For a moment I remember back to the picnic and what all the police wives had to say about the work their husbands do. How it is long hours and dangerous work. These women were proud of the job that their men did. I could see in their faces how happy they were, even if it got under their skin sometimes.
The rest of the car ride we sat in silence and as the car came to a stop in the parking garage of St. Luke’s hospital, I turned to Craig without thinking and said my piece.
“I’m not a bad person. I can promise you that. But, I’ve been through a lot in the past couple years and I wasn’t ready for everything that happened. Lying, it is a trigger for me. A big one. I am sure in time this is all something I will be able to get over. But, it is so fresh for me. I just need to do this on my own.” Craig nods, acknowledging everything I said.
“Aurora, you aren’t a bad person at all. I don’t blame you for your actions and I don’t think any compassionate person would. We can’t pick what hand we are dealt in life, we can only play the cards we are given. Jackson is a winning hand. Just remember that.”
I don’t recognize Jackson at all. There is a tube down his throat, which appears to be doing the majority of his breathing for him. Nurses walk in and out of the room in a rush and I am dazed for a moment just watching all that is going into his care right this moment.
“He is stable. You can talk to him and touch him. Just don’t start pressing buttons.” a younger nurse says as she makes her way out of the room and down the hall. That is when I realize I am still standing in the hallway. I haven’t even made it through the door way into Jackson’s room. I just froze in the middle of the hallway with a large audience of police officers and other random onlookers.
“It’s okay. Go in. I’ll be out here.” Craig says and gives me a little nudge. I think it is exactly what I needed to be motivated enough to visit with him. He isn’t the big strong man who saved my life, or made love to me on so many occasions. He is broken and helpless. Struggling to stay alive.
He is tough and I know I shouldn’t worry about him. But as my stomach flip flops, I know that my worry for his well being is real. A tear streams down my cheek as I sit in the chair next to him, and take his hand. He doesn’t move or squeeze my hand like he has on so many occasions, and the tears come faster.
I remember Ann’s words. Her pleas to talk to him ring in my ears.
“I’m bad at this. I know if you were here and awake you would laugh at me for talking to you like this. Or even what I’m gonna say.” I try and laugh, but the lump in my throat only makes the most hideous sound come out.
“I’m so sorry you got hurt. This is all my fault.” and I genuinely feel this way. I’ve asked myself over and over again if he would have continued to go on undercover work if things had been different. If I had reacted a little more rationally instead of flying off the handle.
“But listen, Jackson. You can’t leave me yet because I need you. Remember those plans we made together? Those are all I sit and think about at night when I am trying to fall asleep. I look for your car every day when I pull into the neighborhood.” I squeeze his hand, and wipe away a couple tears with my other hand.
“Come back to me. I’ll make things right, I promise you. Just wake up and come back to me Jackson Avery Revere. Or your mother is never going to forgive me.” I finally get a little bit of a laugh out.
I sit there by his side for hours. I pull the chair next to the bed and fall asleep with my head next to his hand at one point in time. Craig, and all the other police officers sent here to visit or guard Jackson don’t disturb us. The only occasional bother is a nurse or doctor coming to check his vital signs, or push some kind of medication into his IV line.
I lose track of time and the next thing I know, the sun is coming up. I spent the entire night away from Liam and Max and my first worry is to get home to them for their morning routine. I didn’t think I would end up being here as long as I do and I am sure I also look like hell.
As I stand up to go looking for Craig, I feel a small pull at the corner of my shirt. Instinctively I think it is caught on something, maybe snagged on the fancy sides of the bed when I got up in such a hurry.
I turn back around to look for the snag, but my shirt frees and there is no snag. I look around dumbfounded, and that is when I see it. Jackson’s arm is bent at the elbow, straight up and his fingers are stretched. It takes me a minute to realize it was actually his hand that pulled on my shirt and not something else.
When I look up to his face, I can see his bright blue eyes open and I scream in excitement. As my yell echoes down the halls of the busy hospital people come running from all directions. Doctors, nurses, cops… everyone needs to know what is going on inside Jackson’s hospital room.
“Oh. My. God. Jackson…” I whisper as the tears begin once again. My eye make up is smeared all over my face. His hand reaches up slowly, and pulls at my arm and I give him my hand. He squeezes my fingers, and winks at me.
My heart thumps against my chest as medical staff come from all directions to work on him. One nurse removes the tube from his throat. Another presses buttons on the fancy machines all around him, and a tall gentleman in a lab coat leisurely strolls into the room.
