Hunter was on the ground, or roof if you want to get technical with Amelia. He missed being with her, He knew that he was a shitty boyfriend, but he could fix that right? But they were close, really close, the closest they have been since that horrible night. He felt great, then he remembered the things he had done, the things he had started, then he broke away. "I love you Amelia, There is nothing I love more then you." he paused. "But I screwed up, badly. I mean you saw what Adelisa is going through, I caused that! Me! ... I need to fix that."

Hunter stood up and hugged Amelia. "I... I want to thank you for giving me a chance... despite the horrible mistakes I have made. I promise I will do better, but the next step too doing that is to fix things with Adelisa as well." He let go and looked Amelia in the eyes. "If Delilah kills me, I want you too know that I love you, and I would do anything for you." He gave Amelia one final hug before he started limping to the stairwell.

He stopped once at the door, then turned to face Amelia. "...I am still am having trouble with stairs... can you please help me down?"

Amelia rolled her eyes when Hunter broke their kiss. Of course now he would come to his senses and use his brain after Amelia had already attacked him. She watched him limp off a little dramatically if she did say so herself then as he turned around and asked for her help Amelia smirked and stood up. She dusted herself off and with a yank of her ponytail let her blonde curls fall.

"Hunter, you ever drive drunk again and you won't have to worry about Lila killing you," She said with a soft giggle before proceeding to help him down the stairs. When they reached the elevator she pressed the seventh floor and waited to hear the bell ring for their stop. Amelia couldn't hold grudges. She had learned not to hold a grudge because you never know when it's the last time you will see someone. Amelia walked next to Hunter but stopped once she reached their condo door. "I'll be at the beach, I'll see you later. Lila has a mean right hook." Amelia said with a soft smile to hopefully lighten the mood before turning to walk back toward the elevators.

Hunter smiled as Amelia left, "Thank you... For everything." He loved that girl. He had a lot of things he had to fix though. He caused a lot of problems and they needed fixing. If there was one thing Hunter thought he could do was fix things, or fuck it up and make it worse but he was going to ignore that part for now.

He grabbed the modified card from his pocket and was about to swipe it, then he stopped. Probably wasn't the best idea to keep using the card. He put the card away and braced himself for what was to come. He was more then likely getting punched, or yelled at, or worse. Though he knew he deserved all of it. He worked up the courage to knock on the door. *Thud Thud thud*. His arm slid off the door after the last knock. He had no idea who was going to open the door, or what was going to happen. But it was time to face it. It was time to finish what he started.

Adelisa nodded as Lila talked and smiled. She said "go to Jareth. I'm gonna be a-okay." She knew Lila cared about her and she knew Amelia would forgive her eventually, but right now she wanted to wash off the entire night. It wasn't that she felt worse or anything at all. In fact, she felt numb. Her entire being felt numb. As soon as Delilah left her, she walked to the bathroom and took a shower. She needed to wash off the night's events and the feeling of violation she always felt when her control was taken from her. She looked down at the tattoo on her calf and smiled.

The tattoo was her mother's name in ribbon under a pink rose. Her mother's favorite flower was the rose and she died of breast cancer. It was easier to look at it and remember the pain of getting the tattoo instead of mourning her mother's death. It was the pain that kept her going because she atleast felt something. Her mind went to another tattoo design and she made the decision to go get another one tomorrow. Why not? It was vacation and she could do what she wanted.

As she stepped out, she heard thudding from outside and went to go see what it was. Wrapping a towel around herself, she opened the door to see Hunter standing there. Her eyebrow rose and she crossed her arms across her chest. "You seem better than the last time I saw you. Then again, all I saw was your lips so I guess this is a vast improvement."

Hunter sighed, he deserved that. And more, he was kinda glad it was just that though. Truth be told he was expecting Delilah and was hoping to work his way up to Adelisa. Now there is a slight change in plans. What could he say with out sounding like a total ass hole?!

