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Shotgun Wedding; James/OC. Justice era.
Topic Started: July 24, 2011, 3:30 pm (11,476 Views)
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WOW! That was SO HOT! I love this fic!! :heart:
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WOW! That was SO HOT! I love this fic!! :heart:
Thank yooooou.
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Fuck. That was hot!! :drool
Awww the end was soo cute :wub:
He should tell her he loves her too... ^_^
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Thanks, guys. :horns:

- - -

After showering together, James and I fell into the bed with a vengeance: we slept for eight hours.

I woke up, my head resting on his chest, and it was dark out. I thought I was hearing things because I'd just woken up, but the phone was ringing in Laura's room. I sighed, untangled myself from James, and got up from the bed. I wrapped my nude body in the discarded sheet and headed across the hall to the ringing phone.

"Hello?" I drawled, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes.

"Long time, no talk," a smooth Georgian accent replied. I almost dropped the phone. It was Michael.

"I've called. You haven't been answering." I was defensive, as if I were hiding something. Even though I was hiding something.

"I thought I told you, I was in New York for business. That's why I got you those tickets, to keep you busy..." He trailed off and sighed, like I was expected to know things I'd never been told.

"Well, I'm at Laura's. I'll be home in a few days, okay?" I desperately wanted to get off the phone.

"Alright, I'll have a car pick you up then."

"Okay, bye, Michael."

"Hey, Ashy," he said, making me cringe. He insisted on addressing me by that stupid nickname. I hated it.

"Yeah?" I stifled a large, dramatic sigh. I just wanted to go back to sleep.

"I love you."

"Yeah, me too. Bye." I placed the phone on its cradle and sighed. This really wasn't going to work out for the best. Not at all. I was stuck in a world of confusion between two parallel universes: one where I was incredibly unhappy and unloved and a newly discovered one where I felt like I could fly and someone actually loved me. I sat down on Laura's bed and held my head in my hands. Tears streamed down my face.

What the fuck was I going to do?

- - -

As I padded back into the room, all the evidence of crying gone from my face, James rolled over to face me. His eyelids lifted, revealing tired blue eyes. "Hey, where'd you go?"

"It was just the phone. I'm back." I scrambled onto the bed and found my rightful place in his arms once more.

Rightful? Yeah, right. I had no legitimate reason to be in this position. Lies got me here. I went back to sleep fearing that lies would rip me out of here. Out of James' arms.

- - -

Three days had gone by in the blink of an eye. Somehow, I managed to beg Laura to stay away from the house. Laura indulged in my begging so long as I seriously considered leaving Michael. I didn't even need to agree. I wanted to leave him so much.

"I think I need clothes," James said with a chuckle as I pulled the clothes he'd worn when he arrived in Atlanta out of the dryer. I tossed him his boxers, which he slipped on beneath his towel. Next went on his jeans, then his T-shirt.

"Let's go out, then. We've only been inside for about four days." I grinned. "Go to dinner or something. Buy you some clothes."

"I mean, I have to leave tomorrow. What's the point? Can't we just stay here?" He hooked a finger around one of the belt loops on my jeans and pulled me towards him. The grin on his face suggested something far different than dinner.

"Oh, stop trying to be cute." I rolled my eyes and placed my hands on his chest, pushing him away.

James laughed. "I don't need to try." He batted his eyelashes and pouted at me. "Right?"

"Dear God! Don't ever make that face again." Laughing, I tilted my head back and kissed him.

James pulled away. "Don't act like you weren't turned on by that look."

"Trust me, I wasn't."

"Keep lying, it'll come back and bite you on the ass," James joked as he walked out of the laundry room, throwing an exaggerated wink over his shoulder. My face reddened. It was a joke to him, but it was all too real for me.

- - -

We compromised. Instead of going out, we ordered in and sat on Laura's porch while we picked through cartons of Chinese food.

I ate vegetable fried rice directly from the carton with a fork and James impressed me with his ability to use chopsticks correctly. "Look at you," I said, swallowing a mouthful of rice. "Bein' all worldly."

"When you live with a bunch of guys and live off of pizza, beer, and Chinese food, you get bored and learn to use chopsticks." He plucked a few lo mein noodles from the carton in his hand and slurped them into his mouth.

