"This way please," the usher led Jordan and Lana to their table. There were people already seated at the table and Lana's eyes widened as she recognized some of them.
"Sorry we're late, we had a bit of a stalker situation," Jordan announced to the table as he pulled out a chair for Lana.
"Sweets these are my friends-friends this is my wife. Let's fine tune the details later shall we?" Jordan said, as he took a seat next to Lana.
"Hie," Lana waved shyly at everyone.
"Dude-you cannot drop a bomb like that and-sorry Lana I'm Kyle-and this is my heartbeat, Amaya," Kyle held out his hand and Lana couldn't help but stare.
"Oh my gosh! Kyle Kinley!" she whimpered.
"That's what she said," Kyle and Jordan fist-bumped and high-fived each other, laughing. Kyle's wife gave him the eye and he winked at her. Kyle was topping the charts along with Jordan. It was no wonder they were friends.
"Never mind these two delinquents," Amaya said rolling her eyes, "I'm Maya and this here is Rita and James her husband."
"Lana Logan," Lana extended her hand.
"Point of correction sweets- you're now a Carter. I made it official," Jordan raised her hand and kissed her wedding ring.
"Duly noted husband," Lana smiled.
"Jordan Carter you're so extra," Amaya rolled her eyes again, "I'm going to the rest room, I need a break from all of you," Kyle stood and kissed her before letting her go.
"I think I'll come with you, if you don't mind," Lana said, as she followed behind.
"So how's married life so far?" Amaya asked as they freshened up their already perfect make-up.
"Complicated," Lana said.
"I know but it gets better. Promise," she squeezed Lana's hand.
"A couple of months ago, I never expected any of this..I guess I will have to adjust with time," Lana voiced her concerns.
"I know..it took me a bit of time to adjust but Kyle was so patient with me. Just be patient with Jordan, he may seem a bit difficult at times but he's a good guy deep down inside. It may be hard now but don't put too much pressure on yourself, just take it one day at a time okay?" Amaya reassured her.
"Thank you," Lana smiled, "I really needed to hear that."
"Do you want to exchange numbers? I might get busy but I can always call you back if you send me an app or something," Amaya took her phone out of her bag, "what's your number?"
"You don't have to Maya, I know how busy you are and I wouldn't want to impose-" Lana protested.
"Lana, you're one of us now..Jordan and Kyle are like family..and I know how overwhelming it can be," Amaya laid a hand on Lana's shoulder, "I think you could use a friend who is in the same strugglet, don't you think?"
"Yeah, you're right. Most of my friends a still in college and are as clueless as I am," Lana punched her number into Amaya's phone and she did the same.
"Lana Carter! Can I have my wife back please?" Kyle called out from behind the door.
"Same goes for you Amaya Walsh-Kinley!" Jordan voiced.
"You two are incorrigible!" Amaya remarked as the door swung open.
"That's why you love me babe," Kyle put his hand over her shoulder and kissed her cheek.
"What took you so long sweets?" Jordan said as he put his hand around her waist.
"Amaya was just telling me all your deep, dark secrets," Lana teased and Jordan laughed.
"If you wanted to know all you had to do was ask Bambi. But you would have to listen at your own risk and I would have to put a disclaimer on everything that I told you..plus divorce is not an option," he put a hand on her exposed back and electricity shot through her body, by just a simple touch.
"Jordan, we still haven't had "the talk"," she stopped and looked up at him, "I still don't know what we are.."
"Are you hungry?" Jordan asked.
"What's that-"
"Yes or no?" he persisted.
"Not really.." she furrowed her brow, wondering where he was going with this.
"Good. We can go and have that talk now. Come this way," he led her out into a dimly lit garden and they sat on a padded bench, in a secluded area.
"We don't have to do it now-I was just-" Lana started. She had no words to say now that she was presented with the opportunity. she had gone over this conversation so many times in her head but now that Jordan was sitting here, right in front of her, staring at her with those intense ocean-blue eyes and angelic face, she froze-mesmerized with how gorgeous he truly was.
"You know what they say Bambi; strike while it hot sweets," he took her hand and rubbed the back of her palm like he usually did. If only he knew how that affected her..her hear was beating against her rib-cage and she was sure he could hear it.
"Let me go first?" he suggested.
"You know that you can trust me right?" he tilted her chin up gently.
