Friday, January 27, 2017

The Dark Heart ~ Part 32

He looked at Jackson, his brow furrowed. “I’ve got to tell you something, man. These last few weeks that Genna’s been hanging all over you have been really tough on me. We’ve … Genna and I … well … Jackson, I’m not sure how to say all this without you hating me.”
“I’m not going to hate you,” said Jackson. “What is it?”
“Okay,” Tucker said quickly, “I knew you had a crush on Genna and I know I encouraged you to go after her at Emberlyn’s party … but Genna and I were kind of hooking up at the time.”
“I know,” said Jackson, “I saw you two kissing, remember?”
“But it was more than just kissing and it was more than that one night,” confessed Tucker.
“So if you were seeing Genna, why did you push me to go to the charity ball in the first place and sweep Genna off her feet?”
“Because I thought Genna and I were just a fling; that we were just having fun,” said Tucker. “But then she started falling all over you and wouldn’t have anything to do with me. I missed her … a lot.” Tears started to form in the corners of Tucker’s eyes. “I think I love her, Jackson. That’s why I kissed her at the party even though I had encouraged you to go after her. Even then I didn’t want to lose her, even if it was to a good guy like you … and now … if I lose her for good….”
Jackson gave his friend a hug.
Genna’s doctor came out the large ER doors and glanced around the room. “Mr. Hunt?”
“Genna’s doctor,” said Jackson and they both hurried to him.
“Mr. Hunt,” said the doctor, “you’ll be happy to hear, your friend is doing well. Has her family arrived yet?”
Jackson shook his head. “I did get a hold of them, but they were in San Francisco. They’re flying back as we speak.”
The doctor nodded and looked at his clipboard. “She said you have her phone and she asked if you’d call Tucker Hearst.”
“I’m Tucker.” Tucker raised his hand as if he were in grade school.
“Good,” said the doctor, “she’ll be kept overnight for observation and then we’ll go from there. Right now she’s waiting for a bed upstairs, so she’s still down here. We only allow one visitor at a time, so Mr. Hunt if you’ll follow me.”
“Tucker will be the one going,” said Jackson. “I’ll wait here for Genna’s family.” He handed Genna’s phone to Tucker. “Tell her all I want for her is to get better. Keep me posted, okay?”
Tucker nodded.
“Mr. Hearst, right this way,” said the doctor.
Tucker gave Jackson a thankful look before following the doctor.
“Tucker,” Jackson called before they walked back through the large doors. “Don’t waste another minute. Tell Genna how you feel.”
Tucker gave Jackson a smile as they went through the large doors.


 Chapter 10


By the time Jackson got back to The Shack the sun was beginning to rise. His legs felt like lead and all he wanted to do was to fall down into his bed and sleep for a week. Unfortunately, he knew he needed to go to the shop. He couldn’t remember if he had locked the door when he followed the paramedics out with Genna and he knew there was a lot of medical paraphernalia lying around from where they had stopped Genna’s wrist from bleeding. He wanted to get that cleaned up before Nora came in. He didn’t want anyone else to have to see the carnage.

He pushed slightly on the door and wasn’t surprised when it opened easily. As he stepped inside he sucked in a breath and took a quick step back as a figure stood in the shadows of the darkened store.

