“They’re married,” Jet says as he walks around his trophy room.
Chloe watches him, his feet dragging behind him as he walks to her.
“How’d you mess your face up?” she asks, leaning against the glass, trying to reach him.
He runs a hand across his face. “Sam. When Adam took control of me… he decided to finally bash my face in.”
She sighs, leaning her face against the glass; goose bumps prickle her forearms. “I would too if you tried to take someone I loved away from me.”
Jet’s pulse quickens, he knows it’s not Adam he feels inside of him this time, and that he won’t be around for awhile, so he grabs the latch to the door. It clicks open in front of Chloe.
“But I did. Well, at least Adam did,” Jet admits.
Chloe stretches her feet as she walks to him. “No, you’re still here.”
Jet looks to the side, biting his lip, trying to fight back emotions he can’t begin to describe. “Are you sure?”
She nods, pushing her head against his chest. “Just let me out… I can save you…”
His breath shakes as he wraps his arms around her waist. “Ok, you have to be fast though; I can’t hold Adam off much longer.”
Chloe pulls back, nodding as she softly laces her fingers with his, leading him to his front door. She stands in the open door way, holding both of his smooth hands in hers.
“I’ll find you, and I’ll save you. I promise,” she stands on her tippy toes, softly kissing him before pulling back. “I love you Jet.”
She walks down the hallway, light beeping noises and someone calling her name taints the air around her. She closes her eyes as the white cloud tugs on her heart, her skin feels dry and tight and something around her smells of dying flowers. She opens her eyes to find her mother leaning over her.
“CHLOE! Oh, Chloe you’re awake!” her mother shouts as she places kisses all over Chloe’s face, crying as she strokes her hair, “Oh sweetie how are you feeling?”
Chloe sits up, looking over at how her bedroom has been transformed into a hospital room. “I'm fine.”
Her mother looks her over. “Honey you’ve been in a coma for years! Now you’re saying you’re fine?”
Chloe nods, standing from her bed. “Yes, now I need to find Jet.”
She begins grabbing cloths out of her closet, pulling the IV from her arm as she slips her favorite hoodie over her head. Her mother comes up behind her.
“Oh honey, don’t you remember? Jet’s missing… they haven’t found him in all these years,” her mother gently explains, trying to coax Chloe back to her bed.
Chloe shakes her head, smiling. “No, I know where he is.”
She tugs her jeans on and walks out of her room, grabbing her keys, which are still hanging from the hook where she had hung them so many years ago.
Her mother is running after her, screaming, “Chloe he’s gone! Please come back!”
But Chloe is already in her car, pulling it out of the drive way and driving the few blocks between her and the hotel where Melody and Sam had gotten married yesterday.