Oct 20, 2024 20:43:26 GMT
October 2024 • BEATRICE AMELIA COLLINS
Jax Shepherd had not been happy about the idea of a Halloween party in this mansion. In fact, he had been loathed to agree to it. But unfortunately, being the eldest brother to three younger sisters often made him a wimp about saying no, and Penny, the youngest, had all of these grand plans with the mansion they had inherited. With peace hanging in the balance of the Shepherd family, he relented and said yes. Now though, he was left with the consequences of elaborate decorations, lights, and sounds. Fog pumped through the house as people mingled and hired helped roamed. Jax himself, felt eerily on edge.
But...he always felt on edge. In new places. In crowds. Sometimes he just slept in his closet because he knew it was safe, and no one knew. Jax had been coasting by, any episodes he had happened in private. The man knew he had been lucky that it had been that way, every loved one in his life - his sisters, Ember, Olympia, Roman - none of them seemed to know what haunted his mind still from years ago. Now though, something felt different, perhaps because this party was evading his personal space, his home, his safety.
He took a swig of his drink, trying to calm his nerves, push his thoughts out of his head, "You're fine," Jax muttered to himself, even as a drunk couple stumbled near him, causing him to balk. The man knew now he had to move, and he skirted around crowds, weaving ever so careful to not make contact with anyone in case it was a mine field. A soft and gentle hand reached out though, touching his forearm and hazel eyes snapped to the person, only to see a familiar face, "Bea?"
They say its a suicide mission. I intend to prove them wrong.
