Blame It On The Pain Episode 26
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???? Blame It On The Pain TWENTY SIX:
He lifted my hand to his lips. “Can you see past the wrong I’ve done?”
I didn’t understand what he meant by that. “Of course. I already told you, you’re not a bad guy. You’re my favorite person only trying to put the bad guy away,” he whispered.
“I know. I’m not mad at you.”
“Will you let me rescue you then?” His thumb grazed my cheek. “Will you let me be your Prince, Alyssa?”
My cheeks flushed and a swarm of butterflies entered my tummy. “I-um.” My breathing became shaky. “I’m feeling nervous and weird right now and I don’t understand why,” I blurted out.
“You never have to be nervous around me. I would do anything in the world for you. You trust me, right?”
“Yeah-yes.”
“I would never, ever hurt you.”
“I know.”
“Who ki lled your father?”
“You already know.”
The pad of his thumb brushed my cheek again and he moved closer. “Who ki lled your father, Alyssa?”
I stayed silent.
“Better, sweetheart.” He planted a kss on my cheek and I blushed. “Now I’ll ask you again. Who did it? Who ki lled your father?”
He kssed my other cheek right before I answered, “They did. Those…boys. My father tried to stop the fight between them and they attacked him before they shot each other.”
He let out a deep breath. “I’m so proud of you.”
He kssed the corner of my mouth. “Thank you for letting me rescue and protect you.”
BLAME IT ON THE PAIN : EPISODE 21 – 30
“And that’s my story, Jackson. You know things that I’ve never told another soul.”
His brows furrow. “Do you still talk to your dad’s old partner?”
“Out of everything I just told you, that’s what you’re choosing to focus on?”
I get up off the bed. “Ford protected me from my father’s ki ller.”
He runs a hand through his short hair. “Yeah, I know. I get it,” he says before mumbling something under his breath that I don’t catch. He appears lost in thought before asking, “Is that why you were grilling me about the owner of the fight club? You thought it was this DeLuca guy, didn’t you?”
I nod and he stands up. “It’s not by the way. He’s not the owner. But you realize how dangerous it would be for you if it was, right?”
“Yeah.” I stare at him. “I mean, no. If DeLuca wanted me, he would have gotten me by now. Trust me, after the sx tape my identity isn’t exactly an issue anymore. Everyone knows who I am now. Besides, the media went with the story about two rival gangs killing a cop. No one knows the truth besides Ford and I…and now you.”
“You never answered my question.”
“What question?”
“Do you still talk to him?”
“No,” I lie.
I might have told Jackson things I’ve never told another person. But there’s no way I can tell him about the exact nature of me and Ford’s relationship throughout the years.
Or the moment, or rather, moments; it changed.
And the way it broke me.
TO BE CONTINUED
