Something in Common

When bad boy Jason Pierce moves into town, Eden Hartell finds herself awe-struck from the moment they lay eyes on each other. Through trouble, heart-break, plenty of black eyes and a lot of explaining to do, Eden and Jason find themselves falling in love...


27. Realization

I had refused to fall asleep. I'd kept my eyes wide open all night in case it was the last night I'd ever had. The cut no-face had drawn on my neck was still a gaping wound; blood still rolled gently down my neck, and it'd made a pool on the ground around me. I knew that all women had 8-10 pints of blood and I was lucky to still have a couple of pints left. I could feel my body stiffening. I hadn't drunk in almost two days. I hadn't eaten and my stomach was way past over-hungry. I was dying and there wasn't anyone to save me.

I could feel hot tears prickling in my eyes. I felt them roll down my cheeks and drop off my chin into the trail of blood. I could feel them mix - it wasn't a pleasant feeling. I wanted to go home. But the one thing I wanted more than anything was to die already.

My mind snapped into action when I heard footsteps across the dirt. Two pairs of beaten trainers stopped in front of my eyes. I looked up as far as I could but bright morning sunlight blocked my vision of who was standing there. Was I dreaming? Was this actually happening?

'Jason?' I asked, my voice low and croaky. 

'It's okay, Eden,' he whispered, bending down to my height. 'They're dead,' he said again, this time louder than before. How was it possible they were dead? I'd been up all night! I hadn't seen that happen.

'Jason, what are you talking about?' I asked, my breathing and heart rate starting to pick up.

'I'm saying they're dead, Eden. I killed them. But the thing is, babe, you're dead too. I couldn't stop the bleeding. The doctors couldn't stop the bleeding.'

Blinking through the tears, I wiped my eyes and sat up. When I looked down, my clothes weren't dirty. They weren't blood stained. I wasn't bleeding. The wound in my neck was gone. I touched the dip where the cut'd been, but there wasn't anything there. Looking down, there wasn't a pool of blood, either.

'What's going on?'

Jason smiled weakly, running his fingers along the curves of my cheekbones. 'Your safe, now,' he replied. 'But that's the thing, Eden. Were safe together. That's something we have in common.'



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