Chapter 19
“It was
suicide.”
The tears are falling down so heavily. I
woke up this side of the space station screaming. Everyone is
afraid. It's the first person to die on the space station and Mia
LaPerla is sitting here telling me that it is a suicide. Suicide?
Really?
“He wanted to meet me,” I explain to Captain LaPerla.
The captain shakes
her head, “I understand your side of the story but the doctors
are saying that it's a suicide.”
“Have them check
again.”
“Mario---”
“They aren't
coroners! Have them FUCKING check again. Peter wouldn't have just
killed himself,” I explain to him.
Something was off. It was making me sick to my stomach that Captain LaPerla was just ignoring what I was saying. I saw the body of Peter. He was white...almost like a ghost. It was almost as though something strange had really happened to him and I couldn't put my finger on it.
Mia LaPerla patronizes me. She looks down at me and her voice softens in the most annoying way, “I understand your upset. I know that it's probably been a long day for you. I know that you and Peter were extremely close. However people have handling the fact that we are lost in Space in different ways. Our team is working on trying to find out how we go to this corner of the universe. People are really beginning to understand that we may never get home. Suicide is not that strange of a concept.”
“That's what you want people to think huh?”
I didn't trust her. I didn't trust anyone.
“Mario, listen
I understand you're upset but Peter killed himself. That is what it
is whether you want to accept it or not,” she continues to
patronize me with a demeaning smile, “Maybe you should spend
time and worry about your own mental state and your own well
being.”
“Is that a threat?”
I look at
her. My eyes dart hard on Captain LaPerla. All the secrets she has
been holding back. What did she know?
What did Peter
know?
Why was he dead?
“You should get some rest. I've notified your friends of what happened and they are in the waiting room here to make sure you are ok,” Mia states.
She gets up at that moment. Her confidence is the same as her daughter's. Both of them make me sick.
Before she leaves
she turns and adds, “I'm not your enemy son.”
“And
I'm not your son,” I respond to her.
She smiles weakly and exits out of the room. I sit there for a second collecting my thoughts and trying to make these tears stop. It's so fucking hard. They keep coming.
The last thing that Peter whispered into my ear comes back with a vengeance.
Then it didn't
make sense but now it made all the sense.
He whispered to me: Don't trust anyone.
“Damn are you ok?” Jax states.
I don't expect
for him to be the first person I see when I walk out of the private
room Captain LaPerla had me in. Dre is there sitting on a bench. I
also see Jae Jae, Bambi, Chyna, Greg and even Kaysha. I guess she
notified anyone who she ever saw me around. My attention is down the
hallway where I see the Captain walking away with her doctors. She's
so confident...she's so fucking smug. I can't take that bitch at
this moment.
“Yo fall the fuck back,” Dre states.
I'm surprised
when I see Dre stand up. Then I realize why he's standing up. Jax
is in front of me. He's standing dead in front of me. His hand is
pressing up close to me in a way that makes me shiver. His sexy
full lips are like soup coolers puckering towards mine. Jax's lips
are so fucking kissable that as he leans forward a little bit I'm
sure that he is planning on kissing me maybe as an attempt to comfort
me.
Jax rolls his eyes
and ignores Dre, “Are you ok Mario? I know you and Peter was
close. I didn't expect this to happen. That's the last thing I
expected to happen.”
He's damn close. His breath is
pressed up against my face. I have to admit that Jax being so close
comforts me.
“They are
saying that he committed suicide...” I explain to him.
The others are quiet. Even Bambi is quiet at that moment. She looks down. Jae Jae is comforting Kaysha. I think even the people who didn't know Peter are a little scared. This shit is getting serious. Someone is dead. This wasn't a joke anymore. Things were getting real on this fucking space station and everyone noticed that.
Maybe that's why I am getting emotional at that moment. Maybe that's why the tears are slowly forming all over again.
Damn Mario---get
your shit together!
“Let it out,” Jax tells me almost as though he's reading my mind.
I'm sick at how
it's almost like he sees through me. I'm trying to hold back and
remain cool but the emotion is bubbling the fuck up at that moment.
“He didn't
kill his self! They are lying. There is a motherfucking cover-up
going on and I want to know what the fuck happened to Peter!”
I'm
screaming loud as fuck. I feel strong I feel powerful and then all
of a sudden I break down. I break down with tears remembering all
the times I felt like I had lost out on Jax and Peter was the one
there comforting me. He'd pull me in his room and he's just let me
talk to him. He'd understand. He never judged me for being gay.
