Page 43 of Fighting for His Life

“Maybe you should’ve paid attention to the fucking messages I just showed you instead of the tabloid trash. Maybe you should’ve paid attention to me instead of who you think I am.”

“I tried, Jax. You wouldn’t let me in.”

“That should’ve been your first fucking clue,” I grind out. “Zoey didn’t stop loving me. Zoey couldn’t deal with what happen to her. Do you want to know why the fuck she left me? Do you want to know what the damn media and tabloids don’t know?”

She wipes a tear from her face but nods slightly.

“One year ago, Zoey was fucking raped. She was beaten. Do you know I never saw her after it happen because she ran, but I saw the pictures. Did you know that because of what that bastard did to her, she lost our baby? Before you fucking assume to know something, get all of the goddamn facts.”

I walk to where I dropped my bag on the floor. I pick it up without looking back at the woman crying in the middle of my bedroom.

She’s a good person. She doesn’t deserve this at all. I should never let this be more than a one-night stand like all the rest. I used her to try to move on. I should have let her go weeks ago when I knew moving on wasn’t an option. I always knew I couldn’t move on.

“Where are you going?” she whispers so low I almost don’t hear.

“I’ve got a flight in a couple of hours. Something happened.”

“Was there an accident?”

I let out a sarcastic laugh. “Did those messages sound like there was an accident?”

“Do you need me to come with you?”

I turn back to face her, shock written on my face. “Are you joking?”

She shakes her head. “No. You need a friend.”

I inhale deeply then let the air back out as I work to remember she’s only trying to help. “I’m going with Zane.”

Then I walk out of the room. Out of the apartment. I’m going to Zoey.

And I’m terrified at what I’m going to find.

I get to the airport before Zane. I’m checked in before he even makes it to the terminal. I sit in the chairs waiting just like I did last year.

This time when he walks in, he doesn’t have Rory with him. He walks to the check-in counter then over to me. “I wish you’d let her go, Jay,” he says quietly. “She hurt you too much already.”

“And you know she did that because she’s hurting.”

“I know. She’s broken, Jax. More broken than I realized.”

I want to ask how he didn’t realize how broken she is, but I don’t. “She called me tonight,” I say instead. “Haley answered the phone.”

“Shit,” he says leaning his head back against the chair.

“What did Maddox say?”

“It’s bad, Jay. It’s really fucking bad.”

“I know,” I say pulling out my phone to show him the messages she sent.

He reads the messages going as pale as I’m sure I did when I first read the messages. “She called me too,” he finally says after a long drawn out silence. “I was – busy when the phone rang. Voicemail caught it. She didn’t say anything, but I could hear her crying. How the fuck did it get this bad, Jay? It’s my job to watch out for her and I’ve done nothing but let her down.”

I drop my head into my hands. He’s voicing everything I’ve felt for the last year. “What did Maddox say?” I ask again because I know he’s trying to avoid telling me.

“She tried to kill herself, Jax,” he says on a whisper. “He found her in the bathroom sitting in a pool of her own blood, unconscious. He said there was cocaine all over the bathroom counter. She’d punched the mirror until it shattered then she used a piece to slit her wrists. Her phone was in her hand. She was messaging you.”

It is the same hospital as before. The sight of it makes me sick. Physically sick.

Source: www.allfreenovel.com