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Aaron's thoughts as he lies in the dark and stares up at the ceiling of his prison cell.
(He was still trying to take the news in. The wing governor had brought the news and it knocked him for six.
That poor guy. What he had to put up with since they'd been together. He was a jinx to him.
Jackson Walsh. His lover, his best friend his everything. There was no way that man was ever going to have to put up with all this shit anymore.
Jackson Walsh was history.
Fact: He had gone out that night with one thing on his mind. MURDER..
He really was.
He thought he had turned a corner as far as his temper was concerned. He hadn't been this bad for years.
There was times before his car crash that he had lashed out badly and upset a lot of people.
He was glad that he couldn't remember beating up Paddy. He was generally shocked when he was finally told that when he wanted to be remembered how folk reacted about coming out as gay , because he had no memory of it...and Paddy took him aside and told him.
But while Jackson was hooked up to all sorts of machines. Machines keeping his battered body alive just like they did himself when he had his own car crash, he started to plan a murder, plot revenge.
Scumbags like that needing taken out.
Just like Frank Harrington.
No one missed him. Nobody even cared about him. So why would anyone miss Stephen Carole.
He had followed him over several nights. While Jerry Walsh was in a mess and Eileen was keeping him from lashing out at him, he was stalking Carole. He wanted to know his every move...his habits, what he did, where he went, so he could plan the best way possible to take him out.
And it was that night that fueled it. When he thought back about it.
That night when he went flying to the curb and hurting his arm and the kebab strewn all over the road.
The rush of the car going by and Jackson rolling over the top of it.
The builder flying through the air like a rag doll and he was screaming out his name. And he could hear a crack as the body hit the tarmac.
And then he was lying in the road and he was not moving.
And the tip of the iceberg. Knowing it was Stephen Carole because he saw his car go screeching around the corner. The car he had keyed a day earlier.
He had got up and went over to Jackson clinging to his painful arm. Jackson wasn't moving. Folk was starting to shout and cry out for an ambulance.
Some girl in a pink dress came over and told him she'd called for one.
He ignored her, or couldn't hear her. His eyes focused on one thing.
Jackson's face was pale. His eyes were closed. His shirt was open. At first he stood over Jackson staring down at his lifeless form. He was close to going into a panic attack now. He finally crouched down to him sobbing.
"Jack-son...Can you...hear me..."
The stutters were coming back.
He could barely get the words out, but of course they were wasted because Jackson didn't respond.
He knew enough not to move him, he could have done all sorts of damage. So he just knelt at his head end and rested Jackson's' head in his lap.
If Jackson was going to die, then he wasn't going to die alone.
And he stroked the builders soft curls and everything around him seemed blurred like it was unreal. Because it all happened so quick.
One of Jackson's trainers was off his foot and in the road a little way up the street. Aaron was aware somewhere was bleeding because there was blood on his hands. Jackson's head? His hair was all matted.
It took ages for the paramedics to come. And it was the motorcycle Paramedic that was on the scene first.
He was taken to one side and there, where Jackson was sprawled out on the road, The paramedic did a full head to toe examination of the body. He could see Jackson's blood all down his T-Shirt and where his head had been on his lap. And there was blood on his hands as well and he tried to rub it off against his thighs.
He was going into a panic attack. He could feel it coming.
The ambulance came soon after.
He went into shock watching this. He was shivering. He felt cold even though it was August.
Coppers were all over the place now taping everything off.
He cupped his nose and mouth and turned to look away. Why was this happening. Why would life not leave them alone. He could still smell Jackson's blood on his hands.
He took fleeting looks back. The paramedics were working on Jackson. He couldn't see him because there was four of the fuckers working on him. And when he DID see him, he was still on the road sprawled out.
His vision was blurred because of the tears. They were falling now. Jackson was going to die, he had to face that fact.
Better dead then end up losing half your brain like me.
The coppers asked him questions about the car. Why didn't he just tell them there and then? He wanted revenge that's why. Instant revenge. Especially if Jackson died. What had he to lose?
There was a stretcher or a spinal board on hand. Aaron saw that Jackson's head was in a brace when he was put on aboard the ambulance.
Jackson Walsh. He always was the better one. He'd had his ups and downs. He would drink and get depressed when he was feeling low. But he would always fight to get himself better, even though sometimes it never seemed that way.
And he was doing it again. Against all the odds, Jackson had woken up from his coma and was labelled as critical but stable.
That's what the wing governor had told him. Good news.
But while he had been sleeping it off in the hospitals intensive care unit in Leeds, he had nearly killed a man. And he had gone to court and he had been thrown in prison for ABH.
He was a jinx to Jackson. Jackson would be better off without him. The curse of Aaron would finally be over for him.
This was a wake up call. Jackson NEARLY died. And it was his fault because he could never hold back at holding a grudge.
Six Months in prison would be enough time to slip by for Jackson to move on without him. And Jackson wouldn't be leaving hospital in a hurry.
It was the end of the line as far as he was concerned.
To keep Jackson safe... he needed to stay away.
And that was it...decison made...end of.)
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The next chapter will focus on Jackson's time in this story over an eight month period.
