Page 8 of Chaos

“Back off.” He turns, squaring up to her.

I can’t deal with this. Their arguing all melds into a deafening noise. I run my hands along my dress, trying to regain some sense of reality.

Turning on my heel, I dart for the exit. I need some air before I pass out. How could he do this to me?

With tears streaming down my face, I feel the cold breeze against my flushed skin. He’s been cheating on me for a year.

Once safely in the parking lot, I collapse onto the hood of his car. The cool metal soothes the heat of anger burning through me as I finish off the remains of the champagne.

Fuck him.

In a moment of frustration, I wipe away the tears on my cheeks using the back of my hand, then forcefully toss the bottle to the ground, savoring the chaotic symphony of its destruction.

My breathing becomes suddenly heavy, each inhale feeling labored. None of this was real. He never loved me. I gave up my career to help him. I did everything for that piece of shit.

The parking lot is shrouded in darkness, with only the faint flicker of festival lights illuminating the surroundings.

Shit.

As I head towards the iron gates, the sound of my heels clicking along the pavement echoes in the quiet street. I need to get away from here.

With headlights getting closer, I squint, and the sound of a rumbling bike fills the air.

I keep walking. Whoever it is, they won’t be any of my friends or family.

I have no one.

SIX

JAX

My palm squeezes the throttle, amplifying my frustration through the deep rumble of my Ducati clenched between my thighs.

I slow down as I approach the iron gates, blinking a few times to make sure I’m not hallucinating. I know I had a couple of whiskeys on hardly any sleep.

My foot lands on the pavement as I try to make sense of what I’m seeing. I’m not imagining this. A woman in an unmistakable white wedding dress stomps towards me, her veil billowing in the wind. Her tiny frame is accentuated by her dark maroon hair, cascading down and stopping just above her waist.

Bringing my bike to a stop, I switch off the engine and prop it up with the kickstand.

Pulling off my helmet, I shake out my dark curls.

“Are you okay?” I ask, striding towards her.

Her beauty is illuminated by the soft light of the street lamp as she comes to a halt.

“Do I look it?”

Woah, okay. Holding up my arms, I step in front of her. I can't help but notice the hoarseness in her voice and the bloodshot look in her eyes.

“The wedding’s the other way, isn’t it?” I tilt my head to the side, taking her in.

A burst of laughter escapes her lips.

“Exactly why I’m heading in the opposite direction. I’m getting the fuck out of here.”

With that, she steps around me, her footsteps clicking loudly as she continues stomping into the darkness.

What the fuck.

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