Well, I know it's been a lot of time since my last update, but here I am again.

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Chapter Twelve

Eric POV

"What do you mean she's gone?" I asked feeling angry, hurt and betrayed. Sookie had left town and I had no idea where she could have gone or even if she was going to come back.

"It's the only news I have." Pam said with a serious tone. I believe, I could count on five fingers, the number of times I've heard her speak so seriously, especially when it comes to me.

"Amelia called me last night to tell me, that Sookie would be out of town for a few days and she doesn't know when she'll be coming back. She also said that Sookie called her last night and said she arrived safe and sound."

"Where did she go? Do you know what place she was talking about?" I was desperate to know where she went. But I had a feeling that Pam would be just as lost as I was. Plus I think something strange was going on with her, but then again she is Pam.

"I didn't ask her. I had a feeling that if I asked, she wouldn't have told me. Amelia and I are pretty close friends, but nowhere near as close as she and Sookie are. She is really loyal to her; it is almost like they are sisters. Anyway, she believes that Sookie needs some time alone to herself and she doesn't want anyone bother her."

I just stood there staring off into nothing, as I process the information.

"Eric, tell me what is going on. I don't understand, what happened? And don't even think of trying to telling me that it's 'none of my business'. I am tired of hearing that same shit over and over again. What did you do?" Why did I suddenly feel like the bad guy? Sookie had left without telling anyone anything, except Amelia. She simply disappeared and that bothered me, deeply.

"I didn't do anything. If she decided to leave it's her business. Besides, it wasn't me who…" I knew as soon as it left my mouth, that I said too much.

"You weren't who…what? Come on…you're my friend, Eric, you can tell me anything. Whether it is something sordid, stupid or perhaps even if it some kind of weird sexual fetish, I am here for you. And for the record, I would be more that glad to hear about the last option." Pam would never change, no matter how strange things were in my life. She always maintained the same level of sarcasm that characterized her.

"It's nothing… It's just something stupid and not important. Besides I'm not in the mood to talk about it."

"I know something has happened between you two and I want to know what it…" She stops mid-sentence as if she suddenly had an epiphany.

"I know you want to tell me, but you think I'll laugh at you." Then she lifted her hand to heart level and made the Girl Scout oath sign with her fingers. "I won't laugh, I promise, Scouts honour." However, I knew what she really, truly, wanted to know was every little detail, about what had happened between Sookie and I.

"Close the door." For the first time tonight, I saw the smile of superiority spread across her face. She gets it every time; she finally gets what she wants.

"Okay, so we're alone now. No one can hear us… I want to know what exactly, has you so fucking nervous to even just tell me about. What's the big secret? Because I'm dying of curiosity now." She sat down on the couch crossing her legs. Then she looked dead at me, ready and waiting to hear every single word.

"Okay, Sookie and I kissed once. But before go off saying you already knew about it, let me start by tell you everything. You know, about the argument we had, which resulted in her trying to slap me?" Pam nods.

"Well I stopped her from hitting me and then I kissed her." And I made a dramatic pause, and deep breathe before continuing with the rest of the fucking story.

"I already know that fucking part! Get to the interesting stuff." She seemed eager to hear about the sex. I knew it was weird, but we were talking about Pam, so it makes sense.

I spend a moment to gather my thoughts and courage, before I am finally able to open my mouth to continue with my "sinister" story.

"Well, after we kissed, it made us both a little uncomfortable. So we talked about it and she felt that we shouldn't mix business and pleasure. I agreed and everything seemed fine between us. But then something happened a few days ago. You remember, when I came to the studio on Saturday?

"Yes." She waved her hand around in the air, to tell me to get on with it.

"When I was walking out to my car to go home, I was approached by Shannon in parking lot. She walked right up to me, like she didn't have a care in the world. She told me, that she would put end the law suit, if everything went back to normal between us. I am guessing you know what I'm inferring." And Pam nodded silently with her head.

"Shannon started to play with my shirt's buttons, in a futile attempt to seduce me. I told her, I wouldn't take her back to my bed, even with her blackmailing me. Then she started shouting threats at me, about how much I would regret rejecting her. Then she turned and ran. That's when I turned around and saw Sookie standing there. She looked so angry and sad…I don't know. When I tried to talk to her…I mean Sookie, she disappeared." I explained in a tone that even I recognized. I couldn't help feeling guilty at the memory.

