We Can't Run From Fate

Jack had never given much thought to the mark on his wrist, the one that told him he had a soulmate out in the world. He was always more the one night stand than soulmate kinda guy. One thing he never expected though was to find his match in Alex Gaskarth, a twenty something single dad just trying to give the best life he can to his daughter.

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1. Prologue

Jack was born into a different world.

 

A world that's different to yours and mine; a world where sometimes a baby is born with a mark, a symbol somewhere on their skin - a symbol that is unique to them and one other.

 

Their soulmate.

 

Not everyone is born with one – it's like red hair or blue eyes. Not everyone has one, but those who do are often thought of as lucky. Jack has one, on the inside his left wrist, a music note. It's a mark he will carry with him forever, a mark that will burn like fire when he meets the person he's supposed to be with.

 

However, Jack personally had never given it much thought.

 

He had never really bothered with the idea of soulmates. His mother had explained the importance of the note to him when he was young, but it had never really stuck. To him there was much more fun to be had that searching for his 'soulmate', like girls to talk to and alcohol to drink.

 

Now, at twenty two, Jack owned a bar in his hometown of Baltimore. He worked through the day and partied all night – the hours were long, the bar was full of great people and everything was exactly as Jack liked it.

"Another round over here!"

"Coming up!" Jack shouted, grabbing the bottle and pouring out another line of shots. It was about the fifth line he'd done and people were beginning to feel the buzz.

 

Jack loved working where he did, he was surrounded by people having a good time. The music was loud, people were dancing and the drinks were flowing. It was an atmosphere he never got tired of.

"Thanks man." The customer shot Jack a grin.

Jack took the bills the guy handed him and put them in the register, looking up just in time to see a beautiful girl walk in. His mouth dropped open, just as one of his co-workers walked past.

 

"Stop staring and go talk to her,” she suggested cheekily.

"I'm trying to play it cool," Jack replied with a shrug.

"We both know you're not capable of that, Barakat."

"Thanks, Elizabeth.” He rolled his eyes.

"How many times have I told you not to call me that?"

"Dunno."

"Enough for you fucking remember it."

 

Jack just laughed. Elizabeth, or Eliza as she liked to be called, was Jack's right hand woman at the Rockwell. Basically, she did all the jobs he sucked at, like actually remembering people's orders.

"Just go talk to her, you know girls like it when you actually speak to them instead of staring at them creepily from a distance," she advised as she watched Jack staring at the girl, who was standing against the far wall.

"Ah, you're full of such wisdom," he chuckled.


 

Making sure to mess up Eliza's hair on his way past, Jack hopped over the bar and started walking towards the beautiful girl.

"Hi," Jack said, giving her his most charming smile.

"Hey," she replied with a slight Russian accent, Jack could already feel his heart racing.

"Would you like to get a drink?" he asked.

She looked him up and down, seemingly studying him intensely, before her glossy lips moved to form a smile, and she nodded.

"So, what's your name?" Jack asked.

"Alana."

"Alana. That's beautiful."

She smiled and took a sip of her sparkling pink cocktail. A drink Jack had offered to pay for but she’d refused, smiling at him with a spark in her eye.

"What's yours?"

"Jack."

"Jack, like Skellington?"

"Exactly."

She smiled and Jack couldn't help staring.

 

She was beautiful, with her long dark hair and eyes that were the colour of the sky on a summer's day, and he couldn’t stop thinking about that.. When he kissed her, he didn't notice the fact that the symbol didn't burn - he didn't care if she wasn't his soulmate. She was incredible, and he hoped to take her home.

 

And, somewhat predictably, an hour after leaving the bar, Jack was lying in his bed, Alana beside him sleeping soundly. Their drinks had been barely finished by the time they'd left the bar and Eliza had winked at him as he'd exited, hand in hand with another stunner of a girl. It wasn't uncommon for him to leave with a date of some sort. Someone he could spend the night with, and say goodbye to in the morning; it was how Jack liked it. The way Jack saw it, his life was pretty much perfect.


But little did he know, it was all about to be tipped upside down, all because of the stupid mark on his wrist.

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