Tuesday, January 24, 2017

The Dark Heart ~ Part 31

“Then why were you kissing her last night after I left?” yelled Genna.
Jackson swallowed hard. “Last night?”
“I came back to make up,” said Genna. “I couldn’t just give up on us and I saw you kissing her! Why aren’t I good enough? Why don’t you love me, Jackson?”
She looked down and started to sob. Jackson took another step as Genna looked up, put the knife to her wrist and sliced it open.
“Genna, no!” Jackson cried. He closed the distance between them as Genna went to slice her other wrist. Jackson grabbed the knife and twisted it out of her hand.
“Stop, Jackson,” cried Genna. “I just want to die!”
“You’re not going to die today, especially not over me,” said Jackson. He threw the knife across the room, before yanking a surf shirt off the rack. He gingerly, yet firmly tied the shirt over the deep cut to Genna’s wrist.
Genna looked down at her bloody arm and her eyes grew wide. “What have I done? Oh my … Jackson … what have I done?”
Jackson stared up at her. His own eyes growing wide. Genna looked as if she had just come out of a trance. Panic engulfed her face and she looked as if she were about to faint.
“You’re going to be okay.” He assured as he applied pressure with both hands to the wrapped wound as Genna started to sob. “Genna, listen to me.”
Genna continued to cry. “I don’t want to die.”
“Genna! Look at me,” Jackson snapped, finally she looked away from her wrist. “Good, now listen, you are not going to die. I’m not going to let that happen, but I need your help. Do you have your phone on you?”
Genna nodded and pulled her cell phone out of her back pocket with her good hand.
“Great,” said Jackson, trying to keep the panic he felt rushing through his body from coming out in his voice. Now that Genna had calmed down he needed her to stay that way. “Call 911.”
“I don’t understand,” Genna said as she dialed the numbers. “I don’t know what came over me. I just felt there was no reason to live if you didn’t love me.” She put the phone to her ear, still looking confused. “I wasn’t in my right mind, Jackson, you have to believe me … Hello, 911, yes, I need an ambulance, I’ve cut my wrist.”

***

Jackson paced the emergency room waiting room, waiting for Genna’s family to show up. The doctor had assured Jackson that Genna would survive her wound as she had thrust her phone into his hands asking him to call her family.
The automatic ER doors slid open and Jackson jerked his head up, hoping he would remember what Genna’s parents looked like. He had only met them once, and briefly at that.. To his surprise is was Tucker who was half jogging to him.
“How is she? How’s Genna?” asked Tucker, his voice frantic. “Can I see her?”
“The doctor said she’s going to be okay,” said Jackson placing two firm hands on Tucker’s shoulders. “They are stitching her up right now and not letting anyone back for the time being.”
“How did this happen?” asked Tucker.
Jackson ran his hand through his hair and sighed heavily. He wasn’t even sure where to begin.
“You know what?” said Tucker shaking his head. “I don’t even want to know. She just has to be okay.”

He looked at Jackson, his brow furrowed. “I’ve got to tell you something, man. These last few weeks that Genna’s been hanging all over you have been really tough on me. We’ve … Genna and I … well … Jackson, I’m not sure how to say all this without you hating me.”

Tuesday, January 17, 2017

The Dark Heart ~ Part 30

Genna stood in the doorway, her hair was ratted and mangled as if she had been pulling at it all night and the bags under her eyes gave testament to the fact that she hadn’t slept the night before either. Her clothes were rumpled and Jackson noticed cuts on her upper right thigh. He sucked in a breath as Genna brushed a large chef’s knife over her thigh, causing her pants to rip a little more.
“Genna, what’s going on?” Jackson slowly rose and walked out from behind the counter. “Why don’t you put the knife down so we can talk?”
“Oh, I think you did enough talking last night,” snapped Genna.
“Okay,” said Jackson holding his hands up in a peaceful gesture. “How can I help? What would you like me to do?”
“Love me,” said Genna in a pitiful whine. Her voice broke as she started to sob. “Jackson, why don’t you love me? I love you so much.” She slashed the knife harder against her thigh and Jackson’s heart raced as he saw blood seep through her pants.
“Genna, please stop,” said Jackson taking another slow step closer. “Put the knife down. We’ll get some coffee and have a long talk.”
“Why so you can tell me about how much you love Emberlyn, when you’re supposed to love me!” snapped Genna as she sliced the knife deeper into the thigh.
“Emberlyn and I are over,” said Jackson. “She doesn’t mean anything to me.”
“She doesn’t?” Genna said in a little whine as she let the knife droop in her hand, no longer sliding it across her leg.
Jackson saw the knife go slack and knew what he had to do. “Genna, I was just using her to get to you. You were right, I’ve had a crush on you for a long time. But then I saw you kissing Tucker and ran to Emberlyn to make you jealous. I acted like a jerk last night. I wanted to make you feel bad, like you made me feel at the party. But I didn’t mean it. I do love you, Genna. Put the knife down so we can be together. You’re scaring me, love.”
He took another cautious step towards her as she cocked her head. Jackson felt the tightness in his chest start to ease, but then Genna pointed the knife at him.
“I don’t believe you,” she spat.
“Genna, baby, I was being stupid last night. Please forgive me,” pleaded Jackson, hoping Genna would drop the knife and run into his arms, then he could get her the help she needed.
He took another step forward and was almost able to reach her, when she tightened her grip on the knife.
“Then why were you kissing her last night after I left?” yelled Genna.
Jackson swallowed hard. “Last night?”
“I came back to make up,” said Genna. “I couldn’t just give up on us and I saw you kissing her! Why aren’t I good enough? Why don’t you love me, Jackson?”