So Mr. Revere. This must be the lady you were waiting for huh?” the man laughs as he turns to me and introduces himself. “Dr. Noah Taylor. Nice to meet you.” I try and blink back the tears as the doctor starts checking out Jackson’s condition now that he is finally away.
“Your throat is going to feel a little raw and you might not be able to talk for a little while. I will get you some water after Dr. Taylor is finished examining you.” a nurse says as she disposes of all the tubes Jackson had shoved down his throat.
“Aurora,” he whispers.
“Shhh…” I say as I put a finger up to my mouth. “Take it easy, I’m not going anywhere.” I say. “Except to go call your mother and let her know you are finally awake. You know you gave her quite the scare.”
“You got very lucky Mr. Revere. The bullet that went through your chest narrowly missed your heart, and all your main arteries. Only two centimeters to the right and you wouldn’t be with us right now. Time you invest in a new bulletproof vest.”
“He won’t be needing a vest anytime soon, because he won’t be going undercover or working a beat.” a tall man says from the back of the room. “Those days are over for you Jackson, time to get comfortable with a nice promotion with a cushiony desk job.” the man laughs.
“And you must be the one and only Aurora everyone has heard so much about this past month.” he says, and I just nod. “It is good to see you here. A pity Jackson had to go and get himself shot to actually get your attention. But I wouldn’t put it past him, he was getting kinda desperate.” The older man cracks a joke and Jackson smiles.
“Ya got me,” he whispers.
It took two weeks for Jackson to be released from the hospital, and another two weeks for him to be home from the inpatient rehab facility he was in once released. While he had been shot in the chest, that was a pretty clean wound that thankfully would require minimal long term care. His leg on the other hand had been shot, and one of his bones had been shattered in the process.
The doctor tried to explain it to me in details, but it quickly turned my stomach so I just smiled and nodded at him. Something about steel plates being screwed in or something or other. Sounded like it all belonged in a hardware store and not holding together Jackson’s leg.
I made an effort to visit Jackson every day during that time. We had the opportunity to hash out the details of our relationship. What the problems were, and would become without open communication. The biggest change was the fact that Jackson could never go back to what he was doing before. Between being made on his last assignment, the news coverage surrounding Brent trying to kill me, and the break in his leg, his career as an active officer was virtually over.
He was upset. Rightfully so because it was all he had known for so lo
ng. But, the silver lining of it all was the fact that he would continue to be a police officer, just in a different capacity. Yeah, desk jobs aren’t as exciting, especially for an adrenaline junkie like him. I am pretty sure if he ever got seriously injured again his mother would actually off him this time. It was a win-win for me, and even more of a win-win for his mother who constantly worried about his safety.
“Shhh! Everyone! He is going to be here ANY second. Get into your hiding places and don’t make a damn peep! I know all you officers know how to keep your mouths shut, so don’t try me!” I laugh as everyone scurries in different directions.
As everyone runs and hides in different directions, I open the front door of Jackson’s home and wait for him with Liam and Max out on the front porch. The boys smile at each other, bursting at the seams with the secret welcome home party inside the house. If I hadn’t paid them both heavily in Ninja Turtle figurines this morning, they would have spilled the beans the moment Jackson hobbled out of Ann’s car.
Jackson slowly makes his way up the walk on crutches. His mother grabs his arm and helps him up the three steps to the front door. I waste no time wrapping my arms around his middle and pressing a quick kiss on his cheek.
“How does it feel to finally be home?” I ask him with a huge smile plastered on my face. His smile almost matches mine, only cloaked with the pain I know he is still having.
“It would be even better if you moved in here like I asked you to while I was still laid up in the first hospital.” I laugh at him and swat his arm. His mother smiles as she watches our interaction.
“I told you… we’d talk about that down the road.” I smile, but laugh to myself thinking about how shocked he is going to be when he actually makes his way inside the house to see all my shit. His old smelly frat boy couches are gone, replaced with a brand new sky blue sectional set. After the attack in my house, blood splattered all over the back of my couch and I knew immediately it was the first thing to go. I cringe just thinking about the sights of my rental when I finally was released to go home.
The boys run around the side of me and pull on Jackson’s arm.
“JACKSON! Can we go inside and play? Mommy got us new turtles!” Liam yells, and I am just waiting for Max to give away the other surprise on the other side of the door.
“I’m hungry,” Max says, and the nudge him towards the door.
“Okay boys. Let’s get our turtles on.” Jackson says as he opens the door.
