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“Thank God, you’re alive! I was so worried,” she nearly yells into the phone. I have to move it away from my ear before I go deaf.
“I’m fine. Just a headache, but other than that I am okay. Everyone found out, Lana,” I confess, with a tear slipping down my cheek.
“I know, honey. There are people camped out here waiting for you,” she states, with an aggravated sigh.
“I’m so sorry I dragged you into this. I didn’t mean to. I screwed everything up.” I cry into the phone. “What am I going to do?” I ask, needing some type of advice or guidance.
“I’m not really sure. I think if you make a statement or interview then they will maybe leave you alone. They want to know what really happened with your husband’s death. At least that’s what the internet is saying. They also said that you like famous men, that you traded Blaine for Sebastian,” I gasp at the news.
“Let me go so I can look up everything people are saying. I hope I can make it home today, but there are people camped out here too,” I reply.
“Just take care of yourself. I’m fine. These people don’t bother me and if they do, they can get acquainted with my fists,” Lana chuckles on the other end of the phone.
I smile, “Thank you. I’ll text you later when I know something.”
“Bye, Stormy,” Lana replies as the line goes dead.I pull up the internet browser on my phone and type in my name. Immediately tons of news articles pop up. Some calling me a whore for making out with Sebastian on a darkened street corner. One picture is me passed out in Sebastian’s arms and it says I’m an alcoholic and drug abuser. There are pictures from this morning, with me looking disheveled and Sebastian in just sweats. Fuck this all paints me in a terrible light. I’m never going to be able to show my face in this city again. I click on one article in particular.
Stormy Jacks finally found! Is she hiding because she killed her husband?
Stormy Jacks was finally found in New York City outside of the bar, The Tipsy Tap. She was hanging onto billionaire, playboy, Sebastian Knight. Jacks has been missing from the picture since her husband, Blaine Jacks of Damaged Jacks, was found dead in his family home. No comments were made at the time of the death and there haven’t been any since. The funeral was private, but we know she was in attendance. Would a murderer attend the funeral of her husband? The autopsy reported that Blaine Jacks was killed by an accidental gunshot to the head, but we have reports that the two were seen arguing earlier that day. We reached out to Blaine’s family this morning and they implied that she was guilty, but they haven’t filed charges against her. She received a large sum from the life insurance of Blaine then she fled Florida without anyone’s knowledge and dyed her hair in hopes to be unrecognizable. Fortunately for us, she participated in karaoke at this bar and her voice was instantly recognized by the bartender, Travis Gray. He sent in photographs and a video recording of the performance. You can see the video below. If Jacks is innocent, whyis she hiding? More information is coming soon.
Fuck. My. Life. Of course, they would say I was guilty. They didn’t want their precious nephew to get in trouble. He was the one that picked up the gun and played with it. He didn’t know it was loaded and he fired the shot right at Blaine. No one knows the truth other than the people that were there. At the time, I didn’t press charges because he was just a kid, only fifteen. I didn’t want to ruin his life. It was my father-in-law’s fault for leaving a loaded and chambered gun lying around. He should have known better. And now they’re implying it was my fault? What the hell is wrong with them? It’s bad enough that they turned on me as soon as Blaine was in the ground. They wanted the money from his life insurance, and they said that’s the only reason I married him in the first place. I didn’t even know he had a life insurance policy until the attorney contacted me after Blaine’s death. They can have the money if that will make them leave me alone.
I take a deep breath, trying not to spiral out of control. I glance down at my wet bandaged hand and remember the blood there. I was asleep that night when it happened, for fucks sake. The gun shot woke me up and I wobbled to the door half asleep. Then I saw him there on the floor covered in blood.
I tear the Band-Aids off my hand. It’s mostly healed anyways, and I don’t want them there anymore. I need to get out of this apartment. I feel like I can’t breathe. The air is being sucked out of my lungs and I feel like I’m going to have a heart attack. My chest tightens and all my muscles begin to spasm. Sweat begins streaming down my face, mixing with the tears. I fall to the floor, dropping my phone in the process. Ipull my knees up to my chest and rock back and forth, trying to breathe but I can’t. My lungs aren’t working.Am I dying?This is it. I’m going to die right here. The thought makes me want to vomit. I can feel it coming up my throat. The acid burns and I really think my heart might explode. I need my medicine, but I can’t get it. I grip my knees tighter and try to think of three things like Sebastian taught me, but I can’t. All I can hear is my own heart beating. Its sounds like it might burst.Three things, Stormy, think. But I can’t. I can’t do anything but sit here and wait. Wait for what exactly, I don’t know. I close my eyes, trying to picture anywhere but that kitchen floor. His lifeless ocean blue eyes staring through my soul. I was right there with him. My best friend. Gone in a flash. Tears stream down my face faster and faster, leaving Sebastian’s shirt wet.