Hunter stood speechless for a moment, unable to muster up words. He exhaled and began to speak. "I'm sorry... For everything. I am a total fuck up, truth be told I think I would fuck up breathing if it wasn't instinct. I mean I fucked things up with driving a rust bucket, I fucked things up with Amelia, More then likely I fucked things up with Delilah, I fucked things up with Grant, Maybe Jared too. I wouldn't be surprised if I did..." He made eye contact with Adelisa. "One of the things I fucked up most was with you, I was... I am weak..." He broke eye contact. "I was pissed off when I saw Amelia with the other guy, and I saw Grant with the blond and I thought there was a connection there. I don't know if that was the alcohol or the fact I was emotionally unfocused or what..." He attempted to make eye contact again. "That gave me no right too do what I did. None at all. I'm sorry for starting things, and making them more complicated... I'm sorry I tried to kick in your door... I'm sorry I made you feel used... I'm sorry that I used you too fuel my anger..." Tears started going down his face. "I'm sorry I pushed you too..." He stopped. he couldn't bring himself to say it. "...I'm sorry..." He wiped the tears away from his face. "Look... I'll leave you alone, I'll avoid you as best I can for the rest the vacation, I change up my class schedule. Just... Understand I know I screwed up... and I don't expect you too forgive me, but I am trying too fix things now... I'm not doing the best job but I'm hoping I can make it better someday."

Hunter turned to walk back to his Condo, then he stopped and drew out a key card. "And I'v been using this too get into your guys Condo... I'll stop doing that too." He gave the card to Adelisa. "I hope your vacation is still enjoyable..." Then he left to go back to his room.

Delilah gave Adelisa a smile and a big hug. "I love you so much, Dela, no matter what happens. Never for get that." She waved to her friend and left the room. She walked to the balcony and was speechless at the gorgeous sunset. The sky was starting to fill with the pinks, oranges and yellows, and the sun was slowly descending as if trying to hide behind the ocean. She scanned the nearby surroundings and her eyes fell upon Jareth laying down in one of the beach chairs of their condo. Lila decided to run to her room and take a quick shower, making sure she was clean and fresh for what she was sure would be happening between her and Jar later. She picked out her best lingerie (after all, everything pointed for a rekindling night, so might as well go all out), put on the same clothes she had been wearing (because, what the hell, they were still clean) showered herself in perfume and left the room with just her room key. Her cel wouldn't be of much use anyway.

She was walking towards her boyfriend with an excited smile when she felt it slide off her face at the sight of Jareth talking to another girl that was sitting in the beach chair next to his. She was completely Jar's type: modified, piercings, tattoos all over a petite body, goth-style bikini and punk-emo black and red hair. The girl was everything Lila was not, and in that moment she wandered how had she even gotten Jar's attention in the first place with them being so different. The jealousy monster was growling and baring its teeth menacingly inside of her, desperate to mark her rightful territory. At any other moment, she would have marched purposely towards them and shout endless curses at the girl, but she didn't need a fight with Jareth after having just gained him back. It was one of the things she'd learned and continued to work with in therapy: control your emotions, don't let them take hold of you, love yourself as you are.

Instead of causing a scene and jumping into conclusions, Lila watched the scene play out. Ugh, just the girl's body language made her want to set things on fire, but again Lila remained where she was. Jar was smiling, but whatever he had said to the girl caused her to say something back at him and storm off. Even from her distance, she saw his smile widen and the lovely sound of his chuckles reached her ears. The monster in Lila's chest purred in contentment.

But, of course, Lila needed to have the last word. Always.

"Hi!" Lila called out to the girl with a wave. The girl stopped in her tracks and gave her a questioning look, as if trying her hardest to place her. "Hey." she replied, evidently still struggling to think about where, and if, she'd seen or met her before.

"Oh my gosh, you have such beautiful tattoos!" Lila exclaimed in false excitement, pointing at the girl's many tattoos. "They are truly a work of art!" That last bit was true. Goth Girl's tats were absolutely amazing pieces.

Goth Girl smirked at Lila in a way that told her she'd evidently been complimented in that way too many times to count or care. "Thanks! You have any tattoos?" the girl asked Lila, crossing her arms across her chest and giving her a curious look.

Lila smiled wickedly at her. "Actually, I do," she told her, extending her left hand and pointing to the stars in her wrist so the girl could see. "You see these stars? I get one every time I get a new assault charge for beating up a girl that flirts with my man." Lila looked up straight at the girls eyes with a menacing scowl, her face dead serious. "So, unless you want to become the victim of star number six, I suggest you stay away from my boyfriend. Do you understand me, or do I need to make myself clearer?"

