Leaning in Julien whispers in her ear, “babe, I know he would be respectful, I know my brother. I never doubted his intentions. It’s just a little fun to watch him squirm for abit. But I’m glad he was there to help you. I just wish that it was me. I should have been there.” “You can’t be with me all the time, Julien. It’s not how life works. Now I need you to drive Sarah and I to our townhouse, because I have someone meeting me there.” Who does she have meeting her at her place? Julien was curious and was wanting to question it, but when he remembers how happy she was when she talked about how she has a surprise for me, he can’t bring himself to question her. Like he just told her that he trusts her completely. Julien pulls over at the front of Monica's townhouse. The drive here has given her time to sober up, which has returned the nervousness of what she was about to do. Think of Julien. Think of Julien and nothing more matters. Repeating that over and over in her head, she can see h

There was paint everywhere, red paint splashed all over the room, on the floor, on the walls, it’s even on the ceiling. The message that’s written above what used to be Monica's bedhead is what breaks her frozen stance and has her screaming at the top of her lungs. The message painted in what she hoping is red paint says.I’m coming for youWe will meet soon xxxOh my god! All of her things, everything that she have worked so hard to get has been destroyed. Running to her wardrobe, Monica was scrambling to the mess. No, she cannot have ruined it. She was crying, rummaging, trying to find it. She can’t find it. Why can’t she find it?Strong arms wrap around her and pull her back, stopping her from looking. “No, I have to find it, it has to be here,” Monica says as she fights her way out of his hold. “Shh, sunshine, I’ve got you. I’ve got you. It’s going to beokay.” It’s not going to be okay, it’s never going to be okay. Why doesn’t he know? This is what her life is, one fucked up sit

Julien was lying in bed with Monica in his arms and he couldn’t think of waking up any other way. It’s Christmas Eve, he have her car in the garage with a huge fucking bow on it. Julien just has to figure out a way to get her to accept it. Julien has been lying awake for hours, conjuring up ways to get her to accept the car and accept the question he was planning to ask her tomorrow morning. But first today, the car. Monica stirs, slowly opening her eyes. She is the definition of not a morning person. Grumbling, she smiles up at Julien. “Morning babe.” She leans in kisses him gently beforesettling her head on his chest. “Morning Sunshine, sleep well?” Julien asks, kissing the top of her head. “Mm-hmm, I always sleep well next to you,” she mumblesback. Huh, she’s in a great mood today. Rolling her over to her back, Julien pins her down and kisses her.She responds immediately, opening for him. He pulls away before he can take things any further. A look of disappointment crosses her f

Monica was staring at a huge freaking shiny red car with a huge shiny white bow on it. Merry Christmas Sunshine is written across the windscreen. What is the actual fudge? “Ah Julien, that’s a car!” Turning to face him, she can see an enormous smile on his face. She is taken aback, she hasn't seen him this happy for a while. She knows he’s been hovering over her and trying to makesure that she was okay; it has taken a toll on him. “Well, it has four wheels and what looks like a steering wheel inside it. So, yeah; it possibly is a car,” he laughs.She is stunned, not sure what to do or say. No one has ever given her a gift like a car before. She means, what do you say to a gift like this? Oh thanks, she loves it just doesn’t seem enough. She has been standing in the same spot just staring at this bright red huge car for too long. She can feel Julien’s gaze burning into her. After what they shared this morning was barely a reality to her Finally, he takes her hand leading her to th

Monica didn't notice as the door opened and she didn't stop trying to land a punch as Julien’s voice booms across the room. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Bray stops blocking and slightly turns towards Julien. That’s when she sees her opportunity and she swings her right arm out, landing a punch on his face. Where she could not tell her, but she definitely felt the contact. That just can’t miss the dramatic yell from Bray, “Ah, god dammit Monica! You fucking punched me!” He holds his hand up to his face, covering his left eye. Oh god, Monica stops in place, the high feeling of making contact and landing a punch turns into a feeling of dread. She thinks that she hurt him, she can’t believe she actually punched him. Sure, she really wanted to land a hit on him, but she didn’t want to hurt him. “I’m so sorry, Bray. I … I didn’t mean to. I just got carried away." She tries to explain herself at the same time not let the tearsfall that are threatening to come loose. Julien wr