When Past & Present Collide: WP&PC by Sarah Hardy Page B

to be centre of attention. No, I wanted to hide in the back ground but Frank’s plans bought me to light. A light in a way, which could have gotten us to where we are now.
    Some peo ple may think I deserve this and in a way I do.
    But do Sammy and Jacob?
    No. O h, God, fuck, Sammy. Please let him be safe and alive. I would trade my soul for him, take a bullet, even swap places as long as that fucker doesn’t touch a single hair on his precious head.
    I’m a mess. My body has developed the shakes now and I can see him everywhere if I just reach out , but then he disappears. Shit, how can I survive this?
    I can see the drip sticking out of my arm; I don’t even remember it being there. I don’t remember much anymore.
    What day is it? Who are these people that come in and pretend to smile towards me? I don’t need them here. Fuck that, I don’t want them here.
    I need Jacob and Sammy and the rest can fuck off.
    My mind has blanked out, I’m lost. I can’t even think for myself. I know there are things I need to do.
    But what?
    The burning feeling in my body is back. There is something happening but for the love of me I don’t remember.
    Where am I? I try to look around but my neck feels so heavy on my shoulders since my headache refuses to move. Why do I have a headache?
    I remember going to work on Monday morning then everything blanked out. Is there something or somewhere I need to be? Should I be working? My days are a blur.
     
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    Jacob
         I had to get out of the house. I know I promised not to leave her side, but Christ she doesn’t even recognise me anymore.
    My everything is crumbling all around me and I just can’t sit back and watch the world pull us apart.
    What hurts the most are the lies. Still, after all we’ve been through. She lies to me. Heck, I thought we had got past all the damn lies.
    She went behind my back and seeked the ultimate revenge on Matthew , even though I had asked her time and time again to leave the past in the past. If he is behind this, I will kill him with my bare hands. But seriously, I have doubts. I know Matthew Stone unfortunately, and in all honesty I know he wouldn’t do this to us.
    There was a time back at the hospital when I wanted to get revenge on him myself, but most of it was lies. Lies that cost me everything. Okay yes , Ella did spy on my company for him, but when we got together she wanted out and he wouldn’t let her. But deep down in my gut something is telling me to look elsewhere. Somewhere closer to home.
    I’m looking, fucking trust me. But who would do this to us?
    Frank? N ot a hope in hell's chance. Jesus, he loves Ella and Sammy like they’re his own. Beth? I shake my head. Christ, what am I thinking? Beth is his godmother; she wouldn’t touch a hair on his precious head. So that leaves, Taylor? The shivers run through my core. Would Taylor do this to us? Fuck, I screamed. Shit, how can I think so low of Taylor? After all he does for us. He loves Ella and Sammy there’s no way. So that just leaves the staff, and let’s face it, it’s more than their job’s worth.
    Everything just stems to Matthew , and the only reason I could justify that he would want to seek revenge is because of that damn takeover. She promised me she wouldn’t and she lied again.
    I wish I could walk away, but then what?
    My entire life is at the very end of this road.
    I glance up as I notice my dad sit next to me. He pats my leg, “I’m sorry for following son, it’s just… Well your mum and I are terribly worried about you and Ella. Where’s her fight gone? I remember her tough exterior wall she had not too long ago.” I laugh nervously, “boy, dad. You do pick your moments. I remember there was a time when you were dead set against her.” He nodded, “Touché, son. What can I say? I’m stuck in my ways. Honestly son, I thought she was after you for your money.” I laugh at how ironic it was. Seriously Ella was richer than my parents and my dad was