For Peter love was love. Peter understood love in a way that I'd never seen before.
And now Peter was the one who was dead.
“I got you,”
Jax tells me, “I'm here...”
For a moment I think
it's all that I need to hear. Jax doesn't give a fuck whose around
either. He doesn't give a fuck that the soon-to-be baby mother is
there or that his DL ex is there. Jax only cares about me right now.
He leans forward and he pulls me close. He holds me there. He hugs
me. He presses his face against my face.
I feel the warm
stubble of his facial hair. His goatee scratches my face softly.
“Jax why don't
you let him talk to his man?” Greg interrupts us, “Don't
you think you out of place bruh?”
I don't know for sure
if Greg is meaning to do it but he seems to straight up ignite Dre.
If Dre wasn't annoyed with how much attention Jax was giving me
before he definitely seems annoyed right now.
“Motherfucka---I
said fall back didn't I?” Dre is saying.
“Dre...”
I start off, “Stop...”
My voice is weak. I
mean I don't want to deal with drama right now. Greg clearly has his
own motivations and he clearly is just attempting to start shit. I
can see it a mile away. And Dre is falling right into that trap.
“Why the fuck is this kid hugging you?” Dre asks at that moment.
“Is this the time?” Bambi asks him.
“Bitch mind
your business for once,” Dre goes off on Bambi, “I'm sick
and tired of this shit. I'm his motherfuckin' boyfriend so this dude
needs to get the fuck off him.”
“Well he stopped
crying in my arms partna...so I must be doing something right,”
Jax replies.
“Your that desperate to try to steal someone's man. What are you boy? Straight? Gay? You so in love with a dude but getting one of his best friend's pregnant. You ain't nothing but a smooth criminal Jax...you just out here trying to get your cake and eat it too. Not on my watch baby boy.”
Dre must have hit a nerve. Maybe him bringing up Kaysha and the whole pregnancy hit a nerve. I notice Jae Jae standing up at that moment. He's clearly there to break them up.
“Man who
the FUCK are you talking to?” Jax asks.
“Ok boys
this isn't the time,” Jae Jae basically mimics Bambi, “Someone
close to Mario just died. If either of ya'll cared about him you
would stop this bullshit here---”
I don't know who
approaches who first. My eyes are filled with tears but at some
point Jax and Dre are damn near chest to chest. They are completely
ignoring what Jae Jae and Bambi are saying. A little bit of chaos
breaks ut with Bambi, Chyna and Kaysha screaming at the boys to calm
down from behind. Jae Jae is the only one in between them attempting
to break them up. Then there is Greg who no doubt is proud of his
handwork for starting a little bit of drama. I have no doubt he's
smirking as he isn't even attempting to tear them apart from each
other.
“Yo admit
the shit. He's clearly still trying to get with Mario!” Greg
replies.
Jax laughs in
Greg's face, “I never said I wasn't...”
Dre shakes his head,
“You a fuckin' man stealer. He thinks he can get with anyone's
lover. First he came after Kaysha now he's coming after
Jax...hugging him all close and shit man. What the fuck! Bitch!
Not on my fucking time!”
“I can't steal your man
if he didn't want to be stolen.”
Dre is looking over at
me questioning.
Jax looks like
he's moments away from hitting Dre.
Jae Jae is
attempting to break it up.
The girls are screaming.
Greg is laughing.
All this chaos just causes me to fucking snap. I don't know what causes it but I just go the fuck off and raise my voice.
“I don't
give a flying FUCK bout your petty ass soap opera BULLSHIT!” I
start going off, “My fucking friend just died...dumbasses!
Someone killed him. I don't give a fuck what no doctor has to say
about it. He died because he knew something. He figured out why the
fuck we are lost in space and why the fuck we are all going to
suffocate out here once we run out of the oxygen supplies. So do I
give a fuck about this romance shit. FUCK NO! I got other shit to
worry about.”
They aren't used to me going off like
that. Jax has done it. Jae Jae has done it. Dre has gone off
before too. I was the one who didn't go off though. I always use my
mind. I never used my emotion. All that shit was out of the window
now.
Things were so different. Things were so wrong.
I avoid being around everyone for the next couple of days. I spend my time locked in my room. The only person I allow to come around me is Jae Jae. He brings me food. He cleans my sheets and takes my clothes to get washed.
