I woke up a few hours later, crying for Jackson. I was having a dream about the day he bought me the bracelet, so I guess that's why I was crying for him, but I don't really know. I don't know what to think anymore. I love him but I hate him at the same time. Suddenly, I felt a finger brush across my forehead as it moved the hair out of my eyes. I grabbed the hand and whispered, "Jackson?"
"No, sweetie, it's Max. Open your eyes," Max calmly said.
Slowly, I opened my eyes to see Max kneeling beside me. He gave me a sad smile as he asked, "Would you like for me to bring Jackson here?"
I choked back a sob as I croaked, "No, please don't."
"Are you sure?" he asked wearily.
"I am sure," I deadpanned.
"Okay, how are you feeling pain wise?" Max asked, effe