"Shannon again? That woman is like the plague, she never completely disappears, does she?... So Sookie saw what happened with Shannon, with her own two eyes. She knows nothing happened. Why was she angry? She should be glad that you didn't get involved with Shannon." Pam would normally be right. But this is Sookie we are talking about. The way she reacts to things, is difficult to understand.

"I don't know. I am guessing she felt betrayed. Since it was only a few days earlier, I had accepted her help in testifying against Shannon, if necessary. Maybe that's what pissed her off. I don't really know. I wanted to talk to her and explain what happened. But every time I picked the phone up to call her, something told me not to."

Pam sighed fiercely. She knew I hadn't gotten to the interesting part yet and she was getting impatient.

"I decided it was best to give her some time and space."

"Eric, of course Shannon is a huge pain in the ass. However Sookie has been around here long enough to know, how she really is. I don't know. I really don't think it was that bad."

"Well to her it was. Sookie was so pissed at me that she tried to shut the door in my face, when I stopped by her house."

"Wait a sec… you went to her house?" She asked with a smile. I knew perfectly well, what that smile meant. Pam was sure, I was approaching the part she wanted to hear.

"Well now, it finally starts to get interesting. Was she naked? No, wait! Maybe she just out of the shower and she was only wearing a tiny towel. Ohhh…that would have been great to see. You know, Sookie soaked in water, with droplets dripping down her body and…"

"Sometimes you are really creepy. You know that right?" It was true. She became creepy at times, but I couldn't backtrack right now.

"No, she wasn't naked. But what she was wearing, left little to the imagination. Anyway we were talking or at least I was trying to talk. But she won't hear it and kept demanding that I leave. I told her that nothing happened with Shannon. Then she started shouting at me. She said she didn't care and didn't want to know. But I insisted she heard me out. I told her everything and when she was getting ready to close the door, I kissed her."

"You kiss her…again? What is wrong with you?!" And maybe Pam was right. If I had done things differently, perhaps I wouldn't feel so bad right now.

"You should have started your story here. It would have been…a lot faster."

"Have you finished?" I was being an asshole and I didn't care.

"Because I would like to finish telling you this story and get it over with, if you are ready to listen." She nodded silently again.

"She was kissing me back. I pulled away for a moment to look at her and then she kissed me. One thing led to another and we ended up in her bed."

"I can not believe it! You did it!" Pam was ecstatic and I couldn't understand why. "You finally got in her pants… That's great…" Then her expression turned serious and she looked at me.

"Or maybe not?... Eric…what happened?"

"It was amazing. Matter of fact it was the most intense experience I've had in my whole life. I could barely think or breathe. But…"

"But what? Did you have a little problem?" Although that question should have bothered me, it didn't. I was too depressed thinking about what happened that morning and everything after that, to worry about Pam's comments.

"No, no problem like that. But she rejected me. She. Rejected. Me. Pam." She seemed as confused as I was, at that time I heard it, from Sookie's lips.

"What do you mean? I thought it was "the most intense experience of your life". Eric, you're driving me fucking insane. Did you fucked her or not?"

"Yes, we had sex or fucked like you said. But when we finished…everything went to hell. Sookie said it was a mistake, since we worked together and all that shit…I felt like such a fucking idiot. That's…how I felt."

"Wow…I certainly wasn't expecting that." She said sincerely and I believed her. I hadn't imagined it would happy that way either. I didn't expect Sookie throw herself into my arms, because is not her style. But I never thought she would reject me, the way she did.

"Me neither."

"And what are you going to do? Because you'll have to talk to her… I could ask Amelia, I'm sure if I insist a little, she'll tell me. I could…" I didn't understand her determination.

"Why do you care so much? You're the natural enemy of relationships, just sex, no commitment. What has changed, Pam?" I asked curiously, because it was too sudden for a change, even for her.

"Nothing has changed. I still believe sex is all that matters. But it seems Sookie means more to you than just a fuck. I've never seen you this way, with anyone else. That girl has beaten you…really badly, like or not." I knew she was right. I had never had the need to think about anyone but me. This makes me feel confused and excited all at the same time. "You have to admit that you care about her, otherwise you wouldn't be so pissed."

"Actually I don't care. Sookie's gone and it was my fault, end of story. She'll come back when she feels better and I'll move on."

"Do you really believe it will be so simple? You won't be able to ignore her and what happened between you." She said winking at me. "Keep dreaming, Eric. Sookie is under your skin and she won't go away so easily."

