From Bad to Worse

I think Rachel was...almost scared when I asked if I could fill it in...dammit Funny! You fucked it up again! I bet she is really scared! I was way to fucking forward!

I pace in the living room. As i pace, i notice that everyone has awoken from their little cat nap. Ashley wakes up happy, but then her smile fades when she realizes that Jorel isn't beside her. I continue to pace, and anxiously wait for Jorel and Ashley to come back out of the room.

I wonder what they are doing...?

When the door finally opens, Rachel is smiling and immediately heads into the kitchen. I go to sit down on the couch next to Danny and he is texting someone one his phone. I glance once, to see if I know who it is. I immediately feel infuriated when i see the receiver name as "Jessie <3" . I feel my chest burning. I really just want to lean over and punch Danny square in his fucking face. I look once more and the last words he typed in were:

I love you Jessie girl. - D

As I'm cursing Danny out in my head, I see Rachel exit the kitchen with two plates of brownies. Some on a green plate, and some on a white plate.

"What's with the two plates?" Ashley asks.

Rachel gives me a teasing...almost...sexy smirk, then looks at the plates, then back to Ashley.

"Well...the green plate has...how do you say...a special ingredient..." Rachel giggles out. My eyes widen.

No. She. Didn't.

Everyone jumps for the green plate, except Ashley and Rachel; they play it safe with the white plate.

There are three remaining brownies. I think about grabbing another, but I then remember I have already had four. Rachel gets up and brings the plate of the remaining brownies into the kitchen. I hear the microwave open, then close.

I guess she saving them for Jordon, he loves these things.

Everyone is giggling and laughing. We are all a perfect amount of high, excluding the girls. We aren't high enough for us to be complete dumb-asses, but enough to be in a really good mood and somewhat aware of what's going on. I go and sit beside Rachel who is sitting by Danny, lying her head on his shoulder. He is blowing her off as if she isn't there.

God...if only she knew what he was actually doing to her...

I go back to cursing at Danny in my head. I go to get a Coca Cola, I chug about a third of the can, then pour some Gin into the can. I finish it in about a minute. Just as I go to sit back down, Jordon walks in with his head hung low. I can't see his face, but I'm sure he has on a face of shame and guilt. He looked over to me; i was right. His Face was pitiful. I almost felt bad for him. But then remember Rachel's wound. I'm the only one who knows what he did to Rachel.

Rachel immediately gets up, and runs, into the kitchen. Jordon follows slowly. I began to worry.

What if he hurts her again, nah, he won't. Because we are all conscious. He wouldn't dare.. About a minute later, he walks out with the biggest grin on his face and he's almost skipping. He has the plate of the remaining three brownies. Rachel soon follows with two cans of coke. She walks over to me and sits down. Then hands me one. I smile at her, then without a second thought, I give her a kiss on the cheek.

Shit.

Danny sees me, gets up, and punches me square in the jaw. I react, by punching his right across the nose. I punch Danny to the ground and pound on his stomach, arms, and face maniacally. Everyone finally notices we are fighting. Jordon and George pull me off of Danny while Matty and Jorel help Danny up.

"What the Hell were all of those punches for?!" Danny shouts, but its muffled because of the swelling in his cheeks and lips. I give him a glare of hatred. He's confused. He doesn't know I know what's going on with Jessie.

"You know exactly why I did that. Go on...tell Rachel, tell everyone. Break her heart. You know damn well what your doing..."I say very calm, yet loudly.

Rachel looks over at me, with sadness and anger built up in her eyes. She then looks over to Danny, who is looking down at the ground, his face still slightly bleeding. He looks her dead in the eyes, then walks out. He gets in his car and just leaves. We don't know where he went, but he left.

Rachel comes up to me and slaps me in the face, really hard.

"Ouch! What the fuck, Mami?" I screech, and actually wince from the pain.

"Tell me what the fuck Danny did?!" She shouts back. I've never seen her this angry before.

"We'll will you sit down please?" I ask calmly, and still in pain.

She nods and angrily stomps over to the couch, then plops herself down beside Ashley who has been watching in awe, and is cuddled into Jorel. All of the guys go sit on the couches and armchairs. I'm left standing there, with everyone watching me.

"We'll, when I was waiting for Jordon and You to come out of the kitchen, I sit beside Danny. I look over at his phone, and I'm not trying to be nosy. I was just bored. Anyway, I look over and see the contact as Jessie...with one of those hearts you can make in a text..." I pause. I look over to see Rachel already crying. With her hand covering her mouth.