The girl gave her a revolted look then hurried away as fast as she could, but not before Lila heard her mutter 'Crazy psycho bitch' under her breath and shake her head. Lila giggled, surprised that her bullshit story had actually worked, and with raised spirits walked to where Jar was. He was looking absolutely handsome with the sunlight illuminating his slightly muscled body, the tattoos Lila had spent endless nights tracing with her fingers (and her tongue, in certain areas), his silky black hair.

Lila took the seat the goth girl had left and turned to Jar with the same expression and body position as her. "Hey there, handsome," she told him seductively, biting her lip for an exaggerated effect. "Did it hurt much when you fell from heaven? 'Cause you look like a damn angel, boo."

Just when Jar had closed his eyes once again, a familiar voice lit up the night. Good thing he had decided to be an ass, because Delilah had seen the entire exchange with the pretty punk girl. She spoke with venom in her words, a venom that Jar recognized all too well, the same kind she had tried to poison him with in all of their fights. Some days he hated how jealous she was, sometimes it was endearing, but most days it wasn’t. Luckily, he wasn’t in a mood to be bothered today, it was vacation and he was going to damn well enjoy it.

Delilah pointed out the single tattoo she had, the grouping of five stars on her wrist that Jareth had ink on her himself. It took a lot of convincing to get Avi, the tattooist Jar apprenticed under, to let him tattoo a real person, but he managed to get permission in the end. Not only that, but Avi was impressed with his work on Delilah, impressed enough to let him try out a few other simple designs on willing customers. Once the punk girl left, thoroughly convinced that Lila was a crazy person, Lila headed over to him and sat in the beach chair beside his.

“Hey there, handsome” Delilah said in a remarkably similar fashion to the goth girl. Jar looked over at her, his eyes still a little squinty. The rays of the setting sun caught in her freshly showered hair, making her look absolutely radiant. “Did it hurt much when you fell from heaven? ‘Cause you look like a damn angel, boo.” she said in a sultry voice. Wasn’t it supposed to be his job to butter her up with awful pick-up lines? Well, she wasn’t much for following rules, not since the first night they met and she bought him a drink on her own birthday. Despite the rule-breaking, actually, because of the rule-breaking, Jar offered her a beaming smile.

“Hurt? Nah, falling is the most fun an angel can have. How else would I have found you? Plus, what we do to each other isn’t really smiled upon by ‘the big guy’.” As if Jareth had ever given a shit about what God thought, or any religion in general. If there were deities, Jar wouldn’t believe that there was only one, so he leaned more towards studying the Viking gods, albeit atheistically. Jar sat up from the chair and wiggled his brows suggestively at her. He cupped Delilah’s cheeks in his hands and kissed her lips like he’d been longing to for the past however many hours. When their lips separated and Jar opened his eyes, he spoke. “You know, we never did get to dance earlier… how about we brush up on those lessons we took?” They had taken classical dancing lessons together in an attempt to look good at her parents’ Christmas party… which turned out to be a huge failure; they hated him on sight no matter how cute he looked in his ugly sweater or how good of a dancer he had become. Lila remarked that there wasn’t music anymore, to which Jar replied “In my head, there’s always music. Just follow my lead.” Lila giggled and smiled wide when he twirled her around and danced barefoot in the sand with her.

“How’s Addy?” he asked with genuine care, although he figured she must be doing okay for Lila to be down here dancing with him.

Adelisa smiled at Hunter and said "go find Amelia and stop apologizing to someone whose already forgiven you." She looked across the hall, thinking about Grant, before looking back at Hunter. "Don't regret your decisions anymore, okay?" she said softly. It was hard to think about Grant now. Everyone was finding their happiness and she was slowly losing hers. Maybe this was her rock bottom? Though it didn't make much sense…

She looked at Hunter and said "if-if you are going in there, can you tell Grant that I'd like to talk to him? If not tonight, then maybe some other time?" She smiled encouragingly, batting her eyes innocently and saying "I'll forgive you forever and ever." Amusement filled her eyes after what she said.

