Chapter 6 :: tricheur, tricheur

The Space in our Hearts

Chapter 6

"I haven't been with Jane. What ridiculous things are you saying about, Jade?"

Oh what full of ridiculous shit. Haven't I had evidence maybe then I would've believe this. And with that a chuckle, both my brows raising in disbelief.

I can say I almost want to laugh. Just how long has he been cheating behind my back that he's so good at this?

Not only with the way his expressions immediately revert back to normal, hiding all traces—unfortunately I had caught on to —as well as his well made dialogues.

I dropped my head low as I laughed. My heart clenched. My eyes shot up to him, narrowing as I shake my head a smile still ghosting my lips.

"What? 'Ridiculous' ?" I repeated.

His brows furrowed together. Gaze hard and directed on me. It's so intense I wanted to look away and just back away in a corner and shut my mouth. But no, I won't let him have the satisfaction of that.

Standing firm on my ground I steeled myself. My heart. My eyes dauntingly meet his. Squaring my shoulders, I put my chin up as we feel into a staring competition, a competition where I know if I loose, I'm doomed.

"Aren't you the who's 'ridiculous', one here, Zion?" I smiled.

He backed, his expression faltering for a slip of a second. Oh? I win. With this, I stepped closer with my gaze hard with my own emotions backing it.

"It is not just you lying, but to think you'd try to gaslight me too?" A moment of vulnerability crossing my face as tears started to swell in the corners of my eye. Blink it away!  I won't cry.

"Jade you are..." He stopped, rubbing his palm through his face. "Fine! You want the truth?."

Within a few strides, he's already in front of me. Making me gasp. My heat beat hard against my chest but not in a way like butterflies fluttering. No,—rather it's much ominous and dark—, I backed away, but he didn't let me. He grabbed my arm and I finch.

"Let me go Zion!"

"No." He answered, his jaw tightening, as he closed his eyes. Sighing heavily. He's calming himself. His touch burning my skin, but not in a good way. It's disgusting. Icky. I don't like  how it feels, as though a handful of shit just got smothered on my arm. That's how it felt. How those touches were so tender and gentle just this morning, why? Why would they do this? And to me, her sister?!

"I don't..." My head snapped back up at Zion, who's eye never left mine. Who's eyes gaze at me full of frustration and pity. Pity. How ridiculous really, pity, towards me? How much more hurtful things can these two inflicted and still continue to do so with me tonight? How much more?

"I don't love you anymore Jade." He sighed, taking a step back. His hands letting go of my arms, dropping it on his side. I scoffed.

"I love your sister. I'm sorry."

I love your sister. I'm sorry. Those words, enough to send thousands and thousands of fuckin needles to pale my heart at once, slowly inching every second. Oh how fucking messed up this is.

I had an inkling this would happen but still. Those words coming out from Zion's mouth... I fucking feel like dying!

I sniffled, lifting up mg chin as I forced a smile. Fuck this! Fuck him!

"Oh?" My voice breaking. "Is that so?" I forced, swallowing.

"Jade..." He sighed reaching out towards me but I dodged.

"No! No." I hissed just above a whisper as I back away. My stomach churning as if I want to barf along with my heart twisting. It is agonizing, as if sinking a rough, dull blade inside me.  Slowly. Then brutally pulling it out, just to sink it back again.

"Don't! Don't come near me." My voice pleading as I turned my back.

"But I thank you for doing this before our wedding." I scoffed, walking away, never glancing back again. Holy shit I want to jump off of a cliff! I mustered a smile as I walked back towards our guests, my hands resting on top of my belly.

I'm so sorry you have a douchebag for a father and aunt, honey. I thought to my unborn child inside me. This is just the worse. I'm still smiling here and greetings the supposed to guests for my— mine and Zion's engagement party. Yet we or I just needed it moments ago. How fucked up is this.

With my mind half grounded, and the other in thoughts as I walked around. I bumped into something, or rather someone's back.

"Shit!" I yelped my foot stumbling back and tripping myself. At that moment my world froze, in my mind only my child. If I fall only I can think of the worse! No! No that can't. But what else can I do but close my eyes, my hands reaching out to grasp air as I braised myself for impact.

But seconds passed and I didn't. Strong arms encasing around my waist stropping me. My back arched back from my momentum, and second after my eyes shot wide open. Meeting with a pair of deep dark onyx set of eyes surrounded with long thick lashes every girl would envy and kill for.

I gasped. A God. A human abomination of such beauty. My eyes frozen in those blackness, so deep I felt it's sucking me in, till my eye drops down to those luscious crimson lips. I gulped biting my own. Oh shirts fucked, stop Jade do fucks sake!  Stand up and blame it on the hormones!