his chest and I can hear his heart pounding. My body is molded against the hard plains of his, but he’s not touching me. He’s not speaking. He’s not doing anything at all. He’s just standing there like a statue. Our bodies are squashed, and yet I have never felt such distance between us.
I lift my head and I bump foreheads with him. His head is lowered. Like someone in mourning. I reach up and go to stroke his cheek, but his hand lashes out and stops me. He grips it so tightly I yelp. I hear him suck in a deep, ragged breath. It’s like he doesn’t believe I’m real. God Jagger, what has happened to you?
“Jagger…”
“Why?” he rasps, “w hy are you here?”
“We…want to help and…”
“No.”
“Jagger…”
He shoves me backwards and I fall on my ass. I whimper, not only from shock but from the forceful landing. I can hear Jagger panting. Is he angry? Emotional? I just don’t know.
“Leave,” he says in a voice so void of emotion it burns me. “Don’t come back. Don’t try anything. Don’t involve yourself. Go to the boys, tell them to stay the fuck out of my life. That goes for you too. If I see you back here…”
His voice trails off for a long moment and it’s like he can’t bring himself to the say the next words, but eventually he does and they shock me to my core.
“If I see you back here, I’ll kill you.”
“Jagger,” I whisper.
“Don’t, I don’t want you here. Leave Willow, do you hear me? LEAVE!”
Tears stream down my face. “You don’t mean that, we can help you.”
“I don’t want your help,” he roars, “I don’t want it. I want you to fucking leave. We’re done. I don’t want you. I MOVED ON!”
I force myself to my feet, and I feel my knees buckle. I reach out to steady myself with a nearby tree. He doesn’t mean it, he doesn’t. He cocks the gun again.
“Walk away now, or I’ll end you.”
“Jagger…you don’t...”
“FIVE!”
“Jagger...”
“FOUR!”
“Please…”
“THREE!”
“PLEASE!”
“Fuck Willow, don’t make me do this. TWO.”
I turn and I run. I stumble over and my hands land in the grainy sand. I cry out and whimper as I get to my feet and stagger forward. He didn’t mean it, he didn’t mean it. Oh god. He didn’t mean it. Did he?
~*~*~*~
JAGGER
Fuck, fuck, fuck. It was her. It was her and I threatened to kill her. I listen to her whimpers fade into the darkness and I drop to my knees. I press the gun to my temple. End it. It’s the only way. It’s the only fucking way. I just told the love of my life that I didn’t want her, that I’d kill her. I listened to her fall apart and I kept going. I’m a fucking monster. Just end it.
I push the cold metal into my temple further and my hand shakes. Her fuckin’ cries, they broke me. The way she touched me. Her scent against my skin. Her body against mine. She fucking broke me and I just broke her. I drop the gun and pummel my fists into the sand, roaring curses. I stand, spinning to the nearest dark tree and I punch it until my knuckles are bruised and raw. How could I be such a fucking coward? She wanted to help me. I knew she would and I broke her. I fucking broke her.
“Jagger?”
Fuckin’ Sharleen. Always the fuckin’ hero. I hear her footsteps on the sand as she approaches. She stops in front of me and shines a light over my panting form.
“What happened?”
“The woman that made the bet got away, I didn’t get her in time.”
“Oh, I’m sure it won’t matter. Mick’ll sort it out.”
“Whatever.”
I stand and walk towards the house. When I get inside I stare down at the blood dripping from my knuckles. Sharleen notices and her eyes widen.
“You’re bleeding.”
“Who fuckin’ cares Sharleen? I bleed every fuckin’ day. Don’t pretend to care about me, it’s because of you that I’m here.”
Her mouth drops open. “I never meant for you to get hurt , Jagger.”
“What did you think would fuckin’ happen? I gave