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“What's going on?” she whispers and Delanie sighs in defeat.
Jax is still seething, his fists are balled, and Kylan looks like he’s upset at himself more than anything.
Jae stands next to me, neither of us know what the hell to do.
My mom finally catches sight of me and gives me wide eyes that scream for help.
I step a few more feet forward and reach out for Jax’s shoulder.
“Ja-” before I can finish, he flinches and spins around so fast it knocks me down.
“Hollis!” My mom and dad both jump toward me, Jae catches me before I crash into one of the chairs. Delaine starts yelling at Jax and Kylan is trying to calm her down.
I don’t get hurt though; it was merely a stumble more than anything. Jae helps me right myself and I’m surprised at the action but I know he didn’t mean to knock me down. I probably scared him anyway.
“I’m fine,” I say sternly as I dust my pants off.
“What the fuck?” Jaelynn yells. I know it’s what my parents want to yell but they won’t raise their voice like that. Not when they don’t know what the hell is going on.
“Holli, I’m so fucking sorry. I didn’t-” Jax starts in a defensive plea, but I hold up my hand.
“You need to come with me,” I demand.
Everyone is staring at us and I hate the way it feels right now. Jax just aired out some dirty laundry and he did it even knowing that his family wasn’t the only family here.
“No! I need to figure out why-”
“Jaxon!” I can’t stop myself. The loud sound of a crack echos through the air as I let my hand settle firmly against his cheek.
The air stops.
Everyone gasps and then freezes.
Jax and I are staring at each other with more intensity than ever before.
I feel regret, then liberation. Then more regret.
His blue eyes are heated with rage and humiliation as mine give off the message that his shit needs to stop now.
“You are coming with me,” I turn around and walk away. I notice Jaelynn smiling out of the corner of my eye, but I just keep walking.
Is this how first and last love should feel?
Finally, I hear his footsteps behind me. Heavy and annoyed.
The others start up in hushed voices as I lead him further into the house.
I grab my keys from the holder on the wall and open the front door. I stand there and wait for him to exit first.
“Where are we going?” he asks, holding his face where I slapped him.
“I’m taking your drunk ass home.”
I pull into his driveway and park the car. My mind is still racing from raising my hand to his face, it’s not something I ever want to do again, it didn’t feel good. But at the same time, he fucking needed it.
He was causing a scene, and he did it while intoxicated and that is not something I’m going to fucking tolerate. He needs to know that.
“What the fuck happened tonight?” I ask as he finishes up the second water he grabbed from my small stash in the back. He crushes the bottle gently in his hands and sighs.
