Damaged Beyond Repair by Kashmira Kamat (KittyKash) (ebook reader below 3000 .txt) 📖

Nope. I wasn’t up for another confrontation, especially if that confrontation was taking a major turn at the Rowan intersection, like I even had a choice.

Chez walked right at me like a bull ready to wrestle with that idiotic taut body of his, he looked like a bit leaner version of John Cena. He stopped right in my face, not leaving me an inch of space to move.

“Hi.” I tried to act nonchalantly, like nothing was wrong.

He seized my arm and shook it hard, “what the fuck is this?”

“Ouch.” I pulled my hand away from his grasp. “I fell in the bathroom, nothing major.”

“Does my face read, ‘I’m-stupid?” he sounded like someone who had a large sized rod shoved right up his ass, “Because this looks more like a case of domestic violence to me.”

Dafuq?

“What is this about, Chez?”

“Don’t try and put up that act for me, Al, you can fool that airheaded Nina all you want, but me? I know you better than you know yourself.”

 “I’m already running late for class.” I started to leave when he blocked me again.

“Sure, I’ll make it fast for you.” He stared at me with grim eyes, trying so hard to get me intimidated and start talking. The balloon of fury was all set to blow. He whispered the next words close to my ear, “YOU ALANA, are a Big Fat liar.” 

I snorted, what are we? Grade schoolers?

He continued, “All you’ve been doing these past weeks is lie, sneak out of the dorms and hide things from me, why?” Chez sounded hurt. The last time he sounded hurt was when I’d broken his crayon set when we were eight.

“Because you wouldn’t understand, no one did until now.” I explained.

“What do you want me to understand? You have no idea what goes around your back. I can’t sit and fucking listen to the shit anymore, Alana, I’m done punching them in the faces because they wouldn’t stop talking about you. Rowan’s not a good guy; the faster you understand this, the better. He is just using you as a toy, as soon as he finds a new shinny one, he’ll dump you faster than you can say Vampire Diaries and I don’t want to be the one putting the pieces back.”

“CHEZ!” I gritted my teeth, “I don’t give a rat’s ass about what others think or say. Not even you.”

“You’re my best friend, Al, I care for you.” Chez took my hands in his, “Do you trust your friend of eighteen years or some man you recently met?”

“You don’t understand Chez, he loves me.”

Chez pushed back a loose tendril behind my ear as he grazed my cheek with the back of his fingers, “See what he’s done to you. It’ll only end in a heart break if you don’t finish this now. He’ll ruin you.”

I pushed him hard though he didn’t budge, “I know what I’m doing and I want to be with him. I don’t care about the consequences.”

“Sure.” he chewed on his lip, “It’s just a little cut anyway, next time it’ll be a few broken bones but that doesn’t qualify as an abusive relationship does it?”

“You’re one to talk. At least Rowan doesn’t sleep around with random girls and cheat on me or paint naked prostitutes for that matter.”

“ALANA.”

I’d gone too far this time, but Chez needed a dose because, hey! This was my life and I have a right to decide how I wanted to live it. It was fine until he pointed out certain things but then it went overboard when he started to talk about the dirt on Rowan’s shirt, choosing to ignore the dirt on his own.

He continued to pin me with his cold stare, “I want what’s best for you and Rowan isn’t that. What do you see in him anyway? He is whooping nine years older to you, much more experienced in every aspect. He was probably screwing chicks when you were eight and playing Barbie dress up.”

He did have a point there.

“Nobody is perfect, Rowan might have flaws but I love him the way he is. Nine is just a number and it isn’t a big deal and you know it. What he did before me is none of my concern.” Chez’s expressions did not change, they remained haggard so I continued, “He sacrificed a job for me, Chez, so I could remain in college.”  

“When you come back to your senses, you have my number.”

“Then I don’t think I’ll need to dial that number any sooner.” I snapped at him.

“If you’re so sure.”  

I stormed away without looking back at his sorry face. So I was alone again, it did hurt a little even though I’d lost him temporarily. I knew for a fact that Chez would come to accept my relationship with Rowan sooner or later but Chez always did what he wanted and so there was a 99.9% possibility he wouldn’t speak with me until I declared the end of my relationship with Rowan which so wasn’t happening in a zillion years.

The choices were already laid on my platter.

It was either Chez or Rowan.

And my choice was a given and I would never doubt my decision even after I’ve turned ninety or lost all teeth or when I’ve started talking granny gibberish. I’d almost reached my class when Rio came running to me from the opposite direction doing some crazy hand signals.

“Rio, I’m late for class..”

“You need to drag your ass back to the main gate and see what’s going on for yourself.” He said between the erratic panting.

“What’s going on?”

“Trust me Alana, you either run now or issue another ticket to the Dean’s office.”

I didn’t wait to hear the rest as I took off in cheetah speed, my parents would’ve been so proud if I’d run like this during my sports day in fifth grade. Something was so out of place, if Rowan was responsible for whatever was going on beyond the gates, I was gone for good with nil chances of making lame excuses or saving my ass for that matter. When I reached the front gate, I noticed a huge mob gathered around the corner but the actual action was hidden from view so I had to push a few people aside to see what the commotion was about.