"What manners!"

James laughed loudly. "You looooove me." He accentuated the 'o' in love, as if singing, before he slurped up more noodles.

"Maybe." I stared out at the park that bordered the front of Laura's house. I heard him laugh softly and we ate in silence, just basking in our togetherness.

- - -

A few hours later, long after the sun had set, I was curled up on the bed in a pair of shorts and a long-sleeved Motörhead T-shirt. My legs were bunched up under James' head and my head was near his thigh, resting in my hand. James' fingers tapped a beat I couldn't place on my stomach. After a while, he started humming it.

"My God, you have 'Iron Man' stuck in your head, don't you?"

"It was on the radio when you were in the shower earlier. I love that song, man. It was one of my favorites when it came out. I was like, thirteen."

"Shit, I was eight. You're so old." I stretched out my arm and brushed a piece of hair from his face.

"Sorry I can't be in my early twenties. I'm practically dying, I'm so old."

"Twenty-five. Terribly, terribly old. Decrepit."

James and I laughed, then he leaned forward and kissed me. He sighed and pulled away, resting his head on my legs again. "What if I didn't leave?" He pondered, staring at the ceiling. "We could just stay here -" he paused to lean forward and plant a kiss on my thigh, "- and never leave." Another kiss.

As he lifted my shirt and kissed my stomach, I shook my head and laughed. "We have lives to get back to."

"That's what sucks," James said softly as he pulled my shirt over my head. His lips made a beeline for my neck, planting kisses here and there. My hands found the back of his shirt and I pulled it off of him.

We ended the night just like we had the past four: making love.

- - -

The next morning, James and I stood outside of Laura's house. A cab idled on the curb and James opened the door. I crossed my arms over my chest in an attempt to fight the early morning cold.

"Listen." James hugged his arms around my shoulders, pulling me towards him. My arms wrapped around his middle. "I gave you my pager number, right?"

I snorted with laughter. "Yeah. So technologically advanced."

He ignored me. "If you ever need me, page me. I'll call you right away. I don't care what time it is or where I am. And before we leave for the Pacific leg of the tour at the end of April, I have a few days off." He kissed my forehead. "I can come back down."

"Or I'll come to you," I whispered, hoping by then I would be gone from Michael.

"We'll see." James took my chin in his hand, like he had when we first kissed, and tilted my face towards him. His lips found mine and we kissed desperately for a few seconds.

"Don't fall in love with any other musicians, yeah?" He suggested with a humble smirk, pulling away from me.

"Trust me, I won't." I watched him get into the cab. He rolled down the window and held out his hand. I grasped it. The cab pulled away and my hand slipped from James', but we watched one another as he drove away.

I wasn't sad, though. This wasn't the end. It was only the beginning.
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^_^ Pager number!! Cool! :tu:

I hope they are back together soon!
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She may not be sad, but I am :(
And I'm afraid of the moment he'll find out she's married :ugh:
But so far it's reall cute :heart:
I love your story !!
Moaaaaaaaaaarre :nanner:
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Cute and hot! :drool

Sorry I've missed a few updates!
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This part took me awhile to write, since it's really heavy in my opinion.

I'm not really happy with it, but enjoy. :lol:

- - -

I went back home the afternoon of the day James left for North Carolina. I couldn't sleep in the bed we'd spent almost a week in, at least not alone. So I went home.

On the two hour drive to Andersonville, the driver and I were silent. He focused on the road and I focused on memorizing the number I'd be given. God only knew what would happen if Michael found it. About twenty minutes outside Andersonville, I knew the number by heart. I tore up the piece of paper it was written on and tossed the pieces out the window. I turned around to watch as they scattered on the deserted blacktop like a snow Georgia hadn't seen in a long time.

As the car pulled into the private drive of my home, which now seemed like a prison to me, I stopped slouching. I straightened my shirt and smoothed out my hair. My put-together cover to hide my laid back self. Here I was not myself. I was not Ashlynn. Here, I was Ashy.

- - -

I told myself I wouldn't bother James. I wouldn't seem desperate or clingy. I made these promises to myself, but I broke them within two weeks of arriving home.