He brings me messages from both Dre and Jax. They are apologies about what happened after Peter died. I feel like both of them are sincere about it. Both of them have reasons to be. Personally though right now I'm not in the mood for any of that shit.
“He really wants to see you,” Jae Jae tells me one day.
I don't even ask
who “he” is. He could be talking about Jax or Jae Jae
for all I'm concerned. I can't worry about that right now.
“Jae Jae I
can't talk about a relationship right now. Don't you get it? We are
about to die in space...” I explain to him.
“So what you
going to do? You going to lock yourself in your room?”
“Jae
Jae---”
“No,” Jae Jae responds, “How
about commit suicide like Peter? You just going to die of
depression?”
“Peter DIDN'T commit suicide.”
Jae
Jae shrugs a little bit, “Then how did he die? Who would kill
him?”
“What if someone on this ship...wanted to do
us harm?” I explain.
Jae Jae looks over at me.
“Boy...fuck
are you talking about?”
“What if none of this was
an accident Jae Jae?” I ask him, “What if someone on this
ship did this to us? Maybe Captain LaPerla...”
Jae Jae
raises an eyebrow.
“You found
my drug supply haven't you? You need to keep away from that stuff,”
Jae Jae responds, “It's not for everybody.”
He is
dead serious as he is sitting here and thinking that I'm on drugs.
“Listen,”
I say sitting up on the bed at that moment, “Jae Jae. I'm not
on drugs. I promise you I'm not. It's just...yo...ok. I been
sitting here for the past couple of days in the darkness and I came
up with a hypothesis.”
“Hypothesis?”
Jae Jae asks, “You such a fuckin' nerd. This isn't elementary
school. You don't have to make volcanoes explode and do that
scientific method shit. The STAFF is here to figure out where we
are, why we got here and even what happened to Peter. Leave that to
the professionals.”
“The Captain
is HIDING shit!” I tell Jae Jae, “Didn't you say there
was an explosion or something in the supply room before we were
sucked into the worm hole?”
“So what? Maybe
something malfunctioned because of the wormhole.”
“Or
maybe the wormhole was caused by that explosion,” I argue.
Jae Jae looks at me,
“That's your hypothesis?”
“Shit...it's the
only one I can think of at this moment,” I explain to Jae Jae,
“Don't roll your eyes. Jae Jae! Don't roll your eyes man. I
been thinking about this shit for days yo...”
Jae Jae
sighs deeply, “Ok. So there an explosion. You're smart man.
Too smart to think an explosion on a space station has anything to do
with a fuckin' wormhole. I failed astronomy and I can put that
together.”
“What if it was exotic matter?”
“Fuck
is that?” Jae Jae asks.
“It is a
hypothetical concept of matter that violates the laws of physics. It
is used in speculative theories, such as on the construction of
wormholes...”
Jae Jae stares at me blankly, “Da
Fuh---”
I have to simplify it for him, “Exotic
matter can create wormholes.”
“Oh. Why don't you
just say that bruh...confusing me and shit. You know I smoke dope,”
Jae Jae responds.
“Jae Jae
focus. What if there was exotic matter in the supply room?”
“Where
the fuck do you get exotic matter from?”
“It...doesn't
exist...”
“So...we are talking about something
that doesn't exist.”
I sigh a little bit, “That's
the only thing.”
“So we are talking about
imaginary shit?”
I sigh a little bit.
Exotic matter is impossible. We don't have the technology for it. It doesn't exist on Earth. It's...an impossible thing. Jae Jae is asking me the simplest questions and is making me sound all of a sudden so dumb. My hypothesis is going to shit right before my eyes.
“Yeah...imaginary,”
I tell him.
Jae Jae sighs and grunts a little bit after word as though closing the matter completely as nonsense.
“Ok...maybe
you should do drugs. I got some exotic matter for you bruh. I call
it---Cali Kush. It's right under my bed. It's the last of my batch
and I was saving it until we run out of oxygen or fuel on the space
station...but this is a good time as ever to spark up...”
Jae
Jae proceeds to his bed to start rolling up a blunt. I shake my
head.
“Man
nevermind.”
I don't see what the point of even talking
to Jae Jae is. He doesn't understand me. He thinks I'm talking a
bunch of bullshit. Maybe he thinks I'm crazy.
I start walking out.
Jae Jae calls up after me, “Where the hell you going man?