"Do you want me to keep going, Rachel?" I ask, almost at a whisper. She looks up, and nods. I slowly continue.

"We'll, I glance once more to see what he said. The last thing he sent her was:

'I love you Jessie girl'.

I was enraged in my head. I would have knocked him out right then. But I held it in, but I released when he came over and hit me."

I look at Rachel. Her cheeks are stained with tears. Her usual bright lilac eyes, are now a dull grey. I noticed that when she was sad or angry, her eyes went from purple to grey. She got up and ran into my room. I heard her run into the bathroom, and I hear the door slam.

"Well...me and Ashley are gonna got out to eat with Matty and George. We will be at IHOP. So, if you wanna come, you know where we are at." Jorel says calmly with a monotone. I nod and they all leave in about 30 seconds. I go into my room and slowly close my door, not to disturb Rachel. I go sit by the bathroom door and just listen. She's crying.

~~~

(Rachel's POV)

I sit there and just cry, I know Dylan is there. I can see his feet under the door. I get a text from Danny.

{Danny <3} - Hey...Rachel...I'm so sorry...

I wait, but then respond.

{Me} - no you aren't...if you really cared, you wouldn't have done it in the first place...how long has this been going on?

A few minutes later I get a text.

{Danny <3} - ...A while...we were still together when we got together...I've been meaning to end it with her...I want to be with you...

I cry harder at the digital words on my screen. I calm down, then I responded.

{Me} - if you really wanted me...you wouldn't have been with her...it's over Danny. We're through.

I scream at my words and throw my phone against the wall. I find a razor and grab it. I slice my wrist. I never have before. It felt great. I see the blood trickling down my wrist and forearm. I hear Dylan shouts something at me then I see the door fling open...

~~~

(Dylan's POV)

It saddens me, so much. I just want her to be mine. I would treat her so much better. I think she knows that. I just want her to love m-!!

I'm interrupted by a scream that slips under the door. I hear a smash against the wall.

"What's wrong?!" I scream back. No answer.

I kick the door open and see her lying there crying silently with her right hand wrapped around her left wrist. I see one of my razors on the floor beside her, slightly bloody. I grab the razor and throw it away. I grab the first aid kit again, and gently pry her hand off of her wrist. She looks me in the eyes and just cries more. She feels awful about it. I clean her cut and put another hello kitty bandage on it. I lift her off the ground and just hold her while she cries. She buried her face into my shirt. I feel her breath passing thought the fabric of shirt and bouncing of my chest. I gently run my fingers through her hair.

"Why would he do this to me, Dylan, I thought he loved me?..I couldn't take it...I ended it with him..." She whimpers into my chest, causing it to be slightly muffled. I continue to pet her head and hair.

"It's for the best. And I don't know why he would do that to you, but I do know one thing..." I whisper to her. She looks up at me. Her eyes are grey but I watch them turn slightly purple.

"What...?" She says back. Her eyes turning more and more purple as we speak.

"I know that I love you, Rachel." I say. Her eyes flutter at my words.

"Please give me a chance...I'll treat you right...I promise..." I say. She just stares at me.

She sits up and kisses me. I pretty much expected it. I kissed back. She really wanted to do this. I could tell. Our mouths moved in sync. We didn't separate our kiss for a good five minutes. When we finally pulled apart, She got up and dragged me into the bedroom, and pushed my tall being onto the bed. She climbed on top of me and smashed her face into mine. I ran my hand up her sides and she quivered at my touch. I maneuvered my hands to her thighs. She froze in her tracks.

"Dylan...I love you so much...but I'm not ready..." She whimpered.

I stopped. I had to. I didn't want to, but I don't want to loose her. She got off of my body and laid right beside me. She snuggled into my side and flung her right leg over my legs. She then ran her hand under my T-shirt. She rubbed my stomach and chest. She asked me to take off my shirt. I was confused, but obviously agreed. She laid back on top of me and put her ear to my chest, right where my heart was.

"What are you doing?" I ask, confused at her actions. She starts to rub my belly.

"I'm just falling asleep to your heartbeat. It's calming." I nod, and begin to rub her back. She sits up a little and pokes my "heart" tattoo. I smile down at her.

Should I ask...will she be scared...well I think she is hinting at it...

"Well...what do you think...can I fill it in?" I ask, scared to death of her response.

She looks up at me, then to my ink, then back to me. She smiles and kisses it.

"Goodnight Dylan..." She whimpers, and kisses me a passionately again.

She lies back down and we fall asleep in each others arms.