TIFFANY'S POV:
I was catching up on Keeping Up With The Kardashians when I heard a scuffle at the door. Sighing heavily, I knew it was Andrew struggling to get his key in the lock. Finally, after a few minutes of struggling, he slammed the door shut behind him…
"You could've helped." he proclaimed as he walked down the hallway, kicking his shoes off in the process
"Why should I when you've brought this on yourself?" I questioned
I felt something hit my face a moment later and his shoe fell into my lap. Turning to him, I glared at him…
"Don't look at me like that," he proclaimed "and don't ever speak to me like that again!"
"I hate you when you're like this." I admitted as I climbed up from the sofa "So I'm going to go to bed. I'll see you in the morning."
"I don't think so." he informed me, grabbing a hold of my wrist, pulling me back, so much so I lost my balance and fell onto the sofa, him moving on top of me "We're going to stay here, and we're going to have sex."
"No we're not." I proclaimed, pushing him off of me "Not when you're stinking of booze and blind drunk!"
"Would you rather have had sex with the barman you were eye-sexing up in the bar earlier?" he questioned "Justin, I think I heard his boss call him."
"How dare you!" I hissed "You're the one I'm with, the one I'm building a future with. How can you think I'd want someone else?"
"Don't try and fob me off," he scoffed "I saw the way you looked at him, and the way he was looking at you. I wouldn't be surprised if you snuck off for a quickie with him when you said you were going to the toilet."
Gasping in shock, I lifted my hand and connected it with his cheek… "How dare you!"
"How dare I? How dare you!" he proclaimed, taking a hold of my hair as I went to walk away from him "You do not hit me!"
JUSTIN'S POV:
It was now the end of the night, and both the bar and restaurant had closed…
"That's the tills totalled up," Mark informed me as he walked out into the bar "are you okay to finish off here?"
I nodded my head… "Only if there's a little extra in my pay packet?"
"We'll see." he replied "Night!"
"Night." I mirrored
TIFFANY'S POV:
I came to and lifted my hand to my head, sighing heavily as I felt it throbbing beneath the surface. Easing myself to my feet from the floor that I'd been passed out on, I moved to the mirror above the fireplace and saw the state of my face. Swallowing a lump in my throat, I heard the shower begin to run and knew what I had to do…
JUSTIN'S POV:
Just as I'd finished washing the floor, an incessant banging at the door began. Making my way over to it, I glanced through the now shut blinds and saw Tiffany stood on the veranda. Unlocking and opening the door, she hurried in and I shut the door behind her…
"What are you," I began "what the hell happened?"
"Can you get me a scotch please?" she asked
"When you tell me what happened." I informed her
"Fine, I'll get it myself." she replied, making her way across to the bar and behind it, downing the amber liquid in one, wincing as she did so "Do you want one?"
"So, what happened?" I questioned "Were you mugged or something?"
She pursed her lips together as she poured herself another drink… "Something like that."
"Was it that guy you were with?" I inquired "The half-cut one who said he was going to go to another bar?"
"Does it matter?" she asked
"When you've got bruises starting to appear on your face left, right and centre, a blackening eye, a cut lip and a cut above your eyebrow, I'd say yes, it does matter." I informed her "Finish that and we'll get to the hospital."
"I can go myself," she sighed "I don't need a chaperone."
"Am I not allowed to be concerned about you?" I inquired
"No," she replied "no you're not. I'll see you around."
"So why did you come here then? And don't just say for the drink because I know it's a lie!" I admitted as she made her way back across to the door "Why did you come here, Tiff?"
"I don't know;" she informed me "I don't know. It was the first place I thought of, and I…"
"And you what?" I questioned
"And I hoped you'd be here." she admitted "I'm scared, Justin."
"You don't need to be," I informed her "because as long as I'm around, I'll keep you safe."
"What about him?" she inquired "What are you going to do to him, the one who did this to me?"
"Nothing," I replied "because right now you need me, so let's get you to the hospital, shall we?"
TIFFANY'S POV:
As soon as Justin and I arrived at the hospital, I was led to a cubicle and informed that there was a bit of a wait as they were short-staffed…
"You don't have to wait," I informed Justin as he sat down in the chair, his fingers drumming on the chair arm "you can go. I'll be okay."
"And where will you go when you're finally discharged?" he questioned
"I'm sure a friend has a couch I can sleep on." I replied
"Why have a couch when there's a bed going at my place?" he inquired "I'm willing to wait, Tiff."
"You are?" I asked, raising an eyebrow at him
He nodded his head, signalling yes… "As long as it takes."
"I lied," I admitted "earlier, when I said it was just the hurt and pain I remembered. I remember everything that you said, Justin. That we were happy, that we were young and carefree, that we were in love. I wish I could have that back, but everything's changed."
"Not everything," he replied "not my feelings for you. I thought they had but when I saw you on the Tube this morning I knew I still felt the same way I did 5 years ago. If you let me, I'll look after you, Tiff, I'll look after you and I'll look after your heart and I'll keep it safe, and I'll keep you safe too."
I swallowed a lump in my throat and pursed my lips together before nodding my head… "I'd like that."
"Don't say it if you don't mean it," he begged "if you're just going to change your mind and go back to him when you're discharged then take it back before I let myself…"
"Before you let yourself what?" I questioned
"Before I let myself become yours again, and you become mine." he informed me "I can't help the way I feel, Tiff, so if you're gonna leave and push me away when we get out of here, then take it back, please."
"I'm not going to." I assured him "I need you, Justin, now more than ever."
"Then you've got me." he admitted, smiling at me warmly
Reciprocating his warm smile, I swung my legs off the bed and stepped down, leaning forwards to where he was sitting in the chair and pressed my lips against his softly…
"I was just about to do that…" he informed me
"Beat you to it." I replied, smirking at him playfully
"Not this time." he admitted as he pressed his lips against mine once again "You're gonna be okay, Tiff, I promise."
Moving again, I rested my forehead against his, sighing contentedly as his hand cupped my cheek…
Justin and Tiffany are back on – that didn't take long, did it? Obviously all those feelings from 5 years ago have come rushing back to the surface. What will happen now? And what will come of Andrew?