Chapter 13: Truth

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Brett

I never slept with Jenny.

But of course, Becca doesn't know that. She never even bothered to ask me...she chose to believe everyone else's word over mind.

And that hurt. A lot.

She didn't give me the benefit of the doubt or even try to hear my side of the story. Her mind was already made up when she walked down that hallway towards me. No matter what I said to her, it wouldn't have changed her mind. She already decided that I was the bad guy and she was hell bent on proving it to herself.

She never gave me a chance to prove her wrong -- to show her that Friday night was a mistake and how much I regret it.

That night haunted me all weekend, it was all I could think about every time I closed my eyes. The sheer look of horror in Becca's eyes when she walked into Jenny's bedroom never left my mind. Not once. No matter how many times I texted her and called her to plead my case, she never responded. And now I know she never even bothered to read the text I sent her, because, if she had, she would know that all Jenny and I did was kiss.

Sometimes I feel like she put me on a pedestal like everyone else in my life did. People always expect too much from me: Brett Wells, the star athlete and school poster boy. It's like for all these weeks, she was waiting for me to fuck up,  just to prove to herself that I wasn't as perfect as she thought.

I'm not conceited. I know I'm not perfect, I'm the first to admit that and acknowledge my own wrongs. But Becca always looked at me like I was. That's why I told her she never gave me a chance, because she didn't. The first time I did something wrong, she ran away and never looked back. Never heard me out. She was too stubborn, too stuck in her own world. She cared too much about the gossip and what other people said.

She never gave me a chance to show her how much she meant to me.

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I pulled into the parking lot of the hotel, willing my mind to shut off so I could stop thinking about her for one damn second.

I refused to go home when my father was there. After I left Jenny's party on Friday night, I came straight here, booked a room and never left. I couldn't be around my parents right now, I'm sick of pretending.

I wanted Becca. This entire weekend, she was the only one that could possibly make me feel better about my father -- she was the only one that understood.

But she was gone.

My car felt different without her sitting beside me in the passenger seat, her hair flying wild around her head, her girly screams and giggles making me smile. My hand felt hollow without her soft palm resting in it -- rubbing slow circles on mine, making my heart race in ways it never had before.

I missed everything about her and its only been three days.

I was officially pathetic.

I locked my car and strolled into the hotel, making my way to my room and ignoring the flirty smiles the woman at the desk was sending me.

I swiped my card through the lock on the door, satisfied when the light flashed green. I closed the door behind me and leaned against it, throwing my school bag onto the floor.

We're over. I can't pretend anymore...I think you should go, she said.

Her eyes were so cold, her face completely emotionless when she delivered each blow to me. It's like she didn't even care, like she had already forgotten me.

Her words burned through my mind over and over, consuming me and lighting me on fire.

I needed her out of my head. Now.

I turned the knob in the shower to the hottest it would go, steam rising rapidly and filling the bathroom. I striped off my clothes impatiently, my hands couldn't move fast enough. My mind was racing, her face flashed in front of my eyes every second.

I stepped into the shower, standing under the scorching hot water, welcoming the burn. It felt like I was on fire, the heat was overpowering all my other senses. I ran my hands through my wet hair, grateful for the distraction.

Her face slowly faded from my vision as the heat consumed me. I closed my eyes and tilted my head back, welcoming the water that washed over my face and trickled down every inch of my skin. I felt the tenseness in my muscles begin to ease, my heart rate slowing down.

I don't know how long I stood there for. Eventually the water turned cold, making me shiver and bringing me back to reality.

Wrapping a towel around my waist, I reluctantly stepped out of the shower. The tiles were freezing under my feet, the mirror completely fogged up from the steam. I rubbed my hand over it, clearing a small area until I could see my reflection staring back at me.

I hated what I saw, my reflection too much like my father's. No matter how hard I tried to escape him, he was always taunting me. We shared the same strong build and height. He was tall, but I was towering over him at six foot four. Same strong jaw, thick eyebrows and messy bronze hair that fell over my eyes, constantly annoying me. My lifeless eyes stared back at me, the same eyes that greeted me every time I looked at my father's face.

We were too much alike. But we were nothing alike. Our similarities started at our physical appearance and ended there. I was nothing like him.

Or was I?

I hurt Becca the same way he hurt my mother...

No.

He did that intentionally, betraying my mother while knowing full well what he was doing. I was drunk. I thought Jenny was Becca. I would never have hurt her intentionally. Never.

The sudden urge I had for Becca to know that was overwhelming.

What the fuck was I doing?

She was sitting there, at home, thinking that I slept with Jenny. How did I just walk away without even fighting for her? Was she not worth the fight?

Damn right she was.

I felt like a coward. I needed her to know the truth.

And I needed her to know now.

Throwing my towel on the floor, I ran out of the bathroom, frantically searching through my room for something to wear.

My hands worked blindly, tugging pants and a shirt on over my naked body. My mind was too preoccupied to even care about what I was wearing.

I had to talk to Becca and I had to do it now.

I grabbed my car keys and raced out of the hotel room, running down the stairs two steps at a time, not having the patience to wait for the elevator. Each second that ticked by felt like time wasted. I couldn't stand for her to go another second thinking I slept with Jenny.

Throwing my car into reverse, I sped out of the parking lot and drove to her apartment, well aware that I was flying over the speed limit but I didn't care. The desperation I felt was growing, the words forcing their way out of my mouth.

I didn't sleep with Jenny, Becca.

She had to know.

I glanced at the empty seat beside me, imagining her sitting there, her small frame barely taking up the entire seat. I thought of all the mornings I drove her to school, all the time I spent with her that I took for granted, not realizing that there was an expiry date on our relationship.

I had to get her back. As a friend, fake girlfriend, whatever it was. I didn't care. I needed her in my life. I had never been so sure of anything before.

After what felt like an eternity, I pulled into her apartment building. A second later I was through the doors and running up the stairs to her room. It was five flights and my lungs were burning when I reached the top, I was breathing loudly but I didn't stop. I raced to her door and knocked loudly. A second later I knocked again, my patience dangerously low.

I was breathing heavily, my heart in my chest as I waited for her to open the door.

I knocked again, three times in a row and louder than before. Was she sleeping?

"Becca!" I called out, my voice full of desperation.

I waited.

No reply.

Where the hell is she?

I reached into my pocket to pull out my phone to call her.

Dammit.

It wasn't there. I must have forgotten it when I left the hotel in a rush.

I knocked again. No response.

I leaned my back against the door and slouched down, falling onto the floor. My knees pulled up to my chest and my head buried in my hands.

She'll have to come home eventually, right? I'll wait for her. I'll wait here all day. I didn't care, I didn't have anything else to do.

Where the hell is she?

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Sometimes I feel so overwhelmed by the love I have for Becca and Brett. Their story is by far the thing I'm most proud of creating. This chapter hit me in the feels as I wrote  it and I hope it did for you too. These two...ah, they hurt my heart.

This was a short chapter, but I just wanted something to hold you guys together after reading all those emotional comments you left on Chapter 12. I wanted to assure you that there is a beacon of light and I hope this little chapter eased some of your nerves.

XO, Alex.

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