“SURPRISE” Echoes through the entire first floor of the house as people come from all angles. I was worried about the sheer amount of people inside the house actually fitting. Police officers, Marines, and all kinds of people Mr. Popularity knew, greet him in the living room.
He turns to me with a big smile on his face, “what happened to my furniture?”
“That smelly old shit? I decided to re-decorate. Wait till you see our room.”
One year ago I was following a man branded a serial killer. Yes, he was a bad person, a tortured soul, but deep down I am no better. I hide behind the smiles and the uniform of a police officer when in reality I made that man take the rap for all of my own crimes. Our crimes. The lives we took in the grand scheme of a game. Brent wasn’t a bad guy, but I corrupted him. I played on a vulnerable man who only wanted love.
Those women were nothing more than collateral damage in the power game we were playing.
In their eyes, I am a hero. A modern day Mother Theresa. The reality is that I am the devil himself. I am the dark shadow that creeps outside their windows at night. I am a monster who goes bump in the dark. I never thought there would come a time in my life when the voices would become too loud to live a normal life, but as the days go by it gets harder and harder.
The only bit of light in my life is Aurora.
The one woman I wish I could erase my entire past for.
All the bad choices. All the ghosts that haunt me.
I want to tell her. To come clean with Aurora before our daughter is born, before we make that trip down the aisle, but I know there would be no coming back from this. The damage is done and the secrets must be kept because my life would be over in the blink of an eye if I ever revealed all the lies.
The one promise I can make right here and right now is that I will never hurt this woman who has brought light back into my life. I swear to God as my witness that I will be a better man for her and my daughter who both deserve better from me.
They deserve a stand up man.
And I will be him.
I hope.
My name is Jackson Avery Revere and I am the reason Aurora Alexander almost became a statistic.
The End…
A LETTER FROM DAWN
Ok.
I know. Y’all hate me right now.
Pick your jaw up off of the ground, and let me explain.
The ending I originally wrote, just… well it didn’t go with the book at all.
I am sorry if you were expecting something different from me since this really is a different kind of book for me.
But, I can assure you that this book will NOT be the last time you see Jackson.
That is all I can tell you right now. But, you will get more of him.
I promise.
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Prologue
It all began as a game. We were young, and foolish. Looking for something to occupy our time in between drills, work, and deployments. What we started was something more than either of us had ever bargained for; we just didn’t realize it at the time.
It wasn’t about the girls, they were just innocent victims, collateral damage in it all. It was about the power. The power that had been taken away from us so many times while being shot at by insurgents. Or some tiny-dicked Staff Sargent screaming about a invisible wrinkle in our bunk. It was our way to re-claim a sense of control.
It never was supposed to get this out of hand. It was never supposed to hurt anyone. Now that it has, it is time for me to deal with the lifelong aftermath of my own choices. The death of the man I once called my best friend. The life of the woman who tore us apart. The daughter I brought into this world from the love I created with the one woman I knew I could never keep.
But while I have her, there is no way I will let her go. Aurora Alexander came into my life as a maybe and became my everything. She came into my life as a game, a challenge, a toy. She turned my world upside down when I fell head over heels in love with her.
I mourn for Brent, the only man I let in enough to consider a best friend. But, I couldn’t let him finish the game. I couldn’t let him take her from me, because I knew his feelings for her were just as strong.
Kill or be killed. I had to take him out before something happened. Before he exposed me, exposed us for the monsters we truly were. Before it was too late to go back.
Aurora would never look at me the same if she knew.
I couldn’t let that happen. I couldn’t let Brent get that one up on me.
I couldn’t let him steal her from me.
My name is Jackson Avery Revere and this is my story.
Subject to change.
Pre-edited.
© 2014 Dawn Robertson
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Ten years have passed and neither of us care enough to enter a court room for a divorce. We have fallen into this comfortable lifestyle of virtually doing whatever the fuck we please. I guess that is alright, or at least it was until he walked into my life. A client that took me by surprise. A man that changed all the rules when it came to Domme-client relations.
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Dawn Robertson is a twenty-something indie erotic romance, and mother. She lives in sunny senior citizen packed Florida, where she wrangles her kids, and puppy.
Dawn is a woman of many colors. Born and raised in the North-East, the youngest child of three, to two hard working, and extremely dedicated parents, she thrived on her love for creative writing; which started with the Narnia series. Her commitment to hard work lead her down a number of career paths over the years, stopping with her love for fiction.
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