Once in his room, Grant fell ungainly into his bed, eyes fixed on the ceiling. He noted through a comfortable haze that his mind was pretty much gone. That was good. No thinking of the bad things, like- he shut off that sentence. No bad things. He continued to stare up at the plain white ceiling, no thoughts in his head. It was pleasant. Grant felt at peace, or at least calm. He rolled over and fell asleep in minutes. He'd have a killer headache tomorrow, but at least he was getting through tonight somehow.

Amelia sat on the end of a beach chair; her feet buried in the sand. She wondered how she could smile and act so happy, but to herself she was weak. Amelia had not even told her best friends just how depressed she was. She was tired of hiding, tired of running. She did forgive Hunter, she loved Hunter. But she did not know how well this would work out. She wanted to try. She would gve it all she had. Amelia ran a hand through her messy curls. Amelia had gotten herself into some trouble before leaving for vacation, and as she stared at the message from a blocked number that said "We need to talk" Milli let out a deep sigh. Milli had borrowed money from some well-known drug lords to pay for her college because we was maxed out on loans from banks. When the first payment was due Milli was short 200 dollars.

She remembered that night. The torture she want through. They gave her an ultimatum- death or a favor. She had no option. She was raped. Amelia had hid the entire incident because if she told anyone else she was also putting them in danger. Amelia was scared to go back to college, they knew her schedule. And what made it one-thousand times worse was that the drug lord was attracted to her so much he wanted her to be his. Amelia held the power button until the cell phone screen went black. She was done thinking about that for tonight. She needed to enjoy her vacation before it was time for reality to set in once again; dead-end job, expensive cost of living, the loan sharks after her.. It was all too much to deal with.

Amelia

Jar offered Lila one of his gorgeous beaming smiles, and Lila's heart did a little somersault in her chest. “Hurt? Nah, falling is the most fun an angel can have. How else would I have found you? Plus, what we do to each other isn’t really smiled upon by ‘the big guy’.”

It was Lila's turn to beam, and she did so with suggestive raised eyebrows. Jar was totally right. Their fights had caused each other so much pain, and they were such freaks in bed they would most likely be sent to hell without a second thought. They must have been thinking along the same lines, because when Jar sat up from the chair, he wiggled his brows suggestively at her. Lila winked at him before laughing a little, leaning forward and locking her eyes onto his. Jar cupped her cheeks in his hands gently and kissed her lips in a way that let her know just how much he'd been wanting to, and Lila responded with the same enthusiasm. When their lips finally separated and Jar opened his eyes, he spoke. “You know, we never did get to dance earlier… how about we brush up on those lessons we took?”

Lila squinted a little. Oh, the dreaded dance lessons that had almost been for nothing. They had put so much effort to become the best dancers in their class in order to do a great performance at her parents' Christmas party, but after seeing Jareth, there was nothing that could impress them. She pushed the unwelcome memories to the back of her head; it was better to just focus on her beautiful present.

"But baby, there's no music anymore," she told him with a curious expression, to which Jar replied “In my head, there’s always music. Just follow my lead.”

Lila stood up and took Jar's hand. "Okay, JarBear. Lead the way." She giggled and smiled wide when he twirled her around and they began to dance barefoot in the cool sand. It was like something out of the cheesiest romantic movie, but Lila was cherishing this moments.

A few moments into their dance, Jar asked about Adelisa. "She's doing alright. She actually suggested I come to you, and I thought it was safe to give her some space," Lila wrapped her arms around his neck and looked at him affectionately. "So, now that everything seems to be in order, I think it's time we celebrate our getting back together. How about we finish this dance, enjoy the sunset in each other's arms, take a moonlit walk along the beach and see where the night takes us?" There was a good reason for them to celebrate: their future alongside each other.

Once they finished their dance, Jar said: “I think the first thing I should do for my lovely girlfriend is buy her dinner, and then we’ll get to the celebrating part.” He winked his right eye at her. Lila agreed that she too was hungry, so they walked to the beach hut restaurant, hand-in-hand, like they weren’t exes just yesterday. It was so easy to fall back into each other, it seemed so normal, even though it had been two whole months.

