A/N: PLEASE don't hate me for that last Chapter! You'll see by the end of
this! Tell ya what, I'll do you all a favor, by maybe lightening things up,
during the depressing Chapters. I'm just so sick of everything being so.
predictable, ya know? Like, "oh I love you Ace," "I love you too 'Karen'!"
And blady blady blah! I mean, C'Mon! That NEVER happens! Hehehe, but trust
me, if you guys aren't happy with the story by the end of this sequel, I'll
make it up to you by writing a great, HAPPY, fanfic, (with some drama and
conflict, of course) Okay? So please forgive me guys, you know I luv ya
all! Special thanks to everyone who's been reading this! Oh and by the way,
if any of you EVER find yourself like Jess, don't be a moron like her!
Leave the bastard! ::Smiles:: ~ The BliSh Lady!
Chapter 15:
Now, at the moment, I didn't have any bruises or cuts that anyone could see. I think they all figured Eyeball had stopped, but he hadn't. Whenever Eyeball did have an outburst, he'd be sweet and romantic the next day. He seemed so sincere each time that I guess a part of me really wanted to believe that he'd change.
For almost a month, Eyeball didn't hit me. I guess it was because we had our one-year anniversary. Which only meant that we were stuck deeper in all this shit. Eyeball came home yelling, and scaring me half to death.
"JESSIE!!!!!!" He screamed, and I knew what was coming.
"What's wrong Eyeball?" I said sheepishly. It was no use trying to calm him down anymore.
"Jess, I'm so sorry." He said, getting on his knees and hugging my waist, his head on my stomach. I was extremely confused.
"Eyeball what's going on?"
"Oh Jess, I don't know why I didn't believe you."
"Eyeball, what are you talking about?"
"Ace, I can't understand why I believed him over you. That fuckin' dick! Oh Jess, it must've been terrible for you!"
"Oh, well."
"And to have my jackass self, think you cheated on me, and then beat the shit out of you, I'm sorry."
"Eyeball, it's okay, I'm over it." I said, lying a little.
"No, and I made you hang around him. What the hell was I thinking?" His eyes started tearing, and I was out of my mind with confusion. I got on my knees and held the sides of his face. "Eyeball, I'm fine now. I'm okay." He just shook his head, as a tear fell. "Oh Eyeball, I don't know why you're upset by this now, it's over, and nothing can be done about it."
"Yes, there can. I'm going to fuckin' kill him!" He said enraged.
"No Eyeball, don't! He's my best friend."
"He raped my wife."
"I'm okay. Really, don't start something you'll regret. I need you, and so do the kids."
"I have to do something."
"You haven't for a few months, so why bring it up now, it's in the past."
"But."
"Eyeball, I'm fine. Let's just leave it alone okay?" Eyeball sighed. "Okay?" I repeated, and he nodded. I smiled and gave him a kiss. Although I wondered what brought this up.
A month later Eyeball had an outburst. My back was completely fucked up, as was my thighs. Week after week had gone by and his beatings started getting worse. But by now, Eyeball grew smart and hit me where I could cover it with clothes.
I was undressing in the room one day, when someone came in. I was in tight blue jeans and a black bra. Quickly, I turned around to see Vince.
"Oh, sorry Jess." He said then quickly glanced at my back. It was bruised all over, and had some cuts too. I quickly pulled on a pink t-shirt.
"T-That's okay Vince." I said nervously, hoping he wouldn't bring up my bruises. He walked over to me with a worried look on his face. Looks like I wasn't that lucky.
"What's the matter?" I pretended not to realize that he had seen my bruises.
"What happened to your back?" He said, fearful he knew the answer.
"Nothing, I just bump into things a lot."
"Back first?"
"Uh, no. I fell down some stairs yesterday, so it could've been from that." Okay, so it wasn't the best lie. I smiled then went to walk out of the room.
"Bullshit, what the fuck happened?" Vince's voice was toneless. I felt hot, painful tears behind my eyes. I closed my eyes, trying to stop them. "I told you, I'm careless." I tried the lie again. He walked up to me and put his hands on my shoulders.
"Let me see." A tear streamed down my face and I closed the door. Vince sat on the bed and I lifted up the back of my pink shirt so he could see my back better. It must've looked worse, or maybe he didn't get a good look before. He didn't say anything for what felt like forever. I pulled my shirt down and sat next to him. Every time a tear fell, I'd wipe it away quickly, ashamed of them. Vince just stared straight ahead, not blinking.
"So he hits you." He said, all the life drained from his voice. It looked as if he was fighting tears as well, although he wouldn't look at me.
"It's not that bad." I said smiling, trying to keep from crying.
"Where else do you have them?" He still wouldn't look at me.
"Everywhere." He quickly turned his head and looked at me, his expression shocked and worried. I laughed a little as tears rushed out.
"Can you show me?"
"I don't know if I should."