Mario---Mario! Mario...you trying to say you don't want to hit this?
MARIO!”
I wander around the school trying to clear up my head and get my thoughts together. I've been thinking about this. Jae Jae probably thinks I'm fucking crazy. He probably thinks I've lost and it sitting here talking about Exotic matter. Hell another word for exotic matter was imaginary mass. The word imaginary was right in the fucking title. And I'm sitting here thinking this shit is real.
I might have
been losing it.
I wander around for so long and find myself in the bathroom on the first floor. I don't know what I'm doing. I'm hiding. I'm crying.
And an embarrassment goes over me. The door of the bathroom opens and I immediately sit completely quiet because I'm embarrassed that I've been sitting here crying like a fucking kid.
Just at that moment I hear a voice.
“Pia wants us to go insert some cameras in his room, whether you like it or not,” a voice says.
I don't
recognize the voice but all of a sudden I'm listening confused that
the person is talking about Pia.
“Hold up...let me make sure no one is in here...” another voice says.
This voice I do
recognize.
Dre.
What
the fuck is Dre doing talking to this guy?
Dre must be peering
under the stalls to make sure he doesn't see any feet. I don't know
what causes me to do this but I kick up my feet. What the fuck is
Dre talking to this boy about? What the fuck is he going in
about?
I stay completely still making sure that Dre
doesn't hear me.
“It's clear,” Dre tells the other boy.
I look through
the small hole in the bathroom. I've seen the boy before. He's one
of Pia's little hall monitors. A student that works under her. Ever
since Pia became class President she's been working with these kids.
I knew Dre was one of them but I assumed he would quit after Jax told
him he could.
Why was Dre still working for Pia and talking
to Pia's people?
“We need to install the cameras
tomorrow...”
“Why can't the staff do it? If the
LaPerla's want to spy on him so bad why can't they just fucking do
it?”
I'm struggling. Who the fuck did the LaPerla's
want to spy on?
“You know students are really suspicious
of the staff after they shooting last year. It'll just be easier if
you did it Dre,” the boy tells him.
“Tell Pia to
get someone else.”
“She says it has to be you.
She trusts you...”
Pia trusts Dre?
Dre looks annoyed.
“Listen to me closely. Jax wants to fuck my boyfriend. I
don't think I am the one who should be sneaking spy equipment into
his fucking apartment.”
I put my hand around my mouth to
keep from gasping. Pia was trying to spy on Jax!
“It has to be
done...maybe you can sneak it in his room when he's not
around.”
“He's dangerous,” Dre tells the
boy.
“Clearly.
That's why we have to do it.”
“The LaPerlas should
just kill him now. What are they waiting on?”
“They
are waiting to see what he's up to.”
“The longer we
wait the worst things will get. He needs to die...he needs to die
NOW!”
Dre is so passionate about it. My heart is
beating so heavy that I swear that they'll discover me.
“Dre...once we
get what we need from him, I promise you Pia is going to take him
out. The LaPerlas have a bullet with his name waiting on
it.”
“Fine. I'll do it. I'll go put the cameras
up now. He's in the gym. I can crack through his door no problem.
I learned a thing or two in Compton.”
The two laugh at
that moment and begin to talk a little lower. The whispers trail off
and before I know it Dre and his little friend are out of the
bathroom.
And my mind is fucking blown at that moment.
The LaPerlas
want to kill Jax.
Knock! Knock!
Knock!
“Jax...”
It's
later that night. I got to Jax's room. He answers the door with
nothing but a towel around his waist. I have to admit I almost lose
my train of thought seeing him there. Jax has some thick sexy
nipples that are fully erect. He answers the door with a full white
smile and smells so clean. There is steam coming from inside of the
apartment. It's clear he hoped out of the shower to see me.
He looks down at
me at the door dripping wet. His wet body is so...perfect. I can't
deny it. Fuck he's sexy as hell.
“I wasn't
expecting you,” he laughs, “I just got out of the shower.
I was at the gym with Greg...”
“Is Greg here?”
I ask him.
Jax shakes his
head, “Naw...he is out with Chyna? Don't ask. He said
something about relieving some stress. Whatever...”
“Good
I wanted to talk to you alone.”
“Oh hold that
thought. Let me go dry off and we can sit down and have a talk. I
wanted to talk to you as well man.”
Jax disappears at
that moment. He leaves and goes into the bathroom.