Sitting in my "room", a private study adjoining Michael's own filled with one ceiling-high bookshelf and a piano, I waited anxiously for my phone to ring. Michael had been kind enough to grace me with my own phone line for "personal" reasons.

Finally, the phone rang. I was quick to pick it up. Though I was terribly nervous, I covered it up with a smooth "hey".

"Ashlynn." I could almost hear the soft smile in James' voice. "How are you?"

I wanted to tell him I was going crazy without him, that I was literally dying here, but true to my old self, I lied. "I'm fine, bored. I just miss you."

"I miss you, too." There was laughter from the background on James' side of the phone and someone yelled, "I MISS YOU, TOO, ASHLYNN."

I couldn't help but laugh. "I guess they know about me?"

"Yeah, they think I'm perpetually drunk." He laughed, too.

"You're not?"

"Shut up. No, I'm not."

James was about to say something else when the slightly accented voice from before yelled again, "He's not drunk, he's in looooove!" Laughter erupted, echoing into the phone.

"Fuck you, Lars." James was laughing again.

"Listen," he said to me. "I'll call you later on this number, okay? We can talk for a while."

I was grinning stupidly. Just hearing him made me incomprehensibly happy. "Okay, I'll talk to you then."

I put down the phone and turned to see Michael walking into the room. Talk about good timing. "Who was that?" He asked, leaning against the frame of the door.

"Laura. Boring girl talk, you know."

Michael laughed loudly, as if I had told a joke. I blinked stupidly. He walked over to the chair I was in and leaned down so he was face to face with me. "Do you think I'm stupid, Ashlynn? Do you really think that your line is private?" His voice was a harsh whisper. It didn't cover up the sound of my heart beating out of my chest.

"I know you were with someone while you were at Laura's. But, hey, it's okay. I've only been cheating on you for about two years." He laughed, his laugh echoing through my virtually empty study.

"Don't think you're leaving, though." Michael smirked and his eyes glazed over. His hand wrapped around my upper arm so tightly that I was sure it bruised. I didn't flinch, as it happened often. "You're mine, Ashlynn."

Michael straightened up. He turned on his heel and strode from the room, humming pleasantly. I held my breath until I was sure he'd left his own study, then I let out a large gasp. I got up from my chair and made a beeline for my piano. Once my fingers touched the keys, they went off playing Bach's French Suite No. 3. My fingers pounded the delicate ivory keys and my playing was fast and loud. It covered up the sounds of my sobs.

- - -

I needed to get out. I took Michael's threat seriously, that I wasn't leaving. For the first time in our five year marriage, I was afraid of him. Sure, he went at me when he was drinking, but I always brushed it off; he'd always been drunk so I didn't hold it against him. But he had left the handprinted bruise on my arm when he was completely sober. He did it out of anger, not drunkenness.

It was Friday, thankfully, and this meant that Michael drank all night and passed out in the early hours of the morning. I took my leave at 4 AM. As Michael locked himself in his study and yelled at the television, I packed my things into two small suitcases and a cardboard box. The past five years of my life were now packed tightly in the trunk of my car. I left the house silently, but once I was behind the wheel I couldn't help but rev my engine loudly as I sped down the driveway.

I was free, I realized as I headed down the freeway towards Atlanta. I rolled down the windows and took a deep breath. I was free.

- - -

A week later, just as I was settling in at Laura's, there was a knock on the door. Laura was out and I was sitting on the couch, zoning out as I channel surfed. I almost fell off the couch as the knocking became frantic. My eyebrows raised as I made my way across the carpet. By the time I was at the door, the knocking escalated to pounding. I unlocked the door and opened it cautiously, sticking my head through the small opening.

"Ashlynn. Let me in." The voice was smooth, but undeniably angry. Michael. I sighed and I was about to close the door when his hand pushed back. Obviously, he was stronger than me, so his push opened the door and I fell to the floor.

He entered the house and I was immediately overcome with the smell of whiskey. I scrambled to my feet and he blinked down at me. "I expected you to come back by now. I mean, you've got no money..."

He trailed off, then continued after what seemed like an allotted amount of time. "Oh, wait, never mind! You stole ten thousand dollars of my money!"

"Stole?" I laughed. "That money was a gift from my father when we were married and your parents so graciously deposited into an account we shared and I never saw any of it. I took what was mine and I left. I took nothing of yours."

