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“Then don't.”

“Are you Mum?” The nurse asks.

“I am, yes…”

“Can I just have a minute with Shelby please, it might be easier for her to talk to me if we’re alone.”

She looks at me, then the nurse. “I’ll just be outside. Remember what we talked about.”

“If you could just wait in the waiting room, I’ll call you back in when we’re ready.

Jaxon

“Is she in there?” I shout at Shelby’s bitch of a mother as she walks out.

“If you go anywhere near that room Jaxon, I will have you removed.” She stares me down.

“Hopefully, Shelby will come to her senses and won’t go through with it,” I growl.

“I doubt it. The nurse is talking some sense into her now.” Her mum smirks, my fists ball into a fist wanting to hit out at something.

Seeing red I move towards her, but with a clinic full of people I don’t want to be on an assault charge.

“You disgust me.” I spin away from her and head outside. I light up a cigarette hoping it will calm my nerves a little, I swear my intake has risen to two packs a day.

Instead of waiting around I head home and grab a bottle. The only thing I want to do right now is get shitfaced drunk, anything so I can’t feel. If I don’t feel anything, I don’t have to worry about the stake that's been driven through my heart, leaving me to bleed out…

As I sit in the living room on my own with just a bottle of vodka and some smokes to keep me company; I look around, and for the first time ever, I feel alone. I realise just how little I’ve got. Shelby was the only good thing in my life... this baby really could have turned my life around. Shelby would have turned my life around.

I have no family but Harry. My Aunty hates me, my mother is a shell just waiting to die - oh, and she hates me too - what do I really have? No-one will miss me.

Grabbing my bottle and putting my ciggie between my lips, I grab mum’s car keys and head out. Getting in the driver’s seat, I swap my fag for the bottle, putting it to my lips and drain the rest of the bottle. I can’t feel anymore burning, it’s numb already. Dropping the empty bottle on the floor in the passenger side, I struggle to find where to put the key, my eyes are blurry, and I’m struggling to focus. I find it eventually and turn the key, the engine starting promptly. Shifting the car into gear I pull away, my head lulls, but I manage to lift it and pull the car straight.

There’s only one place I’m going, and that’s to my girlfriends if I can remember the way.

I need Shelby.

She’s my saving grace.

To hell with everyone else.

The steering wheel slips from my palm, the sound of blaring horns jolts me, making me swerve. Wiping the window with my hand, I try to clear the windscreen - it’s blurry. I find the lever for the window wipers, but it’s no use. I can’t see….

Shelby is the only thing on my mind. I need to get to her…

The crash and squealing of tyres is the last thing I remember…

Chapter Thirteen

Shelby

I don’t know how much more heartbreak I can take.

Harry was with the police when they came to my house to tell me what had happened. They said he kept calling my name. They also made a point of saying that as soon as he was better, he’d be going straight into a police cell. I knew he was a little out there after all this business, but I didn’t think he was this bad… I should have done more.

“Hey, you okay?” Harry asks from the side of me, his arm wrapped around my shoulders brings me comfort - although not enough. Harry isn’t Jax.

Remembering Harry’s question, I nod.

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