Part Seven ā“ A Nightmare Before Christmas
You know those moments in life where you end up in a place and itās as if youāve just woken up in the middle of a dream with no idea where you are or how you got there? This is one of those moments. Somehow Iāve found myself laying on the bed in Justinās hotel room with his body draped on top of me, in the midst of a heated, topless make out session. Itās sort of like an out of body experience. Like I can see myself doing what Iām doing, but I donāt feel connected to it. I feel kind of weirdly empty inside. The things heās doing feel objectively good, but Iām not exactly enjoying it. Iām just kind of there, participating almost on autopilot, until the point where we shift positions so Iām straddling him and he reaches up to unhook my bra. Suddenly, something inside me snaps and I grab his hand.
āWait,ā I say, my voice betraying the small amount of panic Iām feeling inside.
āWhat?ā he asks, breathlessly.
Before I have a chance to respond, there is a brief knock on the door and it flies open before either of us have much time to react. All I have time to do is slide off of Justin, so Iām sitting next to him in my bra and jeans as I come face to face with my brother. I reach blindly for the t shirt I was wearing when I got here, but Iām not sure where it is and my hand just falls unceremoniously on Justinās chest. I watch Abeās facial expression change from disbelief to anger and realize that Leah is here too, standing next to him with her mouth agape and eyes wider than Iāve ever seen them.
āWhat the hell is going on here?ā
My brother has abandoned all of the calm, collected, reasonable aspects of his reaction last night and is in full on rage mode as he takes strides from the doorway towards the bed. I glance very briefly at Justin, who looks too shocked to respond to Abeās question. Acting almost on instinct, I spot my t shirt on the bed, and somehow manage to grab it, pull it over my head and jump off the bed as my brother approaches us.
āAbe,ā is all I get a chance to say, stepping in between him and Justin. Iām not exactly happy with the situation myself, but my brother has that murderous look in his eyes and the last thing I need right now is a dead Timberlake on my hands on top of everything else.
My brother glares at me so intensely that I move aside almost more quickly than I would have if heād physically shoved me.
āYou. Out,ā he says harshly, pointing at me. Then he directs his attention to Justin. āYou. We need to talk.ā
Normally I would react to this with anger, as I donāt appreciate being told what to do by my brother as if weāre both children and heās been left in charge while our parents are away. But I still feel stunned more than anything, and I move towards the door without a word, still feeling completely separate from my own body. Itās like Iām being controlled by some outside force, pushing me along and barring me from speaking.
Leah wraps an arm around me as I pass her and helps guide me out the door into the hall. If anyone has to be here right now, Iām honestly glad itās her. She is the least judgmental person I know.
We get about halfway down the hall before I stop, realizing Iām not wearing any shoes. I kicked them off in the midst ofā¦whatever the hell just happened, and I just walked out without them.
āI forgot my shoes,ā I say to Leah, turning half-heartedly back towards the room. She puts her arm around me again and turns me back towards the elevator, continuing down the hall.
āDonāt worry about it, weāll get them later.ā
Weāre in the elevator, riding to the floor where both of our rooms are located before she asks, āAre you okay?ā
āI donāt know,ā I reply honestly.
She nods, and we donāt speak again until weāre safely in my room with the door closed. We both just stand awkwardly just inside the room for a moment, not speaking. I think sheās waiting for me to initiate, not wanting to push me, particularly after the intensity of my brotherās reaction, but I donāt know what to say.
Iāve said it already I know, but I donāt know how I got here. This is not what I planned or what I wanted in any way, shape, or form.
Finally, Leah seems to realize that if she wants to know anything, sheās going to have to ask. āDo you want to tell me what happened?ā
I know sheās being kind phrasing it that way. She just walked in on me, maid of honor, topless in bed with the groom. Itās pretty obvious what happened.
āI donāt know,ā I choke out. As I do so, the fog seems to lift, and I dissolve into tears, falling into her arms. She wraps both arms around me intently, resting her hand on my head and pulling me into her warmly. āI-I just wanted to talk to him. I just wanted to figure out whether I should tell Bianca whether sheās right to be worried. I donāt know what happenedā¦he just kept kissing meā¦ā
It sounds stupid to me when I hear myself say it. Iām not helpless or weak. Iām perfectly capable of taking care of myself. I donāt know that āhe just kept kissing meā is a reasonable excuse.
āDid heā¦ā Leahās voice trails off, hesitant to ask, āHe didnāt force himself on you, did he?ā
āNo,ā I respond immediately, pulling away from her slightly, surprised at the question. āNo.ā He didnāt. I meanā¦he wouldnāt exactly take no for an answer, and I didnāt really want it, butā¦I could have left. I could have pulled away again, and I didnāt. It was my choice too. Right? Yes. I donāt know. I think so.
āNo,ā I respond to her question one final time, more decisively than the first two attempts. She looks concerned, though. Like the way Iāve responded hasnāt eased her mind.
