The One that Got Away.

Fight or Flight

This Chapter contains mature contents so please be advised.

One Month Later

Bang. Bang. Bang.

I shot straight up in the bed. What the hell?

Bang. Bang. Bang.

Nash jumped up angrily kicking the sheets down to the foot of the bed. "What the fuck? Really, don't people round here have respect?"

I got up making my way towards the door, but Nash placed a hand on my shoulder and said. "I'll get it honey you stay right here. Maybe it's nothing. Someone might have gotten the wrong floor." He stated as he went for the door.

"Like the hell you will. I'm coming with you." I said and pulled my hair into a lose ponytail.

Bang. Bang. Bang. The pounding continued.

Nash ripped the door open and I was shocked at what I saw. There stood Jake with his hand in the air ready to pound the door once again; he had on his brown leather jacket with a white shirt, ripped jeans, and his motorcycle boots. He looked different; his hair was messy, he had a beard, his face was sunken in, and he looked like he hadn't slept in days. The dark circles under his eyes were proof that he was definitely not taking care of himself.

"Jake...." I was cut off by Nash's venomous voice.

"Why are you here Black? Did you not get enough the last time? We can go for round two if you'd like." He hissed his voice low and cold. "I don't have a problem giving you another fucking life lesson about other men's women."

I stood there dumbfounded. Why was he here? It's like...looking up at the clock in the hall I noticed it was 2:23 am. What the hell.

Nash continued. "What the fuck dude. Why are you here at two in the morning?"

Jake finally looked up from his boots and spoke; his voice was soft and broken. "I need to see Bella."

"Yea, like hell you will. Don't you think you saw enough the last time you were near her?" He spat.

Jake looked up as he had been slapped, his eyes were focused and his jaw was clenched. "Don't start your shit Nash. I didn't come here to fight. I need to see Bella."

"Why? Didn't get what you wanted last time Black?" Nash continued.

Jake clenched his jaw again and got in Nash's face, pushing him in the shoulder. "Are you kidding me dude? I had ample opportunity to take her right there in the parking lot for old times' sake." He smirked and continued. "But I'm not that kind of man, I wouldn't take advantage of her that way. Trust me if she had been sober that night I would have given into her, that's fact. So you need to understand where we come from, she and I have history. That girl," he pointed to me, "She is my best friend. Yea, I might not have done right by her. I will regret it till the day I die." His broken eyes found mine and continued. "I'm sorry for everything that I put you through." He said, running his hands through his hair. "Look, I know I have fucked up, I get it. I told you that but it doesn't change how I feel." Pointing in between Nash and I. "Yea, you and Nash might be together, I respect YOUR choice, it might not seem that way but you Bells need to understand that I will never stop fighting for you. NEVER, I promise." He yelled slamming his fist into the concrete wall, and I jumped. Turning to face me once again his voice was a broken whisper, "Until my heart stops beating."

I was taken back by everything that he had just confessed; I never thought that he could still have this much an effect on me, but he did. His hold on me was still strong. It felt like someone had taken my heart and sliced it down the middle with a knife. I was more confused than ever; if I could just pick my heart up, I would give half to Jake, and the other half to Nash because I was truly torn. This can't be happening. Finding my sense of reality, I asked "What about your fiancé Jake?"