“After we both got off she freaked out man, I don’t think she even knew she was coming on to me, it was like she was someone else. She is fucking nuts!”
And with that statement what little sense I had left abandoned me, my eyes saw nothing but darkness. Before I knew it, James and Jonathan, the Omega’s Co-President and treasurer were pulling me off a nearly unconscious Axel begging me not to kill him. I looked down at my throbbing knuckles, finding them split open and covered in my and Axel’s blood. It was then that I decided to head upstairs. I would worry about the consequences of my actions later. I took two steps before turning to James.
“Get his sorry ass out of here. Don’t let him back in or he won’t live long enough to see his next sunrise.”
Legacy or not, he took what was mine.
I tried to sleep after taking a hot shower to wash the blood off of my hands and burn away the knowledge that Jemma had spent the night in the arms of another man in what sounded like a total breakdown. I could not bear the thought of another man’s hands on the body of the girl who had me so tied up in knots that I did not even recognize who I was anymore.
But every ounce of it was my fault, had I been up front with her about my trip she would not have felt so betrayed. I was supposed to protect her just like Nick had protected me but I didn’t know how, I fucked up everything I had ever touched.
I sat up in bed and put my hands through my hair. Something I had a tendency to do when I was out of sorts with the world.
“Nick, dude, please help me. I pretty damn sure that I am fucking in love with your sister and it is killing me right now.” I pleaded into the air praying to my dead friend for some kind answer to a question I never even asked.
So many times in my life I had seen Nicks face. For once I was actually hoping I would see him and he would guide me in the right direction. I didn’t want to lose Jemma again. I was not sure exactly what we had, I didn’t know how she felt or, considering what had happened with Axel, if what we had was even real but I had to do something. She was Nick’s sister. Nick, who had done everything to insure that I would live to see another day. I still had no plans to let his sacrifice be in vain and though I might die trying I was going to fix this, I was going to fix her and God willing if there ever was an us, I was going to fix that as well.
I got up early, eager to get over to the apartment to try and talk to her and let her know how sorry I was. It was almost nine in the morning when I knocked on the door, a little early by most people’s standards but I had no more wait left in me. Brea flung the door open telling me that Jemma wasn’t home but I paid no mind to her and walked inside hoping to find that she had been lying.
“Where is she? Did she leave for class already?” I turned to Brea who was shutting the door behind me.
“I told you, she is not here Ford. She went to the admissions office to discuss postponing until next semester, and then she has a doctor’s appointment,”she stated calmly. I wondered why she was not angry with me.
“Is she sick? What’s wrong with her? Is there anything I can do to help?”
I felt myself start pacing back and forth before Brea ever asked me sit down.
“The first thing you should do is sit the fuck down because your pacing is driving me bat shit.”
She held her hand out to an overstuffed flowery arm chair sitting beside a small couch and I took a seat in the chair resting my elbows on my knees. Brea sat down across from me on the couch.
“Second, you need to calm the fuck down. Third, she is not sick, not in the sense you are asking anyway. She has an appointment with her Psychiatrist.”
Psychiatrist? Were things still so hard on her that she needed that kind of help? Suddenly I felt the need to set the record straight.
“Brea, she isn’t my fiancée. Heather and I broke up months ago after I found her in bed with another guy; she just cannot seem to understand that I am no way in hell interested in her anymore.”
She rested her hand briefly on my fisted hand.
“I know! I was up waiting for Brandon when I saw her sneaking into the building about three o'clock this morning. It seems her sister lives on the second floor. You could have told us that, you know.”
I could have told them much more. I should have.
“After exchanging a few unpleasant words she told me what happened. And just so you know, I told Jem everything before she and Brandon took off.”
I stilled at the mention of Brandon’s name clenching my fists so hard that my fingernails began to dig into my palms. From what I remembered he was supposed to be two thousand miles away at come fancy college in New York. Suddenly jealousy took hold and would not let go.