āOkay,ā she says slowly. āGood. Okay.ā
I find my way to my bed now. I need to sit down. Iām tired. Iām exhausted. Iām not even sure I know what time it is. What time is it? Isnāt there a rehearsal dinner happening at some point? Is there somewhere Iām supposed to be? I donāt know. I feel confused. I wish this feeling would go away.
Leah makes her way over to me and sits down next to me tentatively. āYou donāt have to talk if you donāt want to. I know itās been hard for you since we got here, and I know whatever happened in there that got us here is probably hard for you too, butā¦if you want to talk, you know Iāll listen.ā
This is why I love Leah. I grab her hand, tears that had briefly subsided falling freely again. She puts her other arm around me again and I lean my head on her shoulder. And the whole story starts to pour out. I tell her everything I can think of from the very beginning ā“ the four years ago beginning, up until what happened today. I know sheās already heard bits of it from Abraham, but something in me needs to put it all out there right now, all at once, the day before Biancaās wedding, to try to make sense of it all. When I finally finish, it feels like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders. Tears are still falling but slower now, and although I still feel confused, I feel like Iām closer to the answer maybe.
āI donāt know why I gave in,ā I say by way of transition to figuring out what Iām going to do now. āI really donāt want anything to do with him in that way. Not anymore. When I was younger, maybe. If heād chosen me instead of Bianca, I would have been happy. But I donāt feel that way anymore. I love Jake, I want to be with him. I donāt know why I let Justin get in my head.ā
Leah shrugs and pats my leg sympathetically. āI think sometimes when people push us and trigger old insecurities, we do things we wouldnāt do otherwise, you know? Itās like you associate Justin not wanting you with this time in your life where you were struggling with what it meant to be wanted at all. And for him to keep trying with you now, after all this time, I dunnoā¦sometimes something just snaps.ā
āYeah.ā I think sheās right, and sheās managed to say it better than I can right now. But Iām not sure what to do with that information right now. The only thing I can think about now is Bianca and Jake. And I promptly start crying again. āJakeās going to be so angry. Heās going to hate me, what if he canāt forgive me? And Biancaā¦sheāll never talk to me again.ā
āWell,ā Leah sighs, āI donāt know Bianca that well, but if sheās any kind of a friend, sheāll listen to your side of things and realize that you were doing your best and nobodyās perfect. Itās not really your fault that her fiancĆ©e canāt get his shit together. And Jakeā¦he adores you. I canāt know for sure, but Iād be pretty surprised if he doesnāt forgive you.ā
As if on cue, the door opens and in walks my boyfriend, finally back from Boston at the worst possible moment.
āHey, babe!ā he exclaims, sounding pleasantly surprised at the fact that Iām here and not out doing maid of honor duties somewhere. As soon as he registers my tear-stained face and Leahās arm around my shoulder, however, his smile fades. āWhatās going on?ā
āUmā¦ā is all I can manage to say as I wipe the remaining tears from my eyes.
āWeāre just having a rough morning,ā Leah answers for me with a small smile.
She turns to me, trying to ask me with her eyes what I want her to do. I take a deep breath and just nod, hoping sheāll understand what I mean, and of course she does. She squeezes my shoulder before standing up and heading towards the door.
āIām gonna go check on the guys. Iāll see you two later.ā She smiles briefly at Jake, then leaves, shutting the door behind her. Jake watches her go and then turns back towards me, not looking any less confused. In a few short strides, he makes it to the bed and sits down next to me, grabbing my hand and holding it in both of his.
āWhatās up, Taylor?ā he asks.
I immediately start crying again, dreading what his reaction will be when I tell him. I know I have to tell him, but while I appreciate Leahās faith in his love for me, Iām not totally convinced heāll be able to forgive me. I open my mouth to speak, but nothing comes out besides some weird strangled sound.
āDude, youāre scaring me. Can you please just tell me what happened? Did someone get hurt or something?ā
Not yet, but theyāre about to.
āIā¦ā I start, then trail off not sure how to finish. āIā¦Justinā¦ā
As soon as I say the name, the expression on Jakeās face changes from concern to something akin to the look Abe had on his face when he walked into Justinās hotel room not too long ago. He drops my hand in what I assume is shock and I can feel the muscles in his body tense.
āWhat did that motherfucker do now?ā he growls. āI swear to God, Taylor, I will kill him if he doesnāt get his shit together and back the fuck off.ā
āOk, I mean, Iām not sure murder is the answer here,ā I begin.
āWhat the fuck happened? Do not tell me he tried to kiss you again.ā
I donāt say anything, just frowning in response and he is so overcome with his feelings that he stands up, throwing his hands into the air and pacing back and forth in front of the bed.
āWhat the fuck? Can he not take a hint? Jesus Christ, I knew he would try something like this, Taylor. I knew it. I hope you punched him. Did you punch him?ā
I shake my head silently and he continues on his tirade.