Michael stepped to me and I stood my ground. It wasn't until he grabbed the shoulder he'd bruised before I left that I flinched. He cackled. "Still hurts, doesn't it?" There wasn't a shred of remorse in his voice and his eyes looked as though they were inflamed. I was legitimately scared for my life at that moment.

Michael's hand raised above his head and I closed my eyes, ready for the blow I was so familiar with. His hand moved across my face so quickly that you could hear it. I didn't cry out. I didn't move. I just opened my eyes and stared at Michael. He glared back. "You're coming back with me," he said quietly.

I shook my head. "No, Michael, I'm not. Let go of me and leave before I call the police. I can turn you in for about four years of spousal abuse. I've got pictures of every fucking bruise you've ever given me."

For a second, Michael looked shocked. Frightened, even. Then his anger returned and his grip on my arm tightened. "Bullshit, Ashlynn. You come home and we'll act like this never happened. You stay here and...and I will make your life a living hell. I swear to God." He thought I was bluffing. What an idiot.

"I'm staying here, Michael." I wretched my arm out of his grip and shoved him out the door. "My lawyer's - yes, I have a lawyer - going to be sending divorce papers to your lawyer's office in about a week. I suggest you sign them unless you want to be in trouble that even your daddy's money can't you out of."

Before he could say anything more, I slammed the door in his face.

- - -

Right after my encounter with Michael, I paged James. He called about ten minutes later.

"Sorry I haven't called, I've been busy and -"

I cut him off. "I need you to come back. I need to talk to you in person."

"What? Why? What's the matter?"

"It's too big...too much to tell over the phone. I just need you here." I was crying now, cursing myself for being such a fucking girl. Why did I have to get so emotional? I was an adult, not a teenager.

"Ashlynn, are you fucking pregnant or something?" James' voice quivered. If I hadn't been crying, I would've laughed.

"No, no." I shook my head and tears splashed my T-shirt. "I just...fuck, I've lied so much. I'm sorry. I really am."

"What do you mean you've lied? About what? I'm so confused."

"I know and I'm sorry." I couldn't get that across anymore. I was sorry, but I couldn't explain why over the phone. It was too much.

James was getting irritated. "Sorry for what, Ashlynn? Fucking talk to me."

"Not over the phone. I need you here. Please come." I swiped a few tears from my cheek and sniffled. "Please."

"I can't get away for another two days." His voice was stiff now, like he was reluctant to give in.

"Just hurry up. I can't do this anymore."

"Ashlynn. Fuck. You're so fucking confusing. What's wrong?" James kept repeating this question. I didn't have an answer.

"Fucking everything, James. Just wait until you get here." I sighed as I heard the click that signaled James putting his phone down. I did the same.

- - -

I was a nervous wreck for the next two days. Nervous that Michael would come back. Nervous that James wouldn't show. Nervous that the police would be at my door. Everything was so fucked! My nails were nothing and I was pulling my hair out as if I were weeding a garden. The bags under my eyes needed their own fucking area codes. I was a mess.

When the door bell rung, announcing James' arrival, I bolted for the door. I flung it open and there he stood was, duffel bag in hand. His face was stoney, but once he caught sight of me he took me into his arms. I closed my eyes as my head found its place on James' chest. I felt the calm I'd been searching for. After a few minutes, he let go of me and picked up his bag. I followed him as he made his way up to my room, like he'd been living here for ages. When he got there, he threw his bag to the floor and closed the door as I settled on the bed.

"Talk to me." He sat on the lip of the bed and he grabbed a pillow, bringing it into his lap. I rested my back against the bed's headboard and brought my knees to my chest.

"I'm married."

James laughed bitterly. "Yeah, I know. I found out after I got off the phone with you the other day. Lars knows your fucking husband through some international tennis camp bullshit they went to when they were younger. They keep in touch, apparently. Lars recognized your name. There aren't many Ashlynn Carrington's in the world, you know."

"I left him," I said quietly. James looked up at me. His face was unreadable; emotionless, almost.

"You still lied to me, Ashlynn. You lied about a lot of shit." He shook his head at me.

I nodded. "I know. I didn't mean for this to happen. You know, with you. I just went to a concert, had some drinks afterward, and ended up on the phone with your fucking manager. He told me where you guys were having lunch and I just showed up. It was stupid."