That was the end of the conversation. Could it be really be true? I had a hard time believing Pam could be right about this. Especially, since she has never had a relationship that went beyond sex, but she had opened my eyes. I couldn't sit around anymore and doing nothing, after everything had happened between us. It wasn't just a simple fuck to me. It was more, much more. But obviously, it hadn't meant the same for Sookie.

"I would like to feel sorry for you, but I'm actually enjoying this too much." She said laughing.

"Maybe it's not such a bad idea for you take a vacation. You need it, desperately." I knew Pam was having fun at my expense. But I couldn't blame her. I felt like the most pathetic man on the face of the earth. Of course Pam was not going to stop reminding me.

"I DON'T need your compassion, Pam!" I shouted before she opened the door. "But…but if you find something else…"

"I'll tell you." And she left with a smirk of superiority on her face.

And there I sat, doing absolutely nothing, as I remembered Sookie's words over and over.

Yeah, I'm a fucking disaster.

Pam POV

"Why are things so complicated between them? They've kissed; they've fucked and behave like fucking idiots. I really don't understand them." I sighed as her hand stroked my stomach. "Seriously, it's pathetic. What do you think?" I looked at Amelia, while she couldn't stop laughing at my comment.

"Maybe they need a little push." She added happily, as her hand moved up and down.

"It's possible, but I have a more interesting question." I looked at her in the eyes, as my hand got tangled in her hair. "How did you know? Because I don't think she told you, not her style.

"You're right, Sookie didn't say a word to me. But I sensed it. I knew something was going on with her and thought it could have been over a man. However I wasn't sure at first…" She paused, while gently kissed my stomach. "… Obviously she wouldn't tell me anything. But everything changed, when she came home drunk, from Niall's bar. I can count with three fingers, the number of times I've seen Sookie this drunk and it's always been for a reason. Then I saw the note." She paused, waiting for my reaction.

"What note?"

"When I got home that night, I saw her sleeping on the couch. There was a bottle on the table beside her, with a note attached that said 'Drink Me'. Just like in Alice in Wonderland and I knew I couldn't ignore it." She laughed at the detail. "I made her drink the whole thing. She didn't even remember drinking it when she awoke later, it was fun. A few days later at the studio, I saw some papers with the same handwriting. It was written by Eric. I knew then, that Sookie had been out with Eric."

"Such a clever girl…"

"Guess I am, but it hasn't been useful. Sookie has left town and I have no idea when or if she will be back."

"Okay. But, why Bon Temps?"

"I don't know. It is nothing more than a shithole filled with rednecks. I believe Sookie is way too good for that place. I've told her that many times, but Sookie always feels at home there, at her Gran's house. It's her favourite place in the whole world." She sighed as she said it.

"Well, she better be there now, because sooner or later Eric will find out and disappear looking for her. He'll buy a plane ticket to Shreveport and be on the plane faster that he can say 'Stackhouse'." Amelia laughed.

"We must be careful though, we can't let Eric know that everything has been a set up. Eric and Sookie must think that this happened all on its own. So we will start talking and then suddenly you'll toss in that she's in Bon Temps, staying at her Gran's house." We both laughed with the plan we were scheming on together.

"And you think it will work? Because I assure you that, Sookie is a stubborn as a bull. Sometimes she is so hard headed, that she does not even realize what she's looking at. Eric is crazy about her and she is behaving like a teenage girl. You know, keeping secrets, crying and keeping to herself. The only thing left is hiding love letters in books and that would be totally pathetic." She said sincerely.

"It will work. I know Eric is acting like this is unimportant. But he practically begged me to tell him everything I knew about her. So I know he'll go running to her and jump on a plane, before we could even realize it." I was sure he would run off to her. I know him too well. Anything that had to do with Sookie Stackhouse, would make him quickly forget about the rest of the world. "Eric and Sookie will be fucking like rabbits, surrounded by Sookie's childhood dolls, sooner than we think. Then they'll return to L.A. in a very good mood and everything will be perfect. So I won't have to deal with Eric's emotional crap, watching him moping around and looking all depressed."

"So he has it bad? 'Cause he seems like pretty tough guy to me. You know, like feelings are nothing to him and all that. Sookie used to call him 'Iceman', but she was amazed and mesmerized by his photos. She has hundreds of them stashed everywhere, she is a big fan. However she would never admit to it, in front of Eric."

"Yeah. So they are both obsessed with each other. I think Eric was obsessed with her, the first time he saw her. He is really good at pretending though, since I didn't even realize it. But things have changed now. We must get these two together and we have to do it well. I can't bear the sexual tension between them much longer. Eric is so intense right now, that sometimes I feel he could kill me, with just a look from his eyes." I knew my comments had bothered him a lot. But he will just liken it, to me being me and I wasn't willing to give up so easily. "So we mustn't make any mistakes. Eric will soon discover where Sookie is and she will learn how fucking annoying Eric can be."

