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Chapter 11

I had tears in my eyes as I knocked on Jack's door, I felt horrible after leaving Alex but I couldn't be there right now. I got a text from Charlie while I was walking to Jack's and he asked where I was going but I didn't reply. This was not his business.

Jack opened the door slowly and was extremely surprised to see me there.

"Fletcher, what are you doing here?" he said, sounding tired.

"Alex and I had a fight." I said through my tears.

"Come here." He said, cradling me in his arms rather forcefully.

I always knew I could go running to Jack for anything and I always knew that Alex hated it. Jack caused a rift in our relationship that was too deep to ever mend properly, which is why Alex and I had so many problems in the past. I knew at the end of the day though, it was always Alex, always.

I let my tears soak into Jack's shirt for a long time before we said anything else. He took my hand and lead me to the lounge. I sat in my spot on the couch and Jack bought me a cup of steaming tea.

"Have you got anything stronger?" I said.

"Sure." Jack said, knowing exactly what I needed.

He came back to the couch with a bottle of wine and didn't even bother to give me a glass.

He poured himself a drink as we began to catch up on events over the past few weeks.

Every time I spoke about Alex, Jack would try to change the subject.

By the time I finished the bottle, Jack finally decided to ask why I was there.

"What happened?" He said.

I took a long time to answer. "He wants to have another baby." I said, with a surprising tone of disgust in my voice.

Jack stared at me and didn't answer.

"That still doesn't outline to me why you're here, Fletcher." He said sarcastically.

"I can't, Jackaroo." I said.

"Why?" He replied.

"I don't know. I just can't let go of Xander." I said.

"How long is it going to take though? 6 months? A year? 2 years?" Jack said accusingly.

"I don't know." I said.

I was hurt at the fact that Jack was being so impolite. My head starting feeling woozy but I went to the kitchen anyway to look for another bottle of red.

I drunkenly opened the cabinet and grabbed the closest bottle to the edge. I opened it and took a swig, and as I was about to take another, Jack grabbed my wrist tightly and said sternly, "I think you've had enough for now, Carrie."

I huffed at him and walked off towards his bedroom. He stood in the doorway, examining me as I lay down on his bed.

"You should, Carrie." He said.

"Should what?" I said impatiently.

"Have another child. It would help." He said slowly.

"Well, you've never gone through the pain of losing a child, have you Jack?!" I yelled. I didn't care if I was being irrational or rude, he needed to know he was over stepping the boundary.

"No. No I haven't." Jack said quietly, getting the message.

"I didn't come here for advice Jack," I said "I came here for consolation."

"Well then." He said.

And in that split second of a moment, Jack stepped towards me and kissed me. Smack bang right on the mouth. He wrapped his arms around me like a vice so I had no choice but to endure the kiss, which wasn't all that bad, but I felt guilty as hell when my mind turned to Alex, at home. Waiting up for me, pacing around the living room, wishing for me to walk through the door.

Jack let go and I pushed him away with all my might, he banged into the dresser and took a moment to get back his balance.

"What the fuck?" I said as he straightened up.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that Carrie." Jack said.

"You're drunk." I replied. "It was a mistake coming here." I added.

I collected up my things and was just about to walk out the front door when Jack grabbed me and slammed me up against the door. My head hit one of the hangers and I felt a searing pain in the back of my skull.

His large arms were placed at either side of my head and his face was only a few centimetres from mine. I started to feel dizzy and in my daze I thought he was going to kiss me again. Instead he sighed and uttered two quiet words at me, "Leave, please." he said, bowing his head in shame.

I fumbled for the door handle and started stumbling down he steps when I heard Jack call my name.

He tried leaning on the door frame but missed and nearly fell into the pot plant next to the door. I stared back at him and heard him say, "Wait, Carrie, I'm sorry, I fucking love you."

This confused me even more but my head was spinning too much for me to think about it. It had gotten dark out so I walked to the end of the street, about halfway down I tripped over something and face planted onto the pavement. As I clutched my face I could tell that it would bruise and in that moment I decided it would be safer to call a cab.

I was so relieved to see the house lights were on and I nearly fell out of the cab trying to get inside. I was right about Alex waiting up for me and as I stumbled through the door, he caught me and said

"Shit Carrie, I was worried sick, where the fuck have you been?"

"I..I went to Jack's" I said drunkenly.

"A-are you..drunk?" He said.

"Uuuuuuuuum... yes!" I said triumphantly

He sighed and looked disappointed. He stepped towards me to try to hug me but I flinched and turned away, this was when he noticed the blood on the back of my jacket.

"Carrie." He said calmly but angrily, "Did he hurt you?"

Tears started streaming down my face as I gestured to the back of my head.

He was about to examine it but I moved too quickly towards the sink to throw up all the booze I had consumed. Alex freaked out and immediately called Bryarly, who knew exactly how to patch me up.

I told them all about what happened, even about the kiss, and as Bryarly was tending to my wounds (with no co-operation from me) and giving me some pain medication I saw Charlie trying to calm Alex down in the hallway.

Their conversation was muffled but there was one thing Alex said that was clear as a bell,

"I'm going to fucking kill him."