"Yeah, Ashlynn. It was. I thought you loved me." His hands were kneading the pillow in his lap. I gulped back tears. What was wrong with me?

"I do love you, James. I knew that when you kissed me that first time. I know it now."

He scoffed. "You've got a really funny way of showing it. Lying to me." He tossed the pillow to the head of the bed.

We stared at each other for a few seconds. James got up from the bed and retrieved his duffle bag. "I'm staying at a hotel for a few days. I'll call you when I calm down."

He didn't let me beg to let him stay or to even argue with him. He slammed the bedroom door and stomped down the hallway. When I heard the front door slam, I fell to the bed and my head rested on the pillow James had been holding.

I felt salt dribbling into my mouth - my own tears - and used the back of my hand to wipe them away, then curled over and clenched my teeth to stop them. I could smell James on the pillow.

He was really gone.
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NOooooo Jamesy :(
But still, I like drama :biggrin
But now I want to know what happens next!!
And if you don't hurry up... :bat
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NOooooo Jamesy :(
But still, I like drama :biggrin
But now I want to know what happens next!!
And if you don't hurry up... :bat
O_O Don't worry, I will!
I'll have something up by tomorrow night because I'm supposed to be writing a paper right now. Ehehehehe
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NOooooo Jamesy :(
But still, I like drama :biggrin
But now I want to know what happens next!!
And if you don't hurry up... :bat
O_O Don't worry, I will!
I'll have something up by tomorrow night because I'm supposed to be writing a paper right now. Ehehehehe
lol, I know that situation :biggrin
But I'm looking forward to tomorrow then :)
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Hope he forgives her soon. :(
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Sorry this update is so late.

Enjoy. :D

- - -

James left for the better part of the week; about four days. I had planned on moping about the house, sad and whiney, but Laura convinced me otherwise. Instead of moping, I drank loads of coffee and ran around Atlanta, buying things to decorate my new room with. I bought a new bookshelf, a midget compared to my one at Michael's house, and I got my poster of Robert Plant, no doubt signed by the same man, professionally framed. I cleaned the house four times over. I was frantic.

"I really think you need to calm down," Laura told me on the morning of James' fourth day gone. I was rewashing the dishes because I felt they weren't "clean enough". I was going insane.

I shook my head. "Nope. If I don't preoccupy myself, I'll get upset. You know that."

"God, you're worse with James than you were with Michael. Maybe you should try being single for a while." Laura shook her head and sipped her coffee. I was about to retort when she shook her head again. She got up from the table and left the kitchen.

Once I was alone, I looked down into the bubbly sink and contemplated her suggestion. Perhaps I should try being single for a while...

"No," I said out loud, dropping the fork I was washing in the sink. "No."

- - -

Later that night, around ten o'clock, the phone was ringing. Laura was out, once again. I was in my bed, dozing under the covers. I didn't want to get up. I wanted to let the phone go to voicemail. I was so, so tired. I just wanted to sleep. But something was telling me to get up and answer the phone, so I did.

"Hello? Who is it?"

"It's James."

I acted breezy, as though nothing had happened between us a few days earlier. "Hi."

"Can I come back? I want to talk to you." He sounded desperate, but I was reluctant to agree.

"I dunno. I mean, you were pretty pissed. You should probably take a few more days to, y'know, calm down."

I heard James sigh. "Ashlynn, shut up. I am calm."

"Yeah, sure. You can come back."

"Good, I'll be there in a few minutes."

I hung up the phone before James could hang up on me. I made my way downstairs and unlocked the door. Once I was back in my room, I crawled back into bed. He would know where to find me.

About fifteen minutes went by when I heard someone enter my bedroom. James was probably expecting a welcome home party, but I didn't even roll over to greet him. He let out an annoyed sort of grunt.

"Ashlynn." He crawled onto the bed and shook me a bit. "Are you awake?"

I closed my eyes. "Yeah, I'm awake."

"Look at me, then." When I rolled over, he continued, "I wanted to apologize. I know I went a little overboard but I was pissed -"

"Drop it, okay? I don't want to talk about it anymore."