Amelia seemed to be happy with the plan, but suddenly her face turned serious. "Is there a problem?" I asked her, although I wasn't sure why.

"No, but it is just…do you think they'll be mad at us? I don't know, we're getting into something is not our business and…" I couldn't let her finish. The idea that they would continue to act like idiots made my blood boil. I was reaching the limits of my patience with the two of them.

"The truth is I don't care. Eric can't get too angry, after all we're doing this for him, for both of them actually. They are so blinded by each other, that they're unable to see things in perspective. In a few days they'll see things clearer and we won't have to worry about anything." I smiled and she did the same. Since deep down, she knew I was right. "And now…I'd rather stop talking about those two and continue with what we were doing…"

Sookie POV

I must admit that living in L.A. is an amazing experience, but there is nothing like coming home. I love the calm of my old farmhouse and being back to see friends. Of course, there was much less rewarding parts, such as seeing Jason and knowing I would end up arguing with him, for some reason I didn't know about yet. My brother always finds a way to make me feel guilty.

Here I was, in the house where I grew up and had spent the best moments of my life. But this house also held some bad memories. My Gran used to say that, not only do you have to remember the good times but the bad as well. You have to remember them all, since they're part of you and always will be, like it or not. And these memories would remain in this house forever.

It had been only a couple of hours since I had arrived and I already had visitor. The truth was, I wasn't expecting people to realize so soon, that the Stackhouse farmhouse was occupied again. However, I must admit I was excited to see my friends. So I went to the living room and opened the front door.

"SOOKIE!" cried my best friend from my childhood, Tara. She was my friend through all of my school years from kindergarten to 12th grade and beyond. We remained friends even when I went away to college and after I returned home after graduation. It was like I had never left. Tara is the best friend anyone could ever have. The only problem is that she's in love with Jason. Much to my regret. Since my brother is not someone, who you can trust your heart with. "Oh my God, I can't believe you're here! I'm so glad to see you…" She hugged me and in truth the feeling was completely mutual.

"Me too. I can't believe you found out so soon, how did you know?" This shouldn't surprise me at all. Someone must have seen me and I wouldn't be surprised at all if it was Maxine Fortenberry, the town's gossip.

"Amelia called me and said you were coming to spend a few days here. I almost fell off the chair when I heard it. I can't believe you're here! It is almost like when we were here all the time, with Gran." I agreed. It seemed like nothing had changed at all, not even Tara.

"The truth is I'm glad to be back, I missed all this, including Jason." Tara looked at me surprised. "Don't look me like that; he's still my brother, after all. Besides, I'll have to talk to him sooner or later. Some things still remained outstanding between us. But I want to know the other gossip around town, what's new?" We sat on the couch to talk and hear all the news, without losing detail.

"Well, the truth is there is no much to tell, Sam continues doing his usual. You know, working nonstop in the bar, as does Terry and Lafayette. And yes, before you ask me, my cousin is still as jerky as ever," I couldn't help but laugh at her words. Lafayette was one of my best friends. Laf and Tara had always been there with me, and we remain good friends to this day. "I swear, he suddenly disappears for weeks and I have no idea where he is but…you know how he is. At least he always returns. Sometimes I just want to beat him up for doing that."

"Lafayette has always wanted to see the world and live his own way, it shouldn't surprise you." Lafayette was gay, but he was much more than that. He loved to brag about it and was very proud of his nature. This is something that rubbed most people in Bon Temps the wrong way. It took time for people accept it. "Why are you so worried about him, all of a sudden?"

"Because my friends are disappearing around me. Since you and Amelia left, I have been feeling a little bit lonely."

"Tara, I'm sorry, but…"

"No need to apologize to me. You've gone to fulfil your dreams, there's nothing wrong with that. I'm very proud of you, plus I've seen a couple of magazines that Amelia was in, she looked really hot."

"Oh my God! Have you seen the pictures?"

"Of course, you thought I was going to lose that chance? I believe we all have seen them, including Amelia's father." I made a gesture of terror. "I heard he almost went insane and wanted to kill someone." I knew it was completely true. Cope Carmichael had opposed from the beginning about his daughter being a model. He thought it was just a whim, she would grow out of and end up bored with. Things changed for him when we moved out of New Orleans. He didn't want his daughter living in Bon Temps and when he heard we were going to L.A., he knew had lost the battle.

