Nothing To Fear Chapter 11

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Jonathan's eyes widened. He cocked his head to the side, trying to grasp onto the question that was so suddenly thrust upon him.

"I…Um…What?"He stuttered, frowning slightly.

"Do. You. Love. Me?" Jervis repeated, stressing each of the words heavily. Jonathan felt himself become dizzy; he leaned against the counter for support. All his life he had been denied such a privilege, so the very notion of love made his head ache terribly.

"…What do you mean?" He asked, desperately trying to buy himself time to think.

"What the hell do you think I mean, Jonathan?!" Jervis cried, griping the edge of the table so tightly his knuckles were white. Jonathan shrunk back; he had never really seen Jervis lash out before so it came to him as a bit of a surprise.

"I…Erm…B-but…"

"Stop stuttering." Jervis muttered, "It's really not very flattering for you." Jonathan's face flushed out of anger; does he think I don't know this already?! He thought angrily.

His stutter only came when he was incredibly nervous about something and he could really almost count how many times he had been smacked as a child because of it.

"W-w-w…" He paused, slowly breathing in and out a few times before continuing.

"Why would you ask something like that?" Jervis let out a quiet laugh, icy in tone and completely void of humor.

"Why? Why, Jonathan?" He said, digging his nails so deep into his palms that it drew blood, "After all that's happened between us and you ask why?"

"And what's happened between us exactly, Hm?" He lashed back, anger slowly bubbling up inside him.

"The kisses…" he murmured, almost silently. "And what about last night?" Jonathan's face flushed anew.

"Let's not talk about that…" He mumbled, his face unreadable.

"No, Jonathan, let's talk about it!" Jervis said, "What exactly happened?"

Jonathan ground his teeth together.

"Nothing happened. We were both stimulated from the thrill of our successful escape, our hormones got the better of us and so…" He trailed off, blushing slightly. Jervis scoffed.

"Please Jonathan, you know as well as I that that's a lie. There was something more that night…"

"There was nothing more that night!" Jonathan bellowed, "It was a mistake!"

Silence.

Jonathan covered his mouth, regretting the words as soon as they left. He watched dismally as Jervis' face fell even more, harboring the true look of heartbreak.

"I-I…I'm so sorry…" Jonathan whispered, "I didn't mean it, really…"

"Oh please, Jonathan…" Jervis whispered darkly, "Don't mock me with your fake pity, I didn't need it from her and I sure as hell don't need it from you."

Jonathan remained silent. Really, what was there to say? I'm sorry I said you were nothing more than a one night stand? No, never. And so he waited, watching Jervis stare down at the floor, silently contemplating.

"I'm leaving." He whispered, still staring at the floor. "I'll find somewhere else to stay." Jonathan stepped forward.

"Jervis…please…don't…"He said, placing a hand on his shoulder. Jervis shrugged it off violently.

"Don't touch me." He hissed, his words dripping with venom. Jonathan stepped back, biting his lip.

"Goodbye, Jonathan." Jervis muttered, walking past him towards the front door, "Perhaps I'll see you again someday."

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Numb. That's exactly how Jonathan felt at that moment. Completely and totally numb. He barely heard the door slam; it was like hearing someone talk to you while you're still half asleep. Audible, but far away at the same time.

He had always heard the phrase you never quite know what you've had until it's gone but had never experienced it himself, having never really had anything for his own ever. But he understood it now, and he understood it damn well.

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Jervis walked down the isolated sidewalk quietly, avoiding the curious glances of the few other onlookers. He sighed, staring up at the sky. The clouds were dark and heavy with precipitation, promising heavy rains.

Great. He thought, now all I need is a classical music soundtrack and I'm good to go.

He smiled faintly, and then grinned, then suddenly… laughter…

Tiny giggles bubbled up and poured out of his mouth slowly.

Then he laughed, deep, resonating laughter that made him stop in his tracks, leaning against the brick wall behind him for support. The laughter seemed to shake his whole body violently. He sunk to the ground, wrapping both of his arms around his chest, trying to breathe. When he was unsuccessful in the whole 'breathing' thing, he panicked slightly, the edges of his vision being slowly infected with a black nothingness. But the laughter kept coming, he couldn't stop. Didn't someone once say that laughter was the very best medicine? Jervis realized that someone did. So he succumbed, letting all the laughter out.

He smiled to himself as his vision blurred and faded away slowly. If laugher is the very best medicine, I'd say I'm cured.

That only brought more laughter, but he didn't mind. After all, he was so close to unconsciousness that he couldn't feel any more pain. He couldn't stop, he wouldn't stop.

Besides, the laughter drowned out the sound of his heart breaking…