I looked in my rearview mirror as I drove further and further away from Jax. I stopped at the stoplight, and stared at Opie's truck that was still parked where we left it.
You have to let go, Cam. You have to.
A tear fell down my face and I quickly wiped it away.
The light turned green and I drove.
I drove until my eyes could barely stay open any longer.
I reached Alpine, Utah. My face was really starting to hurt, and I pulled into the first parking lot of a hospital I saw.
I got out and walked into the er, and made my way to the receptionist.
"Hi, what seems to be the problem?'
"I believe my zygomatic bone is broken."
"I'm sorry?"
"My cheek bone."
" Oh, Okay. Just have a seat and fill these out."
You would think working in a hospital, she would know what a zygomatic bone is. But, she is a receptionist. Not a doctor.
She handed me a clipboard with a form to fill out.
I sat down and started filling it out.
I must have fallen asleep while waiting, because I felt someone touch my shoulder.
I opened my eyes and they found the receptionist standing before me.
"The doctor will see you now."
I stood up and walked past the swinging door.
I was brought to a room where a doctor was waiting.
"Oh my, what happened ?", the middle-aged female asked me, in awe at my face.
"I fell."
I went over to the hospital bed and sat down.
"If I had a dime for every time I heard that," she slipped on some gloves and touched my face, making we wince.
"Yeah, your cheekbone is definitely broken... Did your boyfriend do this to you?"
"Why would you say that?"
"I've been here for years. I know a battered woman when I see one."
"Yeah.. an ex fiancé."
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be. Will you be able to fix it?"
"Of course. But, I want to do an ex ray. Depending on the severity of the fracture, there is a possibility we might have to perform surgery."
"Story of my life."
The doctor took me to get the ex ray done right after we gad our short conversation. Well, what do you know, the fracture is bad enough for me to need surgery.
Of course Even when T.O is out of my life, he still screws me.
""Would you like to stay overnight? Our surgeons' schedule is booked up for the night. One won't be available till tomorrow afternoon."
Why not? I don't have anywhere to stay for the moment.
"Sure Thank you."
""You're very welcome."
She set me up on the third floor. But, before I was sleeping anywhere, I wanted to grab my bag from my car.
When I was back up in the room, rummaged through the bag, looking to change out of my clothes.
I found an item I don't remember packing whatsoever.
It was a folded up piece of paper with my name beautifully scripted on the front.
I smiled.
I know that handwriting.
Jax.
I sat back on the bed, and unfolded the note.
Cam,
I'm sorry if my handwriting is fucking impossible to read right now. Then again, I'm writing this while I'm waiting for you in the car. I know you believe cutting yourself off from me and your family is the right thing to do. Maybe it is. I don't think it is, but I will back your play if that is what you want. Along with this note I packed my dark blue flannel that I love on you. I figured you could use something to remember me by.
I looked in my bag and pulled out his flannel. I held it against me, the scent of his cologne faint on the piece of clothing.
I didn't need you to leave me anything, material wise. Because you managed to affect my life in more ways than I thought possible these past six months. I set up my mail to be sent to Op's address. It's at the bottom of the note. I figured if you wanted to write me back about how you're doing, what it's like in your new town, anything you can. Just know, you don't have to.
Take care of yourself,
Jax
Op's address
456 Melview place, zip code
30784
I folded the note back in the way I found it.
It truly is incredible how one man could have such control of your emotions.
I want to write him back, but I really don't know how resourceful T.O can become.
Truthfully, a small part of me wanted to toss the note, get rid of this flannel shirt I was about to wear.
But, I can't do it.
I don't have it in me.
This was what I have left of what used to be.
Jax knocked on Cam's mother's door. He knows that its close to midnight. He actually fucking sat in that spot Cam left him for the past five hours.
He wanted to go after her, and tell her it will work itself out and they can give what they possibly have a shot.
But, no.
He fucking sat in his best friend's pickup like a moron instead.
The door opened, and Cam's mother was in a confused, dazed state. Probably because he decided to drop by close to midnight.
"Can I help you?"
"Hi, you probably don't know me, but I'm Jax Teller. I'm friends with your daughter."
"What? Cam? How do you know Cam?"
"She's helped me out. Ya know, since she's a paramedic."
"Oh, okay. Why are you knocking at my door this time of night?"
"Your daughter wanted me to give you this."
Jax reached into his leather cut and handed the letter Cam gave him to her mother.
"What is this?"
"An explanation about her decision."
T.O called Tyrone's phone over a dozen times.
No answer.
He attempted to call Cam.
What a shock. No damn answer.
"Hey man, is everything okay?", a fellow prospect touched his shoulder.
"No, it's not."
He dialed the Charming police department.
"Charming police department, what is your emergency?"
"Hi, I believe something is wrong at my home. My fiancé and friend are at my house, and no one is answering their phones. Can you send a cop to my address to make sure everything is okay?"
"Of course, what is the address?"
"531 Anderson Lane."
"Okay, right away."
"Thank you."
Opie finished cleaning up the rest of the blood at the house. Jax already disposed of the body. Now he needed to be thorough, and make sure no evidence was left behind. Jax offered to do it, but Op said he would. His best friend has been through enough lately. As he was doing so, a car pulled into the driveway.
The sound of a car door closing startled Opie and he went into the living room, looking outside. Two cops walked to the front door.
"Holy shit."