āGoddammit. Iāll punch him, then. Where is he? I mean, someone needs to punch him. Dude needs to get punched.ā
I canāt help a little laugh. This is one of the many things I love about Jake. When he has feelings about things, he really has them. He certainly doesnāt hold back, you know exactly what he thinks. Sometimes I wish I was more like that.
Jake suddenly seems to realize that Iām being awfully quiet and he stops pacing so he can look at me directly.
āTell me what happened.ā
I take a deep breath and start from the beginning, hoping I can get through this by telling him as little as possible. āLast night. After the bachelor party, I found him drunk in the hallway and I was trying to help him get into his room, and he kissed me.ā
āAnd what did you do?ā
Iām actually a little concerned by how measured heās being now. Itās far less Jake than the pacing and ranting. It worries me. And I just now realized how like my brother he is in this respect.
āWhat do you mean what did I do? I pushed him away.ā I try to sound indignant that he would even ask me that question, but given recent events, I know that I have no right to.
āOk. Good.ā He hesitates. I can tell that he wants to ask me if thereās anything else, but he either doesnāt want to piss me off or is scared to know the answer. But given that he just walked in on me crying with Leah trying to comfort me, I know he realizes there must be more. And I know I owe it to him after all these years to be honest and tell him without him having to drag it out of me. But Godā¦I really, really donāt want to. It could ruin everything. And for what?
I let the silence hang in the air while I gather up the courage to continue.
āAnd, uhā¦I went to go see him this morning,ā I finally say.
āYeah?ā
āBecause Bianca asked me if I think she should marry him and if he really loves her. And I wanted to find out the answer, because you knowā¦usually you donāt try to kiss the maid of honor right before your wedding if youāre likeā¦in a healthy, stable, happy relationship, right?ā
Jake smiles a little. āRight.ā
āAnd, umā¦he told me that he worries that he made the wrong decision. That maybe he should have picked me.ā
He clenches his jaw and opens his mouth to say something, but I know Iāll never get through it if I stop now, so I cut him off.
āNo, let me finish. I told him that if he feels that way, he needs to tell Bianca and stop the wedding or I will. And that I love you and I have no interest in him at all.ā
āDamn straight,ā Jake mutters under his breath, and I just keep going as quickly as I can, hoping it will soften the blow when I finally get there.
āAnd then he kissed me again, and I was so shocked, I yelled at him, and I tried to leave and then he grabbed my hand and pulled me back and kissed me again and then we kind of made out a little.ā
It all comes out in one long rush of breath and I heave a big sigh at the end of it, bracing myself for the reaction. I canāt quite read the expression on his face. He seems surprised. I canāt really blame him. The whole story does kind of have a twist ending. But I canāt tell if heās angry, or sad, or full of a desire to dump me. Or all of the above.
āYou did what?ā he finally says.
āPlease donāt make me repeat that,ā I beg, standing up so weāre on the same level.
āYou made out a little?ā
āYeah.ā
āLikeā¦intentionally?ā
āI guessā¦yeah. I meanā¦yeah. I guess. I donāt know if thatās the word Iād use.ā
Jake just nods slowly, the wheels in his head visibly turning. I shift from one foot to another anxiously.
āWhatās a little?ā
āHuh?ā
āDefine āwe made out a littleā?ā
I groan, not wanting to get into the details. āYou knowā¦kissing, some touching over the clothes. Nothing below the belt. Making out a little.ā
āVertical or horizontal?ā
āFirst vertical, then horizontal.ā It makes me nervous that he has so many questions about the details of the making out. I feel the need to explain myself so he can understand that it wasnāt as bad as it sounds. Or at least I donāt want it to be as bad as it sounds. Fucking Justin. Fucking up everything.
āI donāt want him, Jake. I really donāt. I donāt know what happened, I guess I just lost my will to fight, you know? He just kept coming at me and at some point I didnāt know what to do but give in. But I love you. I love you so much, I donāt want to be with him, Iām so sorry. Iām so, so sorry.ā
I step closer to him, grabbing his hand in two of mine just like he did when he first sat down next to me. His body still feels tense, and the expression on his face still doesnāt betray whatās going on in his head. I start silently praying for him to just yell and get mad at me so we can argue and I can grovel and he can forgive me and we can move on. The quiet, almost numb, response is scaring the shit out of me.
When he speaks, though, he doesnāt even acknowledge anything Iāve just said about my love for him or my apology. He just asks, āAre you going to tell Bianca?ā
I squirm uncomfortably. āI donāt know.ā
He pulls his hand away from me. Now heās angry. āYou donāt know? You donāt know if youāre going to tell your supposed friend that you made out with her fiancĆ©e the day before sheās supposed to marry the asshole? You donāt know if she has the right to that information?ā
āNo, Jacob, I donāt! You always make it sound so easy, but itās not that easy, okay? You remember what happened the last time. And this time it will be so much worse, Iām not sure itās worth it!ā
I start to cry again and Jake looks almost angrier at my tears. He just shakes his head and walks towards the door without a word.
āWhere are you going?ā
āI donāt know. I need to think.ā
And with that, the door slams, and heās gone.
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