I am looking around the apartment trying to see if I see any cameras. Did Dre install them already? Why the fuck were the LaPerlas spying on Jax. What the fuck could Jax possibly be capable of? I didn't understand it at that moment but I realized I was looking around.
I can hear Jax's
voice from the bathroom.
“So I
wanted to tell you I was sorry about the other day.”
“It's
ok. I was just emotional,” I explain from the next room loud
enough so that he can hear.
“I was
trying to be there for you,” Jax explains, “That dude
Dre...he just pushes my buttons man! I know you don't want to hear
this but I don't trust him!”
“You're not the only
one...”
“What was that?” Jax screams out...
“Nothing...can
you hurry up Jax. I have to talk to you about something really
important.”
I'm looking in the corner of the living room
at that moment.
“I have to talk to you about something important too...” Jax states.
Jax is standing
behind me. I turn slightly but before I can turn too much I realize
that Jax is NAKED. He's butt naked. He's still dripping wet. His
body presses up against my body. His naked wet body begins to soak
my clothes without giving a slight fuck.
I look at his knees and see the towel he had tied around his waist, sunk around his ankles. His manhood is getting harder and harder as he holds me from the back.
“Jax this is
important,” I tell him, “It can't wait.”
“I
know...”
“Wait what are you talking about?”
“You
need to leave him,” Jax explains.
Fuck. I should
have known. Jax is holding me tight at that moment. He keeps me
close. His warm body presses up against me.
“Jax...”
I start off but immediately feel his soft lips pressing up against my
neck, “Jax wait...stop...stap...stahhhppppp....oh fuck
yes...”
I don't know how it happens but Jax has lowered
my pants. He's standing up behind me. He has spread my ass cheeks
and is now on his knees. He bites the smalls of my back slowly and
makes his way lower and lower. His kisses get deeper and deeper.
His tongue is in my asshole before I know it. I moan in excitement. My world is turned around when I feel him begin licking at my asshole. He allows his wet tongue to penetrate me deeply until I feel my toes curling in my shoes. I am standing in the living room letting out a deep sigh of emotion.
“Jax we need to worry about bigger issues not besides this,” I explain to him.
“I can't
promise you we will ever get back to Earth,” he explains to me,
“Chances are we won't. But right now that doesn't matter to
me.”
“Jax we need to FOCUS...”
Jax
could care less about any bigger issue. Right now he just wants to
be with me. Right now as he leans me up against the nearest wall and
makes my back arch towards him so I'm pressed up against his abdomen,
I feel an intense happiness.
I feel completion.
“I can't
promise you we'll grow old together. I can't figure out the Earth
with you...”
He thrusts in me. His huge dick causes my
body to quake. His stroke isn't forceful. It isn't rushed. It's
like he is calculating...sending his dick to the parts of me that he
knows will have me leaving scratch marks on his wall.
“FUCKKK!”
I'm moaning as he enters me raw. His deep shaft fills me up. His
tongue runs around along my back.
“If you leave
him...I'll do this for you...everyday...under the stars...” he
explains to me, “And when we run out of oxygen...we'll kiss
together. And both of our lasts breaths will be of one another. So
tell me you'll leave him. Tell me you'll leave Dre...tomorrow.”
I
couldn't say no to Jax.
“I will.
Oh Gawd...I will...”
I'm panting as he pins me to the wall and long strokes me until I feel every curve and vein on his dick.
And when I attempt to breathe out of my mouth he covers his mouth with his and LITERALLY takes away my breath.
I wake up in the middle of the night. Jax is asleep beside me. His body pins mine as he sleeps over me. He keeps me warm in his arms even though we are completely naked. For a few seconds I outline his strong abdominal muscles with my finger. I run over his hard abs and watch as they raise and lower from his light breathing. This man looks so peaceful and I swear as I look at him that I'm falling in love with him every single time.
He's becoming my
world.
No.
Bigger than
that.
He's becoming my
universe.
And I had to have that discussion with Dre. I had to figure out a way to tell him. And maybe that's what is causing me to stay up late right. I'm sitting here wondering how I was going to break this news to Dre.
That is when I see the tiny red light flash in the distance.
It's in the upper right hand corner of the room. There are speakers there but I never saw a speaker with a tiny flashing right light on it. I didn't notice the tiny light when the lights were on but in the darkness I do notice it. I get up at that moment making sure not to bother Jax as he sleeps.