"Guess I expected to hear something like that, about him. Amelia has always liked to challenge her father, but Cope tries to control her too much. You know she can't bear that." Amelia wasn't the kind of person that anyone could control, not even her father could control her. That was the reason for all trouble between them. Cope wanted to pretend they were a normal family, but he and Amelia were too different. Because of that they never had a good father and daughter relationship. "So he was pissed?"

"He hasn't been seen for three days. He hasn't gone to work or been seen anywhere. Everybody is worried…"

"You know, I'm surprised it affected him so much. He really should be used to all this. Amelia has always done what she wanted to anyway. It shouldn't be news to him. I don't know…"

"Well this time he was very upset and mad…I didn't ask anything either, because I didn't want any problems. You know how he is, this man could do anything." Although Tara was right about him, Cope wasn't so bad actually.

"Luckily, Amelia is not afraid to face him." And Tara nodded at my words.

"How about telling me about something else, what about you? Any news?" She smiled at the question. I knew she was hiding something from me and I wanted to know what, because she was my best friend. "Come on…I know that look, what's his name?"

"Truth is…it's nothing serious…"

"It must be 'cause you seem to be floating on a cloud."

"Well…Jason and I…a few weeks ago…" Suddenly my hopes were vanished. Why Tara couldn't resist my brother? He's a total jerk and Tara knew it. Jason would never change, but she always came back whenever my brother wanted. I started to believe, she wasn't as smart as I'd always thought.

"Please…tell me you're not still seeing Jason." But the guilt was not only on her face, also in her eyes. "Tara…why are you doing this? You know Jason is an asshole and he doesn't love you. He fucks everyone everywhere and will never change, he can't help it, is a pathological liar."

"Sook, I'm in love with him, has been since we were kids…I like Jason." I wanted to scream out loud and tell her that she was committing the biggest mistake of her life. She shouldn't be following my brother around everywhere like a lapdog. Jason wouldn't even notice, that Tara was in love with him, he's not that smart.

"Okay, do whatever you want, but I believe he will hurt you."

I didn't want to continue talking about my brother. I will have more than enough to deal with, when he realized that I had returned. He always blames me for his problems, as always, but I was used to it.

"Hey…I know you might not want to hear this but…" Tara stopped mid-sentence waiting for my nod and only continued when I did. "…Bill asked me a couple of times for you."

Bill Compton, great, was just what I wanted to hear. My first boyfriend, my first love and my first time. Bill had meant everything to me and I loved him dearly. I was so completely in love with him, that I was blinded by it. Our relationship was nothing but a routine of secrets between us. That is until I found out he had never stopped seeing his ex-girlfriend, Lorena. That was really hard to hear and see.

"Bill?" I couldn't believe it. I hadn't heard from him since…well, actually I didn't care, but it had been a long time. "Why is he asked you about me? I haven't seen him for months and I believed he had left Bon Temps." I sincerely hoped so way.

"He left, but returned recently. Matter of fact, just a couple of days after you left. He was at Merlotte's today." Merlotte's is Sam's bar, where I had worked as a waitress before going to college. That's where I met Bill. "It seems he had a lot to drink. I was talking to Lafayette, when Bill came up asking about you. I told him you left and he asked for your number. I didn't give it to him. I figured you wouldn't want to talk to him." Tara was right about that.

"Thanks. I wouldn't have enjoyed a conversation with him."

We were talking for nearly two hours, listening to Tara talking non-stop about all kinds of gossip in Bon Temps. Although I was enjoying every word, I felt a need to be alone. It had been a long journey and I had too many things on mind.

"Well, it's too late; I should go and let you rest. But I'll see you soon, right?"

"Of course. Good night."

"Good night. Glad you're here, Sook."

"Me too."

After Tara's visit I couldn't help but think about what she had told me, especially the conversation she had with Bill. Who the fuck did he think he was? He had no right to ask my best friend about my life! Our relationship was over long ago and it was all Bill's fault.

Shit, I was starting to felt guilty again. I knew it wasn't my fault, but I couldn't help it. I always had to think about things too much and this was becoming a big problem for me. But above all, I could only think of Eric. After what had happened between us, I owed him an explanation and instead of talking to him, I left the city. Great, my Gran would be proud, I thought sarcastically to myself. Then, I remembered my photo collection that contained photographs by Eric. I couldn't help feeling much better just thinking about them.