"Please Jess. I have to see how bad he's hurting you." I nodded, and stood. I took off my shirt and the only thing Vince was looking at were my bruises. Huge purple ones covered my stomach, arms, and back. Long, switchblade cuts followed them. A medium bruise rested slightly above my right breast.
"There's more." I said, my voice trailing. I unbuttoned my jeans, and showed Vince my thighs. There were more bruises all over my thighs, and around the hole, Eyeball made with the switchblade that one time. There was another hole like that, except not as deep, on my hip. "It's pretty much the same on the back of my thighs." I said, and pulled up my jeans.
"I'm going to kill him. I'm going to fuckin' kill him." I sat down beside him.
"Vince, you can't mention this to anyone."
"Shit Jess, I can't just not do anything. He shouldn't be doing this, why do you let him do this?
"Eyeball's a strong guy. Me against him?"
"When did this start?"
"A while ago. I'm used to it by now."
"You shouldn't be used to it. Why didn't you tell me this was going on?" "I thought you knew."
"Thought I knew? How could you possibly think I could've known?"
"Everyone else does."
"And no one's helping you? None of the Cobras? Gordie? Chris?"
"Gordie and Chris and them don't know. The Cobras do though. Do you think those pussies would go against an enraged drunk Eyeball?"
"What about Ace."
"Ace! Ace? Are you shittin' me? Ace fuckin' raped me, he's not going to help me."
"He what?"
"Vince you didn't know any of this?"
"No. I mean I knew you guys argued a lot, but I didn't think he'd actually hit you. And Ace, that mother fucker. I can't believe that rat fuckin' bitch screwed you. I'm going to kick his ass. He is dead."
"Vince please. If you bring this up to anyone especially Ace and Eyeball, I'll get it for sure. Eyeball would kill me, and I mean really kill me."
"Has he ever hit Melanie?"
"Hell no."
"Good. Because if he ever laid a finger on her, I'd send him to his grave. And Jason?"
"Nope. Just me."
"Does he hit you around them?"
"No, never. And he only hits me when he's drunk."
"Look at you! His ass has got to be drunk all the time."
"That reminds me, he'll be home soon."
"Good, I'll fuck him up right here." Vince said flicking out his silver switchblade.
"No Vince. You can't. I'll get thrashed."
"You are thrashed."
"Please promise me you won't do anything or say anything, at least for now."
"Jess. I." I took the sides of his face in my hands and looked into his eyes.
"Please Vince. Please." I said, and he slowly nodded. "Thank you so much." I gave him a hug. Slowly we released looking at each other. He leaned in and I stood on my toes, and we kissed slowly .When we released we just sort of looked at each other.
"I should uh, go."
"Yeah." I said softly.
"You'll tell me if he hits you again right?"
"Sure." I said in a light tone and Vince left. I sat on my bed, trying to figure out what had just happened. I pulled on my pink shirt and thought about it. I had just kissed Vince. Oh man, what was I doing? Ten minutes later I was in the kitchen and it had started to rain. Like pouring rain.
Chapter 15:
Now, at the moment, I didn't have any bruises or cuts that anyone could see. I think they all figured Eyeball had stopped, but he hadn't. Whenever Eyeball did have an outburst, he'd be sweet and romantic the next day. He seemed so sincere each time that I guess a part of me really wanted to believe that he'd change.
For almost a month, Eyeball didn't hit me. I guess it was because we had our one-year anniversary. Which only meant that we were stuck deeper in all this shit. Eyeball came home yelling, and scaring me half to death.
"JESSIE!!!!!!" He screamed, and I knew what was coming.
"What's wrong Eyeball?" I said sheepishly. It was no use trying to calm him down anymore.
"Jess, I'm so sorry." He said, getting on his knees and hugging my waist, his head on my stomach. I was extremely confused.
"Eyeball what's going on?"
"Oh Jess, I don't know why I didn't believe you."
"Eyeball, what are you talking about?"
"Ace, I can't understand why I believed him over you. That fuckin' dick! Oh Jess, it must've been terrible for you!"
"Oh, well."
"And to have my jackass self, think you cheated on me, and then beat the shit out of you, I'm sorry."
"Eyeball, it's okay, I'm over it." I said, lying a little.
"No, and I made you hang around him. What the hell was I thinking?" His eyes started tearing, and I was out of my mind with confusion. I got on my knees and held the sides of his face. "Eyeball, I'm fine now. I'm okay." He just shook his head, as a tear fell. "Oh Eyeball, I don't know why you're upset by this now, it's over, and nothing can be done about it."
"Yes, there can. I'm going to fuckin' kill him!" He said enraged.
"No Eyeball, don't! He's my best friend."
"He raped my wife."
"I'm okay. Really, don't start something you'll regret. I need you, and so do the kids."
"I have to do something."
"You haven't for a few months, so why bring it up now, it's in the past."
"But."
"Eyeball, I'm fine. Let's just leave it alone okay?" Eyeball sighed. "Okay?" I repeated, and he nodded. I smiled and gave him a kiss. Although I wondered what brought this up.