I take a chair and climb up on it. As I climb the chair...sure enough I pull out a camera.
What the fuck,
Dre?
Really?
Just at that moment the light clicks on.
“Yo what
the fuck are you doing man!” a voice says.
It's not Jax. It's Greg. Greg has turned on the light in the living room. He probably isn't talking about Jax who is startled and wakes up butt naked. He isn't even talking about the fact that I'm butt naked as well. Greg is talking about me holding the camera.
“Wait...I can explain,” I tell him.
Greg must
realize what is happening. He looks over at Jax. Jax is standing in
the living room looking awkward. The only thing covering up his dick
are his two hands. He clenches at his dick with all his strength to
hide it from being seen.
Greg shakes his
head clearly bothered.
“You mind
telling me what's going on here?” Greg asks Jax, “You
guys fucking again?”
Jax looks awkward, “That's
none of your business Greg. Weren't you supposed to be at Chyna's
fucking her or something?”
Greg shakes his head, “Oh
you're right. It's none of my business. So what about your little
fuck buddy holding a camera.”
“He's not my fuck
buddy. Stop being rude bro...” Jax explains.
That's when Jax actually does the cutest thing I think anyone ever did. He walks over to me and makes sure that he stands in front of me so that my naked body isn't as exposed as his. Even in this weird ass predicament with me holding a camera in his apartment he is still protecting me.
And this seems to enrage Greg even more once Jax takes all of the embarrassment onto himself by blocking Greg's view of my naked body.
Greg shakes his
head, “FUCK! What's he doing putting up cameras?”
“I
didn't put it up,” I explain.
“Then who
did?” Greg asks, “You fuckin liar.”
“Yo
watch your mouth Greg,” Jax defends me, “Don't play with
me.”
“This dude is setting up cameras in your apartment like some obsessed boyfriend and you are cool with that? You going off on me? Really?” Greg asks.
Greg is pissed off.
I can tell.
“I know what it looks like but it isn't
me,” I explain, “It's Pia.”
I don't want to
sell out Dre. Even though I know he has to have been the one to
actually put it in here I don't want to sell him out. Me saying this
definitely seems to get Jax and Greg's attention though. They both
look at me with curious faces.
Greg raises an
eyebrow, “What? That shit doesn't even make sense.”
“She's
spying on Jax,” I explain.
“Good try,”
Greg said rolling his eyes, “Pia is over Jax the day she found
out he was gay. I know that for a fact. If she has done petty shit
it's only out of hate for you. She could care less about Jax.”
“I
don't think it's about romance. I think Captain LaPerla wants to
keep an eye out for Jax. I think she's afraid of him...”
Greg
gets quiet.
Jax gets quiet.
It's Greg who
looks at me with the most suspicious look, “And why...is
that?”
You would think I was making this all up to Greg.
He doesn't trust me. He doesn't believe a word that is coming out
of my mouth.
“They
might be spying on me...” Jax suggests.
Greg and I look at Jax. He knows something. He is clearly thinking.
“Why?”
“The
Mars trip,” Jax explains, “It was me who told them what
happened on the Mars trip. No one else said anything. Everyone was
too scared to tell them how we survived that long.”
More
silence.
“Jax how did you survive?” I ask.
“I don't want
you to get involved with this Mario,” he warns me, “I
believe you though. I don't think Captain LaPerla trusts me. I'm
not sure why me out of everyone else but maybe it's because I'm the
one who said something about the trip. The others came up with a
convenient case of amnesia. I don't want to tell you...”
Greg
looks over at Mario.
“I think
you owe both of us an explanation,” Greg suggests.
“I don't owe you shit Greg,” Jax tells him.
“Jax...please,”
I suggest.
Jax isn't as
strong minded when he comes to me. I take his hands from covering
his dick and put them around my waist. I press up against him. I
look in his eyes.
If I can have even a fraction of the
effect on him that he has on me then the closeness will make him
work. The closeness will make him tell me what happened on the Mars
trip.
“You don't
want to know man...”
“Jax.”
“I'll
tell you...but you won't believe me,” Jax explains.
“Jax just tell
me.”
Jax looks at me. He looks at Greg. He's so
nervous. He's breathing heavy. He's sweating.
Then he whispers a
few words that shake me to my spine, “We were taken...”
“Taken
by … who?”
Jax continues to breathe, “We
are...not alone.”
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