I woke up the next morning happy. I looked to my side and see it was empty. I got out of bed and my legs started to hurt. I walk- I mean limped to the kitchen seeing Jon cooking breakfast. He looked up and smiled.
I limped to him and he started to giggle.
"I think I did my job great last night huh?" He asked looking down at my legs.
"As a matter of fact you did Mr. Good." I said wrapping my arms around his neck. We gazed into each other’s eyes.
"Thank you." He said. I tilted my head to the side confused.
"For what?" I asked. He leaned his forehead onto mines and closed his eyes.
"For being mines again." He answered. I smiled. He opened his eyes and gave me a soft kiss on the lips. I blushed. My stomach started to growl. I looked up at Jon who was trying not to laugh.
"Ha-Has very funny." I said sarcastically.
"I am sorry baby girl; I'll give you some food." He said. I sat at the bar while I watched him putting food on the plates.
Me and Jon ate breakfast quietly until he spoke up.
"Angie, the police dept. called me yesterday." He said quietly said. I quickly started to worry. I looked down at my fork and spoon not wanting to look at him.
"Why did they call?" I asked.
"It was about when you got shot. I told them I didn't know who did it. So they told me to ask you." He answered. he set down his utensils and just looked at me.
"Angie look at me." He demanded. I looked up with eyes already watery.
"Jon, it was a long time ago." I said.
"Baby girl, I just want to know what went down that night. You never really explained yourself to me Angie. i love you so much Angie, and I want justice for you. I can't let you get hurt like that. Angie, you almost die on us." He explained. I looked my hand into his and decided to tell him the truth.
"Jon, when I was younger my mom used to abuse me, leave me at home to go strip at clubs, and dance for thirsty men. She took me away from a life I wish I had. The one night she brings a guy home... I was pretending to be asleep at that time. I heard the door slam so I assumed he left... But he didn’t. He came into my room and felt all over me; I tried to run but I was too weak. he ripped my clothes off and raped me until I was unable to move. Months later, He moved in. Thinking that it was a onetime thing... It became a nightly thing." I explained having small flashbacks in my head.
'Angie, I-" I cut him off.
"No need to be sorry Jon. It’s not your fault." I said.
“Then that night when I got shot... mom and that man were right in front of me, and damn did she beat the shit out of me. I was begging for her to stop and she did. They started to leave when the man stopped and looked at me. He pointed out the gun and shot me." I concluded. I took a deep breath in trying to keep the tears in.
"So your mom is the one behind all this chaos?" He asked. I nodded.
"After that night he raped me, I knew I should have left the house. But I was too scared." I answered. I lift my sleeves.
"Also, she is the reason I started to do this to myself." I showed him my wrists and he was shocked.
"Why do you do this to yourself?" He asked looking at me disappointed.
"Because it made me feel better. Jon I don't even know why I am even alive. I should have been dead since high school." I quietly said.
"Angie, stop talking like that; you are creeping me out." He said I scoffed.
"You wanted to know more about me so I am telling you." I snapped he jumped a little from his seat.
"I am sorry." He quietly said. I sighed.
"Jon, I'm-" I said before he cut me off.
"Just finish so I can bring you to your hotel to rest. I have to head to the gym." He demanded.
"Jon, I am finished. I didn't mean to snap on you like that. I just got so mad just talking about it, and my dark side just came over me." I explained.
"It's okay; I should've just kept everything to myself." He said.
"No, Jon it was fine. I promise." I said. He looked at me and smiled.
"Let’s get you to your hotel room." He suggested. I nodded and we headed out.
We reached my hotel room, and of course Jon had to say something cute before I leave.
"Listen baby girl, I am so happy that your mines again and not with that asshole Phil. Just know at the end of the day you’re my Juliet and I am your Romeo." He said smiling. Oh gosh those dimples.
"Wow, you have a pretty smile." I blurted out. He laughed.
'Thanks, but what makes this smile perfection are these dimples right here." He said pointing at his dimples.
"Your sure right Mr. Good." I giggle. He kissed me gently on the cheek before leaving.
"I love you." He mouthed before the elevator opened.
I walked into my room and immediately went to the shower. I got out the shower and got dressed for a lazy day in bed.
Right when my head was about to hit the pillow there was a knock on the door. I got up and opened the door my face dropped.
"You've got a lot of explaining to do Princess." He said. He walked in and closed the door.
"I don't need have anything to explain to you Phil, now leave." I demanded.
"I saw you and Jon last night." He started.
"So you problem is?" I asked really not wanting to talk to him.
'How could you just date another man like that?" He asked I scoffed.
"Now you’re talking bullshit Phil! I was nothing but loyal to you and cheating on me was my reward. Phil I am not the one making a big mistake... you are. So take you and your damn engagement ring out of my hotel room." I snapped. He smirked and left the hotel smiling.