Wishing on the Water (Water Series Book 1) by Elizabeth York Page B

we need to talk.” I was strangely affected when I saw Jax smile. Whatever she had said had made him happy, and I couldn’t fathom why until he spoke again. “Ok, Vanessa. I love you too. I will see you tomorrow.” With that he hung up, and I flipped out.
    “ Get out!” I screamed. Rage was filling my veins and I felt sick to my stomach. I ran to the bathroom and crumbled to the floor in front of the toilet. It wasn’t a minute later that Jax was standing in the doorway. “You have to leave. I need you gone.” I pleaded.
    “ Tell me why,” Jax replied, crossing his arms.
    “ You just have to go. Go home to her.” I pleaded, as a tear fell from my eye.
    “ Candy-” Jax began to speak, but I cut him off with more tears and screaming.
    “ I hate you, Jax,” I screamed and he walked inside the bathroom. He picked me up off the floor and carried me into the bedroom. He held me tightly to him as I cried harder than I had cried in months. It was a relief to get it out, but the new pain that followed was gut wrenching. I had cost my friendship with Jax, and allowed him to think he was better off without me. Were we better off without each other?
    He sat me on the bed and grabbed the trash can and set it in front of me in case I puked. I watched as he pulled the chair from the desk and sat in it facing me. I had seen him and Chase do this with interrogations. I don’t know that I was ready to answer the question he surely had for me.
    “ Why?” Jax asked, and my emotional well was filling up again. If he didn’t leave I was going to shoot off like a rocket. I could not control my words and actions anymore. I was seriously regretting the decision I made to go get drinks.
    “ Jax, please go. I can’t be around you,” I pleaded.
    “ Candy, I am not leaving till you tell me why you hate me. What did I do? Is this because I have someone?” Jax asked, as I hit my breaking point.
    “ I hate you because you love her. I hate you because you are happy. I hate you because it’s not fair that everyone has moved on; but, if I do, it disrespects Chase. I hate you because you were my friend and Chase’s partner and you are still here while he is gone; but, most of all, I hate you because I love you.”
    I ran into the bathroom crying so hard that I was dry heaving. I didn’t mean to tell him all that. I didn’t even know all of that had been boiling up, until the words left my lips. As I calmed my cries, I listened and heard the door shut. I closed my eyes feeling thankful he had left, but I felt alone and depressed instantly.
    I cleaned myself up and took a shower. I don’t know why Jax emits such strong emotions from me, but he does. What I feel with Andrew as my friend is nothing compared to what I feel for Jax. Maybe it is longevity; and, one day in twenty years, I will feel that way with Andrew.
    I took the robe off the back of the door and put it on as I exited the bathroom, feeling like I had been hit by an emotional truck. When I stepped around the corner, Jax was still in the chair. He was staring at the bed and didn’t look up at me.
    “ Please leave,” I begged.
    Jax looked over at me with an emotionless mask on his face. I went over and snagged a water off of the tray of alcohol, water bottles and snacks that had been delivered, and climbed into the bed. I pulled the comforter up over me and stacked the pillows to get comfortable. I tried to wait him out; I tried to make a point, but the jet lag and alcohol won, so I drifted off to sleep.
     

     
     
    I woke up a few hours later, and saw the clock said 6:52a.m. I was late. I jumped out of bed, feeling my hangover behind my eyes. I ran for the shower. I took the quickest, coldest shower of my life. I put on a sweater dress and my fuzzy knee high boots. It wasn’t the greatest outfit, but it would do.
    I heard a knock on the door and yelled “two minutes” to Andrew, who I assumed was knocking. I threw on make-up and grabbed my notes. I ran for the