Suddenly, I’m pulled back with firm arms. I get pressed up against a hard body and I sink into the warmth. “I’m here, Angel. Listen to my voice. Come back to me. Take a deep breath.” He puts his large hand on my chest. “When I push down, breathe out when I let up, breathe in. Now, let’s do it. In.” He lifts his hand so I can breathe in then he presses down on my chest. “Now, out. Keep going.” He continues releasing me and then pressing down on my chest until my breathing has mostly evened out. “Now, open those eyes and tell me three things you see.” I open my eyes and blink a few times to get rid of the blurry tears.
“I need my medicine, Sebastian. I can’t do this without it.” I argue.
“You don’t need that shit, Stormy. You have me. Now, tell me three things you see.”
“I-I s-see your bed. The dr-dresser and windows.”I wipe my eyes, trying to clear up my vision.
“Good girl.” He whispers into the shell of my ear. “Now, tell me what you feel.”
“I feel you. I feel your warmth around me. I feel your hands on me.” I close my eyes and concentrate on the feel of being wrapped up by Sebastian. He got on the floor for me and brought me back. Somehow he can always reach me, no matter how far gone I am. His voice is like a tether I hold on to for dear life. I pull and pull on his rope just as he does, and we meet in the middle. The world could be going up in flames around us but as long as he was connected to me, I wouldn’t burn. I bury myself in him, hoping he can feel just how much I need him. He’s my rock. It’s a startling realization, but nevertheless, it’s true. He’s the only thing that can bring me back. He’s my new medicine and I think I might be addicted.
“There you go, I’m right here.” He squeezes his arms tighter around me and I melt into him a little more. He feels safe. More importantly, I feel safe in his arms. I grab ahold of his arms and pull them tighter around me. I can’t get close enough. Resting my head on his shoulder, he leans over and kisses my cheek, forehead, then finally my lips. He tastes like my sweetest salvation. His hand cups my cheek and he dives deeper until our souls are tangling together. He pulls back and whispers, “All you have to do is call me. I’ll be there.” He rests his forehead against mine, looking into my eyes. His lustrous green eyes bore into mine and for a moment I believe that he would be there for me. I realize at some point I fell for this gorgeous man in front of me. I don’t know how it happened, but it did. Then I remember that no one ever stays.They eventually vanish into thin air. I pull away from his magnetic connection. I need to get my shit together figuratively and literally. I can’t stay here; I’ve already done enough damage. Just like he said, everything goes haywire when I’m around. I can’t stay here and get crushed; I don’t think I would recover from that. With everything I’ve been through, losing Sebastian would be the hardest.
“Thank you,” I say awkwardly. I hate that he keeps seeing me so vulnerable. I grab my phone and see the article is still on the screen. I scoff but before I can close it, Sebastian has my phone in his hands. He sighs as he reads it. His face gets madder with every passing second, until I’m sure he will explode. I try to take it from him. “It’s nothing, really. I just came across it and it upset me.”
“It’s not nothing. Its painting you as a murderer. These are serious allegations,” He looks up from the phone. I shrug, looking away from his penetrating gaze.
“It’s not true, you know. I wasn’t even in the room when it happened,” I shift away from him and try to get up.
“Hey, I believe you. Why don’t you tell me what happened? I have only heard from other sources, and I need to hear the truth from your lips.” He pulls me back against him and I go freely.
“How do you know it will be the truth?” I question.
“Because I believe you. I don’t think you would lie to me, right?” he asks.
“I wouldn’t,” I agree. “Okay, I haven’t told this story to anyone other than my therapist and Lana.”
I start at the beginning when Blaine and I were inschool together. I want him to get the full picture in its entirety. I tell him everything, not leaving out a single detail. Some parts are uncomfortable, and I can feel him tense under me when I mention marrying Blaine, but he relaxes when I explain the circumstances around it. I continue all the way up to when I blacked out on the floor after they had taken his body away. I tell him who is really responsible and how they want money and that I want to give it to them if it will make them quiet these rumors. He’s silent the whole time, just listening to everything I have to say. A few tears slip past my eyes when I remember certain parts, but he is there to soothe me and to urge me to continue. Once I’m finished, I’m exhausted. I close my eyes and take a deep breath, proud of myself for getting through that story. He shifts on the floor and stands, bending over and picking me up. I don’t protest as he puts me in his bed and covers me up.
“I’m here now, Angel. You aren’t alone anymore.” He whispers. He cuddles in behind me and I fall asleep to his soothing words.