They ate at the very same restaurant that Delilah had doused him in martini at the day before. “I don’t know about this, I might have PTSD.” Jar said playfully and gave her shoulders a rub to show that he was kidding. The bartender eyed them warily as they walked in, looking like a happy couple; apparently their scene yesterday wasn’t quickly forgotten. Jareth didn’t end up eating there the day before, so when he looked at the menu, he was pleasantly surprised. His vegetarianism was largely based on refusing to pay into the meat business because of the well-known cases of animal cruelty. This restaurant, however, offered local seafood, caught cruelty free from their natural environment. Hell, it was vacation, so Jar indulged in a little protein and got the catch of the day and a side salad. Lila ordered some kind of red meat dish, not that he’d judge her for it. It wasn’t really his thing to preach to others, his morals were his alone.

After enjoying their meal together, Jar and Lila took that moonlit walk along the beach. She asked how the band was doing, Jar told her about Jessie and Eric’s latest escapades, he asked about how her dog was doing, and her classes. They caught up with each other, their conversation was peppered with laughter and sighs about what they’d missed. Both of them avoided the sensitive topics, about her pregnancy and her time away, no need to ruin the mood of a good night…

“So, my place tonight?” Jar asked with a smile as their walk on the beach ended behind the condo. Delilah gave him a quick kiss on the lips, “Sounds perfect, JarBear” she said and bit her lip in anticipation. Feeling a bit like hormonal teenagers, they scampered through the hallways, stealing kisses in the privacy of the elevator , until they reached the condo door. The guys condo was quiet, Hunter hadn’t returned yet, and Grant’s door was closed. Jar assumed that he had turned in for the night, being the responsible guy Grant was. Jareth hoped they wouldn’t wake him up, but he would make no promises.

Jar closed his bedroom door behind them and smiled at Delilah liked a giddy schoolboy. This was too good to be true, he was waiting to wake up from this dream and go back to living out the nightmare. But there she was, standing in front of him, back to the door, and she was blushing? Jar reached for her face and traced the curve of her bottom lip with his thumb as he started to sing softly to her.


Lila let out a soft moan before parting her lips and staring into his eyes with a familiar smolder. He slid his hands down her sides and around her waist so he could pull her close and sing the next verse.


Delilah nodded her head, playing into the lyrics he sang for her. Jar moved his hands under the hem of her shirt; the heat of the touch was enough to sear their flesh. He didn’t realize until then that he had been like a man starved of food, he needed her. It didn’t matter how many girls her tried to fill the void with in Delilah’s absence, he had never had this much raw chemistry with another person before. Somewhere in their time together, desire had turned into love, and wanting her felt the same as the need to eat… or to breathe. Jar leaned against her and sang into her ear, the volume was just above a whisper, and his breath was tickly and warm.

Hunter stopped when Adelisa said that she had forgiven him, why would she do that? He about fucked everything up? Why had anyone forgiven him? Then when he was about to tell her if there was anything she needed he didn't get the chance to speak, this was mainly because he was a slow thinker, by the time the thought came t mind Adelisa was already speaking. "if-if you are going in there, can you tell Grant that I'd like to talk to him? If not tonight, then maybe some other time?" She smiled encouragingly, batting her eyes innocently and saying "I'll forgive you forever and ever." Hunter stood kinda dumbfounded. Then he hugged Adelisa, he had goo friends, friends he did not deserve. But for some reason he had them, and he was happy about it.

Hunter nodded and let go. "I can do that, ya." He turned to go into the guys Condo when he stopped, he turned around and looked at Adelisa again. "If there is anything you need, anything at all let me know, Okay?" He waited for a response before going into the condo.

He found Grant's door and knocked. "Hey, Hey Grant? Ya in?" he paused for a moment. No idea how he was actually feeling tonight, may have been a bad time to talk. "Hey look, I know you're probably still pissed at me, and I would be too if I were you... Adelisa wants too talk to you. She said she could wait for a little while, but try to talk too her as soon as you can okay? Don't want too keep her waiting too long I guess." He waited, then left the condo.

