Bad Boy; Small World - ON ANOTHER PROFILE NOW

Chapter Nine; The One Where They Cuddle

Jaxon

Coming back downstairs, with a shirt on this time, all three of them are staring at me again. 

Annoyance instantly grows in me.

"Seriously though," Ant asks, I'm still glaring at her. "How is it?"

"The doc said I'm all healed. It sealed all the way, the muscle is fine so there's that." I respond through clenched teeth.

"When did you get shot?" Cyrus asks, still somewhat in shock.

"Annually." I reply, glaring at his girl while I continue to speak to him. "Flu, herpes, demon pox all that good shit."

"Jaxon." Antoinette warns.

 I turn towards her, me features set. "Do you really want to start this right now?" I growl. "Do you really want to scold me Ant?" I ask, coldness seeping into my voice. "You said you wouldn't tell anyone and wouldn't let anyone know I was even hurt. I asked you to do that for a reason, as unfair as that may be you agreed."

"I still don't get why you don't want to let people know. We know you aren't invincible and I forgot Cy doesn't know. He seems to know everything." She mutters this part. "And I didn't even know she was awake, otherwise I wouldn't have said anything." Ant stands, crossing her arms defensively. 

"Well I thank you for that but why does it even matter? I'm healed and healthy and completely over it." I tell her, mimicking her stance.

"Because you almost died!" Ant shouts, suddenly mad. Tears pop into her eyes but I know she won't cry. That would be a loud horror story. "You almost died. I almost lost you because you got shot. I almost lost you and you're one of my life lines. If you died most of me would too. You almost died Jax so I'm going to ask about it. I'm going to ask about it again and again and again until you lose that damn scar."

I'm never going to lose the scar.

I continue to meet her startling blue eyes and realize I can't blame her for this.

For months after she almost died -After she slit her wrist, for months and months I would ask about her wrist.

How the tendon feels.

If she has enough strength to lift things.

If it feels cold.

How the wounds doing.

If she needs another wrap.

How the scars looking.

She couldn't look at herself in the mirror for a long time, couldn't look at the spot that she almost killed herself from.

So I did it for her.

Every appearance check, every patch, every wrap, every hospital gown that needed tying, every everything I would help her.

I can't be mad at her, I can't blame her for doing what I did.

"I'm sorry," I say, embracing her tightly. "I didn't realize you were going through what I went through, I should have realized. You're acting like I did when you almost died."

"Died?" Genevieve asks in a voice much too small for her mouth. "You almost died."

"He's fine now, he's okay." Ant reassures her, making me wince. I know that until Genevieve makes sure of that herself she won't believe anyone when they say that, even me. 

"Hold on," Cyrus's ugly strong voice demands. Just so he won't get mad I follow the girl's lead and pause to look at him. Yeah, that's why. "You seriously got shot?"