𝗕𝗨𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘

𝟮𝟵. 𝗕𝗮𝗱 𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀

"Can I come with you?"

I look up to find my favourite pair of big brown eyes, filled to the brim with hope and excitement. No man could let them down, no matter how heartless they deem themselves to be.

"Yeah sure." I reply. We're only going to my training centre because I haven't been in fuck knows how long, since I've got no more matches until the new year. But if I don't start practising again, not only will Lucas my coach kill me- I'll never forgive myself when the consequence to that is losing a fight.

"Ok, I'll meet you in the car in ten minutes." Beau smiles before toddling out the room and into her closet. After we arrived back here yesterday, nothing more than sleeping happened since we were both knocked out.

Too tired to fuck her? Never. But I gathered that she was by the way she fell asleep in the car, and how she would have slept in a dress that weighs more than a tonne if I wasn't the one who pulled her out of it.

All the shock must have tired her out, and I'm still both disgusted and ashamed of myself for letting something so major happen so casually. Even knowing I've kissed another girl makes me want to scrub my lips with bleach, as dramatic as it sounds.

She slides her pretty little ass into the car seat on my left before starting the car.

Truly- I've never seen her change so quickly. I pull up the directions since she's only been once and I'm not confident on the route from her house, and we're on the road.

We'd been driving for a good twenty minutes already, talking so much rubbish I couldn't even recall anything specific because it's pointless conversation, yet somehow they're always the best ones.

There's a comfortable silence around us before she speaks again, this time her voice doesn't carry the casual laid back tone. Instead it almost seeps with nerves as she processes every word in her brain before allowing it to roll off her tongue.

"There's ermm," She pauses, and I'm struggling to figure whether it's to focus on the road or because fear has grabbed her tongue with its horns.

"There's something I need to talk to you about." She re-iterates, stronger, louder and with more confidence. The sentence scares me, not only because it's a reminder that I too, need to tell her something, - but because the next thing she's about to say could be anything.

"Ok," I reply "What is it?" I'm trying to remain casual, situations like this don't need to be made harder than they clearly already are.

"I've been going back to therapy again, obviously you already know that but. She thinks tha- I think that too actually, because I relate to all of the signs and symptoms of what someone with it wou-

"Beau." I interrupt the sentence that begun at a normal speed, but somehow accelerated faster than a Ferrari in Monaco.

"Yeah?" She snaps her head in my direction and I see worry dance in all her different shades of brown.