Hunter took the elevator down to the lobby, took him a while to find the beach but he found it. Took him even longer though to find Amelia. He found her, sitting on one of the beach chairs. "Hey girl what's..." He stopped when he noticed her face. "What happened?" He knew that face, he had seen it before but a while back but Amelia refused to tell him what was going on. "Amelia? You alright? Is something going on?" He pulled up a chair next to her and sat down. "What's going on? Someone hurt you?"

As the night ended and the sun rose, Dela's eyes opened to seeing the sun glaring in her eyes. It was the worst yet best thing to wake up too, especially after what happened last night. She slowly moved herself from the bed while wrapping herself in the sheet. She slept in a huge shirt, but she really liked blankets too; so she bundled herself up as she walked. As she opened the door and walked over to the balcony outside, Adelisa's eyes landed on the front door. She remembered just entering the condo full of smiles and ignorant bliss of what was to come.

Her heart ached at the new knowledge that just across that door was Grant, the ghost she came here to run from. Adelisa quickly went to the balcony and went out. She laid her arms on the balustrade and looked up at the clouds. A sigh escaped her lips as the clouds moved overhead. It was so beautiful outside that it made even the worst of feelings fade, even just for a second. She smiled brightly, rushing back to her room and dropping the blanket back onto the bed.

Adelisa grabbed her guitar and walked back to the balcony, her heart racing in excitement. She only ever got this excited when it came to music and hair, but it wasn't just the excitement. It was the feeling of giving back the beauty she received everyday. Meaning, everytime she woke up in the morning she felt that she needed to give back by sending beauty out into the world. Whether it be through melodical lyrics or trendy hair, she did it.

She strummed the guitar softly, loving how the strings showed her emotions with its beautiful sounds. She sang out.



She smiled as she started seeing a crowd of people cheering her on. It was like the balcony was fading into her imagination.



The pretend crowd sang along with her and she giggled softly.



She stopped strumming as if there was a band behind her playing the music.



She stopped singing and her reality came crashing back to her. She was back to being alone. On a balcony.

Hunter woke up on the beach next to Amelia. He had learned what she had gone through, and it took him every ounce of strength to not go to those... Monsters and tear them a new one that night. But he didn't, and he stayed and comforted Amelia. When morning came around she was still asleep, He hated to do this but something needed to be done. He left a note for Amelia and went back to his condo to grab his spare keys for the El Camino. The car was still trashed, but the locker he kept in the back seemed fine. He figured that enough of the contents should have survived for what he needed.

Hunter was quiet, He didn't want to explain to the others what he was about to do. After he grabbed the spare keys he grabbed a flash light, and another note explaining where he went.

Dear Amelia, and who ever finds this note,

I lied Amelia, I knew who the guys you were talking about were. And I know where to find them. There is a high chance I wont see any of you guys when I finish what I'm about to do, I would like to thank you all, Especially Amelia for helping me sober up. My head is about as clear as it's going to get, and my shoulder is still strong enough to handle a kick from a shotgun. I did lie about another thing, I brought my gun. It's been sitting locked up in the back of my truck the entire time. Kept other things in their too that I shouldn't really, But I did. I'm going to go fix this Amelia, might as well fix one problem that I didn't cause.

Love, Yours truly,
Hunter.

P.S. They wont hurt you again.

Hunter put down the note and called a cab to bring him to the repair shop where the El Camino was at. When he got their the Mechanic was confused. "Look buddy, I cut as many corners as I can but that Thing ain't ready to move at all!" Hunter walked past him and stopped. "I'm not here for the car." Hunter went over to the locker and unlocked it. He pulled out a long black case and set it down. Then he grabbed a silver looking suitcase and unlocked it, Inside was a small revolver and several cases of ammunition. "Fuckers." The mechanic came up to Hunter and spoke. "Look buddy, I don't know what your doing but...." He eyed the revolver in Hunters Hand. "No matter what you are thinking, That is not the answer to your problems."

Hunter sighed, he put the revolver back in its case and closed it. Though he didn't put it back. Hunter grabbed both cases and walked to the road to meet the cab driver.

