Saving Him

Chapter 15

Chapter 15

"NO!" Jax sobbed and dropped on his knees, his head in his hands. "No, no, no, no , no, this can't be happening. Please no."

I kneeled down next to him, Jax hugged my tightly and close to him. He was sobbing in my hair. We seriously had enough with all this freaking crying. We cried our eyes out these past couple days.

"You should've more careful." I whispered harshly up at the three. All of them had guilt on their faces, even Ofiicer Rouche.

"Listen Grace, you have to get this through your head. It could've been Jax." Officer Rouche said.

"No! It wasn't him. We were at a Paramore concert!" I said glaring at him.

"Tyler Forrest was dead about 30 minutes before you left the concert, giving Jax enough time to kill him." He said. I clenched and unclenched the fists.

"We're leaving," I said, standing up and pulling Jax along with me. I held his hand as we walked back up to the third floor. I couldn't help but shudder when we walked the halls of the second floor. Finally we were at the third floor and walked into Jax's room.

We sat on his couch, just holding each other. He was scared and I was scared for him. An awful feeling of butterfiles exploded in my stomach. I swallowed back tears. Lately, I feel like I'm always trying to stop myself from crying. 

I don't know what to do. Just sit and wait for another person to be killed? What could I possibly do to help? Nothing. I'm a weak 15 year girl, who's in love with a messed up 16 year old with a bad past and probably a bad future. People are being killed all around me. Boys I've known for years, dead.

What if this person kills one of my friends? Zeke? Fred? Alex? Jax? My heat ached just thinking about losing one of them, espicially Jax. I couldn't bare the thought of ever losing Jax, ever. I love him so much my heart aches and hearts. I always have paiful liek butterfiles when I see him. It's bittersweet almost. 

Jax was still sobbing into me, I couldn't help but want to cry so badly, but I know that right now I have to be strong. For Jax and for myself.

"I-I should just g-give up." Jax said stuttering.

"On what?" I asked, scared of his answer.

"Life." He mumbled.

"No!" I said shifing us so we face to face. I placed both of my hands on his cheeks. He leaned into my touch.

"But why?" He asked.

"You just can't, Jax. You can't. Don't even think about it. Please don't even think about it." I said sternly. He can't.

"I-I want to though." He said sqeazing his eyes shut then opening them.

"You can't. I love you. I love you! You can't! Please don't! Please Jax. Don't." I said. I gasped, realizing I had let it slip. I really hope he didn't notice, but he did.

Jax's dark blue eyes became hard and cold. He pushed me away from him so I was on the other sie of the couch.

"No! NO! YOU DON'T! No, stop. Just stop. You don't love me. I'm not good. Do you see how messed up my life is?" He asked coldly. I starred at him horror.

"Jax, I don't care." I whispered.

"No! You should care! Jeez, you just ruined it! You always helped me, made me feel better. But then you had to ruin it and fall in love with me? No, just stop." He said and flipped his coffee table over. Thankfully the glass in the table didn't shatter. But I couldn't help but wince.

"Jax, calm down." I said, my voice shaky. He glared at me.

"Get out." he said, pointing at the door. My eyes became glassy. I stood up, my hands clenched.