start it. As she reverses, I am launched backwards. I land with a thump and get to my feet quickly, but it’s too late. She’s off down the driveway, rocks flicking in her wake. I stare at her car retreating and the pain in my chest is indescribable. What the fuck is wrong with me? How could I hurt the one thing that made my life worth living? I could have quite possibly just lost her, forever. And all before I could tell her the one thing I know she’s been so desperate to hear…
That I love her.
And I always will.
~*~*~*~*
WILLOW
Three hours later, I am swaying, giggling, dancing with random girls and singing loudly. I told the bartender I nearly died, and I’m very sure he thought I had lost my marbles. Sometimes being drunk really does feel good. When I manage to get to the bar to pick up my sixth drink, I see the bartender turn his eyes to the door. I swivel in my chair, nearly losing my balance, to see Jagger and the guys, all standing at the door. The entire bar go quiet, do they know the guys? Standing there, in a perfect line, with serious expressions, the guys look god damned terrifying. I’ve never really looked at them like that before, but god damn, they really are a sight. A terrifying sight.
“It’s Jagger,” the bartender murmurs.
“You know my husband?” I slur.
“He’s your husband?” he says, taking a few steps back. “Why didn’t you fuckin’ tell me?”
I realize the look on his face, is pure terror. He’s scared of Jagger. Snorting a laugh, I turn and see the guys walking towards me. For the first time, I see a side to Jagger I haven’t seen in a while. It’s that determined, scary, tough side that I fell in love with. Right now, if I didn’t know better, I would say that’s exactly who I was looking at. When he stops in front of me, his expression is wild.
“My car, now.”
I snort, rolling my eyes. “No.”
“Willow, car, now.”
“I, said, no.”
He grinds his jaw, and then leans down closer. “Willow, babe, get the fuck in my car before I throw you over my shoulder and drag you out of here kicking and screaming. You nearly fuckin’ died a couple of hours ago, then you ran out on me, and I find you here, fuckin’ drunk and alone. Get the fuck in my car, fuckin’ right now.”
I lean closer. “I said, no. Go play with your new girlfriend.”
The bartender gasps. Jagger growls, leans down, throws me over his shoulder and turns towards the door.
“I’ll take her home, you boys drink up, on me.”
He throws his wallet at the guys and they all grin at him, and me. I pummel my fists into his back as he carries me out the door. When we get to his truck, he opens the passenger side and throws me in. When he goes around to the driver’s side, he gets in and starts the car.
“I was having fun, leave me be.”
He shoots me a fierce glare, and I shut my mouth right away.
“I nearly lost my god damned wife tonight, I saw her face goin’ fuckin’ blue as the air was strangled from her body. Then, she ran off tellin’ me it’s fuckin’ over, all while actin’ like a fuckin’ mental patient. So, you’re not goin’ to have fun, you’re goin’ to fuckin’ talk to me.”
“I’m drunk.”
“Shut that pretty mouth, Willow. Now.”
“Bossy,” I grumble.
His lip actually twitches. Did Jagger just about smile at me? If me being smart is what it takes, by all means, I’ll continue.
“I want to go back and dance.”
“No,” he says, simply, as he pulls out.
“Don’t wanna go home and listen to you pour your heart out to another woman. I wanna go drink!”
His hand snaps out, covering my mouth. He uses his other hand to keep driving. I squirm, but he’s so damned strong. When he’s about to pull over, he removes his hand and I spin to him.
“Excuse me, but I was not done…”
He pulls the car over, and I see we’re at an old park at a place, I assume, used to be some sort of tourist attraction. Jagger turns to me, not bothering to
That I love her.
And I always will.
~*~*~*~*
WILLOW
Three hours later, I am swaying, giggling, dancing with random girls and singing loudly. I told the bartender I nearly died, and I’m very sure he thought I had lost my marbles. Sometimes being drunk really does feel good. When I manage to get to the bar to pick up my sixth drink, I see the bartender turn his eyes to the door. I swivel in my chair, nearly losing my balance, to see Jagger and the guys, all standing at the door. The entire bar go quiet, do they know the guys? Standing there, in a perfect line, with serious expressions, the guys look god damned terrifying. I’ve never really looked at them like that before, but god damn, they really are a sight. A terrifying sight.
“It’s Jagger,” the bartender murmurs.
“You know my husband?” I slur.
“He’s your husband?” he says, taking a few steps back. “Why didn’t you fuckin’ tell me?”
I realize the look on his face, is pure terror. He’s scared of Jagger. Snorting a laugh, I turn and see the guys walking towards me. For the first time, I see a side to Jagger I haven’t seen in a while. It’s that determined, scary, tough side that I fell in love with. Right now, if I didn’t know better, I would say that’s exactly who I was looking at. When he stops in front of me, his expression is wild.
“My car, now.”
I snort, rolling my eyes. “No.”
“Willow, car, now.”
“I, said, no.”
He grinds his jaw, and then leans down closer. “Willow, babe, get the fuck in my car before I throw you over my shoulder and drag you out of here kicking and screaming. You nearly fuckin’ died a couple of hours ago, then you ran out on me, and I find you here, fuckin’ drunk and alone. Get the fuck in my car, fuckin’ right now.”
I lean closer. “I said, no. Go play with your new girlfriend.”
The bartender gasps. Jagger growls, leans down, throws me over his shoulder and turns towards the door.
“I’ll take her home, you boys drink up, on me.”
He throws his wallet at the guys and they all grin at him, and me. I pummel my fists into his back as he carries me out the door. When we get to his truck, he opens the passenger side and throws me in. When he goes around to the driver’s side, he gets in and starts the car.
“I was having fun, leave me be.”
He shoots me a fierce glare, and I shut my mouth right away.
“I nearly lost my god damned wife tonight, I saw her face goin’ fuckin’ blue as the air was strangled from her body. Then, she ran off tellin’ me it’s fuckin’ over, all while actin’ like a fuckin’ mental patient. So, you’re not goin’ to have fun, you’re goin’ to fuckin’ talk to me.”
“I’m drunk.”
“Shut that pretty mouth, Willow. Now.”
“Bossy,” I grumble.
His lip actually twitches. Did Jagger just about smile at me? If me being smart is what it takes, by all means, I’ll continue.
“I want to go back and dance.”
“No,” he says, simply, as he pulls out.
“Don’t wanna go home and listen to you pour your heart out to another woman. I wanna go drink!”
His hand snaps out, covering my mouth. He uses his other hand to keep driving. I squirm, but he’s so damned strong. When he’s about to pull over, he removes his hand and I spin to him.
“Excuse me, but I was not done…”
He pulls the car over, and I see we’re at an old park at a place, I assume, used to be some sort of tourist attraction. Jagger turns to me, not bothering to
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