"Yes..that's why I need to tell you..that..I was once raped by my ex-boy-"
"Lana stop..you don't have to re-live that whole thing again," Jordan held her by the shoulders and saw tears glistening in her eyes.
"Let me..I want to.." she bit her bottom lip, "Don't interrupt okay?" Jordan nodded quietly.
"We had been dating for about two years and it was on prom night. We had already agreed that we wouldn't have sex like everyone else had planned but we would wait until after college or whenever I felt I was ready," tears rolled down her cheeks as she narrated the horrible ordeal, "We went to an after party at one of his friend's house since the parents were away-and I only had a couple of drinks but I started to feel woozy and I asked him to take me home, but he carried me to a room upstairs and told me to lie down for a bit."
"Did he-" Jordan clenched his fist and Lana held a hand to his lips and continued. It was obvious that he had used the oldest trick in the book-the date **** drug
"He started to strip off my dress as soon as he locked the door-I tried to protest-to push him off to reason with him..but he was like man..possessed..he had a scary look on his face and it's like he couldn't hear what I was saying.." she gulped and Jordan wiped the tears from her face, his heart breaking along with hers.
"I was powerless..he raped me..repeatedly..until I passed out," she shook as sobs racked her body. Jordan pulled her into his arms and held her as she cried. Never had he felt such intense pain for another human being-he felt like some one had ripped his heart out and beat in with a hammer until it was in shreds. He blinked back tears unsuccessfully, until he just allowed them to slide down his face, uninhibited.
Jordan had never felt the need or instinct to protect anyone but that feeling invaded his mind, body and soul right now. He would find the bastard and make him rue the day he saw the light of day. Anyone who caused Lana such unspeakable pain deserved nothing better than to pay for what he did. Jordan soothed her the only way he knew how..he sang.
Made a wrong turn, once or twice
Dug my way out, blood and fire
Bad decisions, that's alright
Welcome to my silly life
Mistreated, misplaced, misunderstood
Miss "no way it's all good"
It didn't slow me down
Mistaken, always second guessing
Underestimated
Look, I'm still around
Pretty, pretty please
Don't you ever, ever feel
Like you're less than, less than perfect
Pretty, pretty please
If you ever, ever feel
Like you're nothing, you are perfect to me
You're so mean
When you talk
About yourself, you were wrong
Change the voices in your head
Make them like you instead
So complicated, look happy, you'll make it
Filled with so much hatred, such a tired game
It's enough, I've done all I can think of
Chased down all my demons, I've seen you do the same, oh
Pretty, pretty please
Don't you ever, ever feel
Like you're less than, less than perfect
Pretty, pretty please
If you ever, ever feel
Like you're nothing, you are perfect to me
Lana looked up at him and smiled through her tears. He wiped her tears and kissed her forehead. She seemed better.
"You're okay?" he asked as he pushed back the loose tendrils of her hair.
"Yes but you forgot to sing the best part of the song," she teased.
"Is that so Miss Pink Fanatic? I can't seem to remember that part though? But since you're clealy a fan maybe you can help me out" he held his chin and pretended to be deep in thought. They broke into laughter and started to sing the bridge together.
The whole world's scared, so I swallow the fear
The only thing I should be drinking is an ice-cold beer
So cool in line, and we try, try, try
But we try too hard, it's a waste of my time
Done looking for the critics, 'cause they're everywhere
They don't like my jeans, they don't get my hair
Exchange ourselves and we do it all the time
Why do we do that?
Why do I do that?
(Why do I do that?)
Yeah, oh, oh pretty, pretty please
Pretty, pretty please
Don't you ever, ever feel
Like you're less than, less than perfect
Pretty, pretty please
If you ever, ever feel
Like you're nothing, you are perfect to me
Yeah, you're perfect, you're perfect to me
Pretty, pretty please
If you ever, ever feel
Like you're nothing, you are perfect to me
( Credit: Pink -Perfect lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC)
"You're perfect Lana. Don't let anybody tell you otherwise. Let's get out of here," Jordan said as he stood and pulled her up along with him.
Lana fell asleep on Jordan's shoulder as Jones drove them home. Jordan's mind was working on overdrive. He still wanted to ask Lana a few more questions about the horrid ordeal but he would give her more time to calm down.
"What's on your mind Jordan? Whatever it is it can't be good," Jones observed through the rear-view mirror.
"I need you to help me find some one Jay," he said with determination.
"and after we find him..?" Jones trailed off.
"He will regret the day he was born."
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