A month later Eyeball had an outburst. My back was completely fucked up, as was my thighs. Week after week had gone by and his beatings started getting worse. But by now, Eyeball grew smart and hit me where I could cover it with clothes.
I was undressing in the room one day, when someone came in. I was in tight blue jeans and a black bra. Quickly, I turned around to see Vince.
"Oh, sorry Jess." He said then quickly glanced at my back. It was bruised all over, and had some cuts too. I quickly pulled on a pink t-shirt.
"T-That's okay Vince." I said nervously, hoping he wouldn't bring up my bruises. He walked over to me with a worried look on his face. Looks like I wasn't that lucky.
"What's the matter?" I pretended not to realize that he had seen my bruises.
"What happened to your back?" He said, fearful he knew the answer.
"Nothing, I just bump into things a lot."
"Back first?"
"Uh, no. I fell down some stairs yesterday, so it could've been from that." Okay, so it wasn't the best lie. I smiled then went to walk out of the room.
"Bullshit, what the fuck happened?" Vince's voice was toneless. I felt hot, painful tears behind my eyes. I closed my eyes, trying to stop them. "I told you, I'm careless." I tried the lie again. He walked up to me and put his hands on my shoulders.
"Let me see." A tear streamed down my face and I closed the door. Vince sat on the bed and I lifted up the back of my pink shirt so he could see my back better. It must've looked worse, or maybe he didn't get a good look before. He didn't say anything for what felt like forever. I pulled my shirt down and sat next to him. Every time a tear fell, I'd wipe it away quickly, ashamed of them. Vince just stared straight ahead, not blinking.
"So he hits you." He said, all the life drained from his voice. It looked as if he was fighting tears as well, although he wouldn't look at me.
"It's not that bad." I said smiling, trying to keep from crying.
"Where else do you have them?" He still wouldn't look at me.
"Everywhere." He quickly turned his head and looked at me, his expression shocked and worried. I laughed a little as tears rushed out.
"Can you show me?"
"I don't know if I should."
"Please Jess. I have to see how bad he's hurting you." I nodded, and stood. I took off my shirt and the only thing Vince was looking at were my bruises. Huge purple ones covered my stomach, arms, and back. Long, switchblade cuts followed them. A medium bruise rested slightly above my right breast.
"There's more." I said, my voice trailing. I unbuttoned my jeans, and showed Vince my thighs. There were more bruises all over my thighs, and around the hole, Eyeball made with the switchblade that one time. There was another hole like that, except not as deep, on my hip. "It's pretty much the same on the back of my thighs." I said, and pulled up my jeans.
"I'm going to kill him. I'm going to fuckin' kill him." I sat down beside him.
"Vince, you can't mention this to anyone."
"Shit Jess, I can't just not do anything. He shouldn't be doing this, why do you let him do this?
"Eyeball's a strong guy. Me against him?"
"When did this start?"
"A while ago. I'm used to it by now."
"You shouldn't be used to it. Why didn't you tell me this was going on?" "I thought you knew."
"Thought I knew? How could you possibly think I could've known?"
"Everyone else does."
"And no one's helping you? None of the Cobras? Gordie? Chris?"
"Gordie and Chris and them don't know. The Cobras do though. Do you think those pussies would go against an enraged drunk Eyeball?"
"What about Ace."
"Ace! Ace? Are you shittin' me? Ace fuckin' raped me, he's not going to help me."
"He what?"
"Vince you didn't know any of this?"
"No. I mean I knew you guys argued a lot, but I didn't think he'd actually hit you. And Ace, that mother fucker. I can't believe that rat fuckin' bitch screwed you. I'm going to kick his ass. He is dead."
"Vince please. If you bring this up to anyone especially Ace and Eyeball, I'll get it for sure. Eyeball would kill me, and I mean really kill me."
"Has he ever hit Melanie?"
"Hell no."
"Good. Because if he ever laid a finger on her, I'd send him to his grave. And Jason?"
"Nope. Just me."
"Does he hit you around them?"
"No, never. And he only hits me when he's drunk."
"Look at you! His ass has got to be drunk all the time."
"That reminds me, he'll be home soon."
"Good, I'll fuck him up right here." Vince said flicking out his silver switchblade.
"No Vince. You can't. I'll get thrashed."
"You are thrashed."
"Please promise me you won't do anything or say anything, at least for now."
"Jess. I." I took the sides of his face in my hands and looked into his eyes.
"Please Vince. Please." I said, and he slowly nodded. "Thank you so much." I gave him a hug. Slowly we released looking at each other. He leaned in and I stood on my toes, and we kissed slowly .When we released we just sort of looked at each other.
"I should uh, go."
"Yeah." I said softly.
"You'll tell me if he hits you again right?"
"Sure." I said in a light tone and Vince left. I sat on my bed, trying to figure out what had just happened. I pulled on my pink shirt and thought about it. I had just kissed Vince. Oh man, what was I doing? Ten minutes later I was in the kitchen and it had started to rain. Like pouring rain.