She looked down and started to sob. Jackson took another step as Genna looked up, put the knife to her wrist and sliced it open.

Friday, January 13, 2017

The Dark Heart ~ Part 29

She gave him a playful shove and Jackson caught her hand. “Emberlyn, why did you run from me after our kiss?”
She wrapped her fingers around his and held up their hands. “This is why. I can’t be in a relationship …,” She shook her and lowered their hands. “… not can’t, I won’t let myself be in a relationship.”
“Because of your ex-fiancée?” asked Jackson.
Emberlyn inhaled quickly.
“Tucker told me,” explained Jackson. “Well, Tucker told me the gossip version of the story.”
“I didn’t kill my ex,” stated Emberlyn.
“I never thought you did,” said Jackson. “You know not all men are like him. I would never hurt you like that.”
“He said that too,” said Emberlyn softly. “About a month before the wedding I was having cold feet. I found a text on his phone from my assistant making travel plans for some romantic getaway. I confronted him about it and he said he had my assistant make the plans for us because she knew my schedule. I fell for it. Every excuse and rational explanation he had, I fell for.” She looked at Jackson. “But I always knew the truth. I can tell when someone is lying to me. I just didn’t want to believe it, because I loved him and he broke my heart. I’ve never felt so pathetic and weak as I did after he left me and I lost my baby. So I did the only thing I could and mended my broken heart with the resolve to never fall in love again.”
Jackson gently brushed her cheek. “You said you can tell when someone is lying to you, so tell me, am I lying when I say I’m in love with you.”
“Oh Jackson,” Emberlyn sighed as she leaned her cheek into his palm, “I can’t do this … you have a good heart and I’ll only get scared and break it the way my ex broke mine. I won’t do that to you.”
“Then why are you here?” asked Jackson softly. “Why search me out if you don’t love me too?”
Jackson leaned over and brushed his lips over Emberlyn’s and was relieved when she didn’t back away. Breaking their kiss he looked into her violet eyes, so full of sadness.
“Give me a chance, Emberlyn,” he pleaded.
A tear slipped from her eye. “I want to Jackson, I really do, but my heart is dark and not even you can fix that.”
She leaned in, giving him a gentle kiss on his cheek. “I’m sorry.”
Jackson felt as if his heart stopped beating as he watched the woman he loved walk out of his life.



Chapter 9


Jackson blinked hard as he tried to close the cash register out at The Shack. He hadn’t slept at all after Emberlyn had left him sitting in the sand and was dead tired. Even though he spent the night tossing and turning, trying to figure out how to make Emberlyn change her mind, he knew he had to honor her wishes and let her go.
She was right, if she wasn’t ready to move on from her broken heart, then even his love couldn’t fix that. Emberlyn had to be the one to decide she was ready.
The door jingled and Jackson silently cursed himself for not locking the door before starting on the register. How many times had he told his employees to lock the door first, so some thief didn’t seize on the opportunity of an open register and unlocked door.
“Sorry we’re closed,” he said as he looked up, hoping it wasn’t trouble walking through the door.  Jackson dropped the twenties he had been counting, “Genna?”

