⚠️THIS STORY IS CURRENTLY BEING UPDATED! NEW CHAPTERS COMING IN EVERY FRIDAY AFTERNOON (OR WHENEVER I AM FEELING GENEROUS).
Part One of the Three part Romance Series!
Brittney is a girl whose been through alot from abuse to death. She meets a stran...
I get out of the bathroom after taking a quick shower. I spent most of the afternoon cooking and cleaning the kitchen. I decided to make some meatloaf with vegetables since Jake loves meatloaf. I make sure I got the beer he likes so he don't make a fuss about it when he gets here.
I go to my pj drawer and pull out a black loungewear set.
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I quickly check myself in the mirror as I see the last bit of bruises fading away. I check the clock.
7:20.
I take a breath as I put on my black fuzzy slippers and go downstairs. I check the food as the stove keeps it warm for when he gets here. I double check every area in the house to make sure I didn't forget a spot.
The alarm goes off, indicating that Jake's here. I hurry back in front of the door as I put on a fake smile. He walks through the door with his bag as I anticipate his next move. He closes the door and looks at me with a smile.
J: Hey babe.
I quickly walk towards him and pull him into a hug.
Me: Hey.
He wraps his arms around me as we hold each other. I try to fight my impulsive thought of pushing his ass away from me. He pulls away and gives me a kiss.
I hate it here.
I think to myself as I give him a smile.
J: I missed you so much.
Me: I missed you too.
He smiles as he takes my hand and leads me to the kitchen.
J: Mmm it smells good.
Me: You know I had to make your favorite.
He giggles as he grabs a plate.
Me: No let me fix your plate.
J: No babe, I got it. Sit down at the table and relax.
Excuse me? Did he just tell me to relax?
I look at him in confusion as he giggles.
J: I'm forreal. I got you.
He kisses my forehead and I go to my seat in the dining room. Something don't feel right. I expected him to find something wrong as he walked in. Making me fix his food and he throws it in dissatisfaction. Something!
He's acting too good for my comfort. I don't know what he's trying to do, but I'm staying on my toes. He places my plate in front of me as I smile.
Some Hours Later
I am on my phone in the bathroom, looking at my text messages with Ray. How could I mess whatever we had up? I really thought we were friends, but I had to be impulsive.