Grant woke up with a pounding headache and a dry mouth. Letting out a curse at the sunlight streaming in, he rolled over and covered his eyes. He only cursed again as the events of the previous night came back to him. Addie kissing Hunter, wanting to kill herself, not wanting him at all. Another drink almost sounded like a good idea as the scenes replayed in his mind. With mysterious strength, Grant heaved himself to the bathroom and had a shower, which left him feeling a little more human. Stepping out of the shower, his head whipped towards the open door of his room, the one that led out onto a verandah overlooking the sea. Faint singing wafted in through the door, and it almost sounded like Adelisa. Pulling on shorts hastily he walked out, still squinting at the strong light. The singing got fainter, but now Grant felt like he needed to hear Addie singing. He didn't know how he felt about her, but her voice was something he'd always loved.

He walked out of their apartment to the girls' one opposite, still not thinking clearly enough to knock. As soon as he opened the door Adelisa's clear and beautiful voice drifted in, and almost without hesitation, Grant moved towards the balcony in his view. Sure enough, Addie stood there, hair blowing in the ocean breeze, singing her heart out in a way Grant hadn't heard since they broke up. He stood there silently, watching her with a smile he didn't know he had, until her voice faded and she stopped. Brought back to earth by the silence now, Grant didn't know what to do or say, couldn't bring himself to cheer, or ask if she was okay. He felt frozen.

Dela sighed and held her guitar in her hands. She shook her head and murmured to herself. He didn't want her and she was still hurt. It would be nice to just talk instead of him using his persuasive words and lawyer talk to make her feel good then go off doing the same with another. They weren't together, so shouldn't he be honest with her of his intentions? She turned to leave the balcony when she saw the one person she never expected to see: Grant. She stumbled back a bit and said "Woah! Popping out of no where! How the hell did you get in?!"

She wasn't angry, but surprised. Why was he here anyway? Oh! That's right! She wanted to talk to him! She shook her head again, realizing how dumb she looked. Her heart slammed in her chest but she knew if she didn't say the things she needed too then their friendship or whatever it was would be in turmoil. Dela bit her bottom lip out of nervousness and brushed her hand through her hair.

The night had not yet ended for the tormented lovers. Jar and Lila had spent the better part of an hour rekindling their relationship in a passionate way, only to quickly found themselves back in the familiar road of distrust and misunderstandings because of a condom.

The hesitation before Jareth's reply to her question about if he trusted her or not was clearer than the answer he gave her: he didn't trust her at all. But of course he didn't boldly say so. That was yet another problem in their relationship: Jar was so defensive and used to bottling up all his feelings that he was never fully honest about what he was thinking or feeling, and was bad at expressing himself with words. No matter how hard or what technique Lila used to try to get him to open up, they were mostly unsuccessful. She was conscious of where that came from, but it frustrated her that though she endlessly proved herself to be trustworthy, loyal and head over heels in love for him, Jar never seemed to be certain. Sometimes she thought she would never be enough for him.

Instead of giving her a straight answer, he pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a frustrated groan. “Really, Delilah? Do we have to do this?” he asked in the tone of voice that always mounted Lila's anger, clearly avoiding her direct question about his trust.

"I'm not asking you to do anything except be completely honest for once and admit to my face that you don't trust me," Lila answered angrily, crossing her arms but still atop of Jareth. Her anger and outrage intensified when he moved to get her off himself and covered himself up slightly with the sheets, avoiding any kind of eye contact. In turn, Lila turned her back on him and sat at the edge of the bed before she could physically harm him in any way. Why did their plans to make love to each other and be certain that it would all be alright in this new dawn to their relationship turned so sour? Was it possible that their old habits were already back, and they were unable to change? What this really happening again? Was it impossible for them to ever be happily together?

It seemed a happily ever after would never be in their fairy tale after all.

"I can't believe this..." Lila muttered, holding her head with both hands and her fingers tangled in her messy brown locks. She looked back at him over her shoulder, starting to shiver with anger. It was a miracle that she hadn't flipped out and started to shout like she would normally do. At least therapy had worked in a way. "You are such a fucking actor, do you know that? All that shit you said in your song and in front of those people, did you really mean any of that at all? Or was it just an act to get chicks to notice you so you'd have a couple of them wrapped up around your finger ready to fuck once you were done with me?

"Well, you know what, JarBear-" she spit his pet name out with such spite that it was impossible to think it had been said with only the happiest feelings before. "Go fuck with someone else's feelings, because I refuse to go down the same road again."