Genna stood in the doorway, her hair was ratted and mangled as if she had been pulling at it all night and the bags under her eyes gave testament to the fact that she hadn’t slept the night before either. Her cloths were rumpled and Jackson noticed cuts on her upper right thigh. He sucked in a breath as Genna brushed a large chef’s knife over her thigh, causing her pants to rip a little more.

Tuesday, January 10, 2017

The Dark Heart ~ Part 28

Genna reached over and kissed Jackson.
Jackson pulled back, his arms raised in a peaceful gesture. “I’m sorry, Genna, but I only want to be your friend.”
Genna cocked her head. “Jackson Hunt I know you have a crush on me. You’ve had a crush on me for over a year. What kind of game are you playing?”
Jackson sighed. “I’m not playing any games, Genna. Before Emberlyn’s party, I did like you in that way, but then I saw you with Tucker. I’ve been spending time with Emberlyn and it just made me realize that you and I wouldn’t make a good couple. I hope you understand. I’m not trying to hurt you.”
Genna folded her arms. “Well, you are hurting me. Is it just because of Emberlyn? She’ll break your heart. That’s what she does. She doesn’t deserve you. She can’t treat you right. I can.”
Genna leaned in again and Jackson scrambled to his feet. Genna followed his lead.
“Jackson, I love you,” she cried, her anger fading into desperation. “Can’t you see that? I’ve been trying to show you for weeks now. We should be together. Just tell me what I have to do!”
Jackson fought to find the right words. “You shouldn’t have to beg for someone to love you. There is someone out there who would die to have your admiration. I’m sorry, Genna, but that person isn’t me.”
“I love you, Jackson,” Genna whined again. Her face twisted into anger when Jackson didn’t reply. “You’ll regret this Jackson Hunt!”
Jackson watched as Genna stormed off. He wanted to yell something that would make it all better, but had no idea what to say. She was feeling rejected and hurt by him, so it was probably best if he didn’t say anything at all. As much as he didn’t want to hurt her, he didn’t want to give her the impression he had changed his mind.
Jackson kicked the sand and let out a snort of disgust. He was sure he could have handled the whole situation better. He started after Genna, knowing he had to find a way to make her feel better.
“Let her be alone,” came a voice from the other end of the beach.
Jackson turned to see Emberlyn walking towards him.
“You don’t understand,” he said, “I’ve hurt her.”
Emberlyn gave him a knowing look in the fire light, “I know all too well how she’s feeling. Give her some time to process what just happened. I’m sure she feels embarrassed and you chasing her down will only make her feel worse. She’s a confident girl, in a day or two, she’ll realize she can find someone better…”
“Thanks,” said Jackson sarcastically as he plopped down in the sand.
Emberlyn sat by him. “You didn’t let me finish. Genna will find someone better for her. You’re a good guy, Jackson, but you aren’t the right guy for her.”
Jackson looked at Emberlyn. “So how did you find me?”
“I went to The Shack and they told me you were out here,” said Emberlyn.
“Ahh, so you’re stalking me.” Jackson gave her a half-smile.
“Only after you harassed me with a dozen calls and texts.”
She gave him a playful shove and Jackson caught her hand. “Emberlyn, why did you run from me after our kiss?”
She wrapped her fingers around his and held up their hands. “This is why. I can’t be in a relationship …,” She shook her and lowered their hands. “… not can’t, I won’t let myself be in a relationship.”

“Because of your ex-fiancée?” asked Jackson.

Monday, January 2, 2017

January

It is January! If you were born this month you are a Gorgeous Garnet


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