did he really want to get married? Wasn't he too young? Wasn't she? Of course, like those gullible Christian girls, she wanted to have sex after marriage. What a load of bullshit would that turn out to be. A month later, he bought her a promise ring. He promised to stay with her no matter what. The girl was so happy that she bought all that crap and gave him her virginity. A few weeks later, they broke up. She found out that he was cheating on her this entire time with a college student who was a stripper at night. Gotta give him props for that." He smirked again.
I stood up from my chair and started to pace around. Was he cheating on me, too?
"What happened?" I asked sitting back down.
"Obviously, he broke up with her. He wasn't ready for marriage at 18. That night, the girl found out she was pregnant. She wanted to keep the baby of course, but Joshua didn't want to be a father. He paid her 30 000$ to get out of town, have an abortion and never come back again. The girl was heart-broken, but she killed the baby against her own will. She took the money but came back to his house for a last try to make up. He packed her suitcases and she never came back. Nobody knows what she's doing where she is. We don't even know if she's alive anymore. She just broke contact."
I was crying. Crying so hard that I wanted to shout and deny all those preposterous rumors. They were just gossip, weren't they? He just wanted to get his stupid revenge on Joshua.
As soon as I opened my mouth to defend my boy-- Joshua, five words escaped his lips that will haunt me forever.
"Your boyfriend is a murderer." He said seriously.
With that, I shakily got up and left. I walked towards the road, where I shared a cab with a Spanish woman who was yelling at her attorney to hurry up with the divorce papers.
Great, just great.