They were fantastic. They were true masterpieces of nature, which only a genius could have made. Eric Northman was, after all, an exceptional photographer. Even despite his reputation. For the first time since knowing him, his reputation didn't bother me at all.

I had to talk to him. I needed to hear his voice and say to him it wasn't a mistake. I dialled his number again and again, but I was never able to actually call him. I didn't want to hear his voice telling me there was nothing between us. That what happened on that Sunday morning, never should have happened. So instead, I read his letter over and over and cried without stopping, until I fell asleep on the couch.

I woke up the next morning with a numb body, wrapped in my Gran's afghan and still holding Eric's letter with one hand. His photographs were scattered all over the coffee table. I didn't even remember falling asleep. But when I saw the letter in my hand, I began to remember everything of the night before. Tara had been with me last night, telling me the news in Bon Temps since I left and her conversation with Bill Compton. I was still pissed about Bill and I didn't want to move, but unfortunately my bladder thought otherwise.

After a shower and brushing my teeth and changed my clothes, I felt better, at least physically. I was not sure, what I wanted to do today, but I needed to keep busy. I thought about going to Merlotte's, but it was too early to make a visit to Sam. I didn't want to go to his house to annoy him. It was pretty early and half the people in Bon Temps would still be sleeping. That all changed when someone knocked on the back door.

"Hey sis, it's good to see you."

Jason. I honestly wanted to believe he hadn't heard that I was in Bon Temps yet, but I knew it was only a matter of time. I had no idea where Jason would have over heard it or if someone had told him. Maybe Tara saw him last night after leaving my house and told him, but it didn't matter. Jason stood in my kitchen's doorway and I couldn't avoid it any longer.

"Jason, come in." I didn't know what else to say to him, since my relationship with my brother wasn't on very good grounds. He never agreed with me leaving the home and moving to L.A. to live. "It's good to see you, you look great."

"You too."

It was the most uncomfortable conversation I'd had in a long time. I had expected to have these kinds of conversations with people in town, but not with Jason. However if Jason wanted to avoid the problems between us, there was nothing I could do about it.

"Sorry for not telling you I was coming back. It was a sudden decision on my part and I didn't call to tell anyone. Only Tara knew and that was only because Amelia had called to tell her."

"I know, she told me. Well, how's everything in the big city? Have you fucked someone?" Okay, so we are done with the pleasantries. If Jason thought I would tolerate him talking to me this way and still be nice to him, he was wrong.

"That's none of your business. I can't say I am actually surprised by you asking me that. I didn't expect things had changed between us, you are still immature." Then he glared at me.

"At least I haven't left! I am here with my life, my friends, but you left us all behind."

"I don't care what you think, I had a chance and I took it. If you had ever tried to do something with your life, you could be out of Bon Temps too. You know, there is life beyond this town. I chose my path because I could. I won't let you make me feel guilty about it." No, I wanted to feel good about myself and I would not allow Jason to ruin it. I liked the life I had in L.A., although I wasn't the writer who wanted to be, but I had a job. I was living with my best friend and I hoped Eric and I…well, actually I was not sure what to expect in regards to him.

"I'm glad your life in L.A. is so perfect, but you forgot about all of us. Especially Bill and Alcide."

"Jason, I do not want to talk about them! It is none of your business what happens in my relationships. I'm tired of you judging me for everything I do, since I've never once asked you for your opinion. Forget that I was dating your friends; I was dating them, not you. I knew what was happening in the relationship and that does not involve you. So please take care of your own love live, if you have one and stay out of mine." I couldn't help it, I had so many mixed feelings…when he said their names defending them, I felt betrayed. The old rule said that brothers should hate the ex-boyfriends had hurt their sisters. But in Jason's case I was always the culprit.

"You broke their hearts. They loved you and you…"

"You have no idea what you're talking about! Before you blame me for everything, you should ask them why it was over between us. I don't care what you believe, Jason! I had my reasons and they were really good reasons too." Then Jason hit the table with his fist, getting blood on his knuckles.

"God! What the hell are you doing? Now you have a wound; hold on, I'll help you."

"Do not touch me! You shouldn't have come home, if your life is so perfect in L.A. You should just stay there forever." He left at full speed without giving me time to answer.

Yes, that was Jason's style, talk and run. But I didn't care anymore. I was not going to allow Jason to cause more problems to me.

Although I knew it was too early to go anywhere, I couldn't take it anymore, I grabbed my purse and left the house.

Hope you liked the new chapter, and you already know what to do to make me happy.

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