beautifully broken:if i break 3(28)

There are too many other things for me to be worried about than who she liked having sex with more. She’d probably slap me if I asked her. Then the thing she said about us both wanting her to choose. I’m sure he does, he’s probably sure she’d choose him if it came down to it, but she’s right. It doesn’t matter what she wants, if she did choose me he just wouldn’t decide to go away and never return. If she chose him…well I wouldn’t even know how to. She’s fallen asleep on the last leg of the ride. To be honest I’m glad, it’s hard to pretend to be mad at her, because it’s all pretend. How can I be mad at a woman who has decided to put up with someone like me, who when she looks at me, lets me know I’ve never known true love before?

I pull up in front of the house. I don’t want to disturb her. It seems like she hasn’t gotten a lot of sleep in all of this, how could she? She starts to stir and I watch her wake. She glances out the window and sees that we’re back at my parents’ house.

“Great!” she mutters.

“What’s wrong?”

“Your fiancée is over there,” she says, gesturing towards the house. My heart immediately starts to beat out of my chest when I see Jenna sitting on my porch.

“I know you didn’t want to talk about what happened when Cal came back but it might help you to know that Cal told her that we slept together,” she says quietly. Before I can respond, Jenna’s come down from the porch and is in front of the steps of the house. Normally dressed so well, she has on jeans and an uncharacteristic oversized hoodie, her hair pulled back.

“Just stay in here while I talk to her,” I tell Lauren who sighs and rolls her eyes but complies.

“Jenna, what are you doing here?” I ask, but before I’m even near her the smell of alcohol nearly knocks me out.

“Really, Chris? It’s funny how within just a couple of days, the question of my presence is a necessary one,” she says with tears in her eyes and I feel a sting of guilt.

“I’m sorry Jenna.”

“No! No more apologies or your weak excuses. I am done with you, Christopher Scott,” she says, nudging me in my chest. “Do you understand what it’s been like for me since she arrived,” she yells, pointing at Lauren in the truck. “She ruined everything! This wasn’t supposed to happen. We were getting married. You loved me!”

“I still love you, Jenna. It’s just I can’t hold on to you while I figure things out with me. You deserve better than that,” I try to explain.

“I’m done talking to you. I didn’t come here to talk to you. I want to talk to her. She deserves to face me!” she says as she shifts her weight between her feet. Oh no.

“Jenna. I’m taking you home,” I say, grabbing her arm as she tries to pull away from me.

“No! This is between me and her,” she says, snatching her arm away and heading towards the car where she proceeds to beat on the window, causing the alarm to go off.

“Get out and defend yourself you stupid whore,” Jenna says as I pull her over to her car.

“What is going on?” My dad comes out of the house, looking confused.

“Jenna’s drunk. I’ve got to get her home,” I tell him, even as she continues to tussle in my arms.

“She ruined everything!” Jenna screams. “She doesn’t get to just get away with it,” she continues yelling.

“Jenna calm down. Stop this—you’re better than this!” I tell her firmly.

“Apparently that’s not true because I’m still not good enough for you!” she says, pushing me. My dad has made it down the stairs and over to us. Lauren has gotten out of the car at this point and is headed inside the house, which sends Jenna into a frenzy.

“You trapped him with your kid. That’s the only reason he chose you. Slut!” Jenna screams. Lauren stops in her tracks and scowls at her.

“Lauren, don’t. She’s drunk. Please just go in the house!” I yell over at her.

“Oh please don’t, bitch! I’m right here,” Jenna continues to taunt her as me and my dad attempt to get her in the car. Lauren stops in her tracks. Thankfully my mom appears in the doorway and says something I can’t hear and Lauren goes in the house.

“One big happy fucking family huh, Chris?!”

“Jenna. Where are you keys?” my dad asks her firmly and she slams her hands against the hood of her car.

“Jenna, stop it!” I yell at her. I have never seen her like this before.

“Don’t talk to me, Chris. Let your dad take me home. I never want to see you again. Never!” she screams at me before stumbling into the passenger side of her car.