Endless Bonds {BTY #2} ✔

EB 38: Where she plans to show him

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Chapter Posted - March 21, 2020

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C H E R 

:: Chapter (38) :: Where she plans to show him

It was a miracle if our group of friends could go out and not cause a raucous.

I'm saying miracle, because it rarely happens. Like tonight, it didn't happen.

The one behind the fiasco is Jared, who actually has the decency to look guilty about having ruined Nat's birthday.

We've all driven back to Nat and Trent's childhood home – it's closest to the club - to nurse Jared's wounds.

His knuckles are a bloody mess and his jaw looks to be forming a nasty bruise. I feel bad for him, despite it all.

The tension in the kitchen is heady, as Jared sits on a chair next to the island counter.

His head hangs in shame, but his clenched jaw states otherwise - he hasn't given a shit that he's hit the guy who touched Nat without asking her permission.

I don't blame him.

"You're lucky that he's not pressing charges," Oli says. He's scrubbing his face and looks wary. "Goddamn, Jared. You need to get a hold of your emotions."

Inga says nothing, holding Oli's hand. Tara rolls her eyes and Nat can't hear what's going on because she has her head buried in the freezer, gathering ice for Jared.

Trent's expressionless next to me, as if this whole situation is beyond him.

He's been tense ever since we kissed, and he ran out to fight off Jared from going berserk. He was also tense when we were driving back, and he's still tense when I reach out to hold his hand in comfort.

I drop my hand, trying not to wince from the hurt.

"That was foolish of you," Tara adds fuel to the fire. "You could have really hurt him or worse, gotten hurt yourself. We're not kids anymore. Fists don't solve anything."

Nat closes the door of the freezer and turns around with a confused expression.

"I know we aren't kids," Jared hisses, getting up from his position, before Nat sits him down with a gentle hand.

"It's okay," she hushes to him softly.

Like a puppy desperate for her attention, Jared sinks back down, his throat working nervously as he gazes up at her.

Nat, with furrowed brows, places an ice pack against his bruised jaw. Jared flinches, but says nothing, basking in her presence.

"You okay?" she mumbles.

"Yes," he replies. "I – uh – I'm sorry I ruined your birthday, Natalie."

She smiles at him, but it doesn't fully reach her eyes. "You didn't ruin anything. The people who matter to me are all here. This is enough."