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Chapter 17: Turn Them Off

And we fell, everything about this moment was nothing short of agony. I was remembering everything, all the things in my life that made me who I was, yet they were the bad times I was imagining.

Every struggle and obstacle I'd had within my lifetime was flashing before my eyes and I felt my heart pump viciously once I saw Jessica's face appear.

I screamed, letting out all of my frustration and anger I'd pent up the last few weeks. This new life was becoming a shit-hole and I was delving too deep into a world I just didn't want to be in anymore.

I was going to die, I knew the drop we'd taken was too far and each second we were just falling faster and faster. If you ever asked me how I thought I'd die five years ago, I probably would have said something realistic like old age or a disease...I would have laughed at even the mere thought of dying because someone else decided they wanted to do something stupid.

Finally my focus came back and I opened my eyes slightly once I realized we hadn't hit the ground yet. Diving through the shock and surprise, I looked downward and took in Jesse looking ahead of us like he was planning a landing. I felt my mouth dry up from the wind as my grip on his biceps tightened, I could barely even think.

He caught my glance, as short as it was, and immediately I watched him shoot me an amused grin through his daunting lips. For a moment there I actually thought I was seeing things, but unfortunately, he truly was treating my upcoming death like it meant nothing.

The air began to suck the life out of me, drawing from my lungs and then from my mouth as I felt him disappear from me. I screamed out again, roaming my arms all over the freezing air hoping he was still there, but he wasn't.

Goodbye world.

I landed, feeling nothing but a strong grip on my legs and shoulders as I bounced free from the ground. I gasped, feeling my eyes roll to the back of my head as I let out another blood curdling scream.

"You're fine," Jesse soothed, dropping my feet as I felt them dangle in his grip.

His hands were wrapped around my shoulders to keep me standing as I fought the urge to puke. I opened an eye, realizing we were alive and intact on the ground and immediately I looked up to face my almost murderer. Jesse's gaze was rough against mine, possibly getting a bit more enjoyment out of this than I.

I breathed slow against him, feeling his chest rise with the notice of how close we were yet again. He let me go, keeping one of my hands in his as he flipped over my palm to observe his ring. It was now a flaming red as it sat upon my finger and the sight alone stunned me.

My blood boiled at what had just happened, I couldn't even stand it. How could he put me in such danger? All just so he could teach me a lesson? I seriously didn't feel that was necessary just to show me the damage my snooping could do, how could he?

I looked back up at him, observing the puzzled frown mustered on his face as he began to inspect the ring on my finger. He was acting like this was no big deal, like I was some experiment in his whole plan and this stupid ring was just making everything worse. I ripped the ring off, finally deciding I'd had enough and launched it right up and over his head.

"Fuck you!" I belted out, pushing his shoulders back. He didn't move and instead stood stone solid before me as I continued to push him away.

"Fuck me?" He challenged, gripping both of my wrists again in a deadlock, "Don't scream at me like I hurt you."

My mind spun with all the endless comebacks I could come up with, finally deciding on one I knew would hurt him the most.

"You are unbelievable," I slammed, "For a second there I actually thought you could be somewhat of a decent guy, hell even a decent human being! But boy was I wrong, I feel so bad that I even considered trusting you for even a moment."