I flinch at the sharp pain in my head, and Blade quickly asks, “Are you alright?”
I clear my throat and nod but flinch and mutter, “I think I need to go lay down.”
My dad quickly stands and states, “I’ll take you back to your house.”
“Keep me updated, Pitbull,” Blade says with worry and I grip his shoulder and mutter, “I am so fucking happy for you, brother.” He nods, his eyes still shining with concern, and I walk past him, my dad helping me, gaining the brother's attention.
“Fuck, is he alright?” Cannon asks with concern, and Dad mutters, “Headache,” and continues walking towards the back door.
As we pass Luna, I press a kiss to her head, and she gives me a watery smile before I continue my path, needing quiet.
“Here, son,” Dad says, and I look up and grab the glass of water from him, muttering, “Thanks,” before taking a sip.
Fuck…
My head is throbbing, it hasn’t stopped since Dad helped me in my home, and I refuse to take the medication.
The more I take it, the less the memories come back and I fucking hate it.
“Talk to me,” Dad pleads as he takes a seat on my coffee table. I swallow hard, not knowing how to form my words, and my head feels like it’s going to burst.
“We slept together,” I finally say, “more than once,” I look at my dad and his face has gone stoic, trying to hide his reactions but I continue, “More than one night and I’m beginning to believe we slept together the night Misty tried to shoot her,” I take a deep breath.
“Clara owed us money….”
“Her payment was her daughter.”
“Clara sold Ivy to the Gillies,” I mutter, Hayden standing before me clear as day shitting himself and dad curses, “Fuck, you’re remembering, keep going, son…”
I squeeze my eyes tight, my head spinning.
“Ivy, Sky, and I have been friends for a long time,” Raya confesses, then adds, “We’re also close to Lake.”
“She and Raya are friends with Skylar, none of us knew,” I mutter, nausea hitting me.
“She’s getting fucking married!”
“Ivy was getting married,” I continue, blinding pain shooting through my head and chest…
“She said she had cancer…”
“Clara told her she had cancer, and she didn’t trust me enough to explain to me the situation, it hurt me, no, no, it fucking destroyed me because I didn’t know how to move past the loss trust….” I choke and I grab my hair and groan at the dizziness, the throbbing hurting….
Fuck me the room is spinning.
“I love you, Jax.”
Her whispered words are so loud and so clear but are they fucking real.
“Son, don’t force it,” my dad whispers and I growl, standing in frustration, ignoring the nausea and shout,“But if I don’t then nothing will come back and you won’t fucking tell me, the club won’t tell me, and Ivy is keeping her fucking distance!”
I shake my head and turn around and I croak, “We’re not friends with benefits, I’d would never go for that, I love her too fucking much to disrespect her like that, not after years of being best friends.”
“Son,” he begins, but I turn around and ask, no, I plead, “Tell me it’s not all in my head. Tell me I’m not imagining her telling me that she loved me, please, Dad…”
His eyes water seeing the pain building, the confusion and he admits, “You know I can’t tell you, son, you need to remember on your own.”
I scoff, “I don’t even know what is real and what isn’t anymore, Dad. How is that helping me?”
