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Willow took a break. To collect herself. To be with her family.
That only fueled the rumors even more.
The newest one I heard was that Willow had flown Ward to some place in Iceland to live to get cleaned up.
The truth?
Probably far more boring, but still terrifying to live through.
From my point of view, here’s what I remember…
Ward did not really want to hurt me. He was mad. Angry at me for promising him my love. He really thought he could go to rehab for a week, then come rushing back to campus and we could be together.
For the record, do I feel guilty for telling him we could be together? No. Why would I? I had to do or say whatever to get him help.
So, anyway, Ward just kept talking about us being together.
That’s part of the reason why I didn’t really fight back more.
Yeah, he had his arm around my neck and that broken bottle…
I just figured eventually he would pass out from being drunk or he would crave more booze and we’d have to leave the dorm.
That’s when Jax showed up.
The thundering kicks against the door… I can still hear them.
The door flying open.
Jax rushing inside.
Willow behind him.
The look on Willow’s face.
I knew Jax would do something crazy in that moment.
What we had said to each other had been mean and wrong. We didn’t mean it. He was jealous over Ward. I was mad and scared about my feelings. Everything a total disaster and it boiled over.
When Jax lunged forward, I knew my life was at risk at that moment.
The sound of Jax hitting Ward’s face though… that was brutal.
I heard his nose explode. I heard cartilage tear just like old cardboard.
Shortly after that was the moment Jax and I declared our love for one another.
I think about it… like imagine if we end up together forever, right? We’re elderly and someone asks us about our story. Can you imagine that?
But anyway, after all that, the police showed up.
That’s when the chaos ensued.
The dorm was evacuated.
Everyone had their phones out, waiting to see what was happening.
Texts and posts on social media went nuts with rumors of someone with a gun or a knife on campus. And I get it – life is a little crazy anymore.