James nodded. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me to his chest. I considered pulling away from him, but I was at home in his arms. I felt his chin rest on the top of my head and I closed my eyes.

"I'm sorry, James," I said softly. His hand smoothed down my hair and he shushed me. We stayed like that for about an hour, tangled together, until something triggered in James that made him kiss me vigorously. Maybe it was the fact that he hadn't had sex in about a month. Or, I assumed he hadn't. Whatever it was, I wasn't complaining.

His lips made contact with my neck and then my shoulder. His fingers fiddled with the hem of my shirt, then he pulled it over my head. His lips returned to me, kissing my lips. As we kissed, James rested himself between my legs. Once more, his kisses began to explore my body. They stopped at my shoulder.

"What...what is this?" I looked down to my arm, then back to James. His eyes were saucers fixed on my handprint of a bruise.

I was going to play if off, like it was nothing, but I figured I'd done enough lying. When I spoke, though, I looked away from James. "It was him. My, uh, former husband."

I felt James tense up. His breathing was shallow. "I'll fucking kill him."

"No, you won't. I don't want to think about him."

"Did he do anything else?" He sat up now and I did the same. Again, I tore my gaze from James'. I couldn't look at him as my finger broke the flawless makeup job on my face. There was a nice, purple bruise on my cheek. James lifted his hand to my face and gingerly wiped away the rest of the makeup. When the bruise was revealed, he almost gasped.

"He's dead. I'm going to knock his teeth down his throat."

"No." I shook my head. "Just, no. I don't want you to. Michael can do things with his money no one is capable of. If you hurt him, he'll get you back tenfold. I don't need anything happening to you."

James huffed loudly. "Don't you want him to know what it's like, though?"

"No, James. I don't. I would never want anyone, not even him, to know what being hit is like. Can we stop talking about this now?"

James sighed, but nodded. He reclined on the bed and I crawled on top of him. He looked surprised, but he leaned up to kiss me anyway. We were both silent as we undressed. No more bruises covered my body, so we went uninterrupted as we made love.

"Ashlynn, fuck," he breathed, his hands on my hips as I slowly began to ride his cock. He groaned softly as I moved faster. As I leaned forward and rested my hands on his chest, he thrusted himself upward and I cried out.

I rode him faster, rotating and maneuvering my body in ways I didn't know I could. My throat was dry, but I couldn't stop the moans and screams that left my mouth. James' grip on my hips tightened and he continued his upward thrusting. It was so fucking good, but I was about to fall over from exhaustion. We'd been going at it for at least a half hour now.

As if sensing my inability to keep riding him, James rolled us over while he was still inside of me. My teeth sunk into my cheek to keep from groaning loudly as he began fucking me again.

"I love you," he said softly, kissing me. Our tongues danced slow circles around each other as James' hands found mine. He locked his fingers between mine and he brought my arms over my head. His thrusts increased in speed and my cries were lost in our kiss.

Finally, I pulled away from James. He buried his face in my neck and squeezed my hands tightly. We were both about to come and we knew it; our breathing was ragged, but in sync and we were sweating profusely. James pulled out of me and then pushed back in, making me scream.

"Don't tease me like that," I said weakly as I tightened my grip on his hands. James pounded himself into me and he came, crying out loudly. His thrusts became slower as I climaxed, screaming his name.

James fell to my side. We both lay on our backs, staring up at the ceiling, as we caught our breath. After a few minutes, I got up from the bed.

"Where're you going?" James asked, looking over at me as I headed for the door.

"I'm going to get a shower." I smiled and he did so, too. I assured him that I would be back and left the room, happier than I'd be in weeks.

- - -

When I returned from the shower, James was no where to be found. He wasn't anywhere on the first floor and unless he was invisible, he wasn't in my room. As I was about to give up my search, my eyes caught a speck of white on my bed. Beneath the covers was a sheet of paper covered in James' messy scrawl.

Ashlynn,
I went to give your fucking husband what he deserves.
I promise I'll be back soon. Don't come looking for me.
-James


The paper fell out of my hands and fluttered to the floor. I almost fell with it.

James had gone to put into play the revenge I never sought.
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Shit, no! What is James going to do? :o
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Go James! The Metchicks are here to back you up if you need it!!!


We specialize in beating up creeps! :biggrin
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