Letting My Brother's Best Friend Take My V-Card

CHAPTER 14 JESS

Josh and Luke had pitched up at the diner not even 20 minutes later last night. The waitress was kind enough

to help me clean my face and gave me a cup of coffee while I waited. I saw something in her eyes an understanding of why I didn't want to go to the police. We shared something, and now-something no one else would ever understand.

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Josh wanted to know where I left Bryan, but I couldn't remember. I was very sober and awake at the diner, but before that, it was still a bit of a blur. Luke didn't say

anything. He just looked at me, clenching his fists and grinding his teeth. I could feel the anger roll off him in waves, so I avoided looking at him.

They both knew better than to ask me what happened. All Josh wanted to know was if I needed the hospital, which I didn't. I had a few small cuts, and I'd have bruises, but nothing that warranted the emergency department. The rest of the drive was quiet. Very quiet until Josh mentioned the police. I panicked.

"No police." I'd said, and Josh wanted to argue with me, but Luke stopped him. "It's her choice. We won't be the ones defending ourselves. It never turns out good for the girl." Luke said, and I was relieved he understood. For a second, I wondered how he knew what I couldn't say out loud...

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waited for me in the doorway, worry plastered

world wasn't as bright, and the sun didn't feel as warm. Everything

and made us coffee. I told her what happened last night. I figured I needed to tell someone,

I stared up at the mirror and saw the bruise starting to form across the left side "I'm sorry, Jess. I'm sorry I didn't answer." Laura looked guilty, but it wasn't her fault. It was mine. I made a decision, and nobody was to blame except

and Josh were fighting, and I could

a fucking sleaze!" Luke yelled, and something hit the

I fucking get it! It's my fault!"

off my covers." I should go down there before they rip each

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angry to listen to any reason anyway. It's

I don't get it." I fell back, slapping a palm across my face, feeling the hangover hit me hard. Or I might be concussed., I'm not

him, Jess. He stormed in here so fast. He was so upset, and

raced.

about me? That just made no

Maybe he felt responsible because he tried to

want to believe you, but I think he was just annoyed that I'd woken him up before