Lila got up from the bed, with heavy steps walked over to where the pile of her clothes was lying neatly at the foot of the bed and began to dress herself as quickly as she could with a trembling body that tried to hold back sobs of pain, hurt, anger and many other feelings.

”I’m not asking you to do anything except be completely honest for once and admit to my face that you don’t trust me,” Delilah’s usually bubbly voice burned with anger at his insolence. She always hated the way he skirted around her questions.

“You don’t want me to be completely honest—“ he began as she turned her back to him and sat at the edge of the bed. Instead of finishing the thought, he just let out a huff-like sigh. Jar braced himself, this is where she would normal shout or swat at him. Instead she just muttered ”I can’t believe this…” before starting to shiver. Jareth notice the quivering in her shoulders and wondered briefly if she was crying. Just as he started to feel like some kind of asshole for causing all this, she looked over her shoulder at him and began a verbal onslaught.

She accused him of acting, not meaning anything he said or sang to her, claiming that it was all an act to get with other girls. Jar ground his teeth hard, it was his turn to lash out in anger. His voice started out soft and calm, he even reached to caress her cheek. “No, I meant every word…” he began and confusion swept into her eyes. “Because, with you, I can’t seem to escape this delusion of our happily ever after. Somehow your looks just make me forget what a crazy, hateful bitch you can be.” The name calling fell harsh and bitter on his lips.

Delilah flinched from his touch and spun to grip his arm tight. ”Well, you know what, JarBear – Go fuck with someone else’s feelings, because I refuse to go down the same road again.” she said in a hiss as she got up from the bed to get dressed. “Same to you, sugar. Today was a mistake.” He spat with equal levels of spite. Jar didn’t hide the fact that he watched her as she dressed, he could be a dick like that, and it was probably the last time he’d get to see her naked. Maybe…

After Delilah stormed out of the room – and the boys condo – Jar sat by himself in silence. As soon as she was gone, his anger waned and was replaced by a cloud of sadness. She might have said some hateful things, but he felt that he deserved it all, as untrue as some of it was. Delilah was the only girl he was ever faithfully committed to, despite the toxicity of their relationship, and she knew that. It was a low blow to accuse him of trying to use her to get other girls.

It had gotten to be quite late, and he’d had an awful day, so Jar took the easiest route to sleep he could think of. Jareth found the sleeping pills he had taken from Adelisa’s room and popped enough of them to silence his thoughts without also silencing his heartbeat, and passed out in the huge King-sized bed.



Jareth awoke to bright sunlight streaming into his room. His head screamed from an unhealthy half-night of sleep, drug use, and lack of caffeine. Begrudgingly, Jar cast aside the sheets and sat up, the motion causing his head to swim all the more. The condo was surprisingly silent as Jareth wandered into the kitchen to make a pot of pitch-black coffee. He wondered where the boys were, deciding that he’d rather spend the day with them than wallowing in thinking about her. That’s what this vacation was supposed to be, right? He pulled our his phone and sent a text Grant and Hunter. “I need an escape from reality. Who wants to try surfing?” the text read, he even included a smiling emoji, a mask to hide the pain he was feeling.

Their was a nice two story house in a nice peaceful neighborhood; Except for the gunshots that started 2 minutes ago. Hunter ran out the front door, his hunting shotgun in his hand. He had blood on him, he was hurt with his other hand on his stomach. "Shit, shit!" He heard the sirens, they were getting closer. He was still bleeding, but he had to run. No way he could claim self defense with his shotgun and his own pistol on him, over 4 miles from the repair shop that he stored them in. His only hope was he had no direct relation to the people.

Hunter made his way to the ocean, no one was around so he threw in his pistol, and his shotgun as far as he could. Hunter limped down the beach for a couple miles and when he made it back to the resort, Amelia was gone. Did she go to stop him? He had to let her know what had happened, that he had stopped them.

He made it back inside the resort, people gave him looks as he tried to keep the bleeding under control. He made it into the elevator and waited for his floor. His vision was going black, his hearing fading. He was passing out and he knew it. He tried to make it back to his condo but he passed out a few feet from the doors. Out cold, still bleeding.