My Brother's Best Friend

Chapter 48

Saturday morning Jax and I agreed on meeting at the park. Although it was a chilly morning, the sun was shining bright on my skin, keeping me cozy inside of my jacket.

The park was empty except a man walking his dog. He eyed me mysteriously, confused at the thought of someone enjoying a day in the coldness.

I was swinging on the swings when I saw his car pull up and he got out. He walked over to me once he noticed me swinging around and smiled to himself.

"You look like a little kid." He gave me a kiss.

"Why didn't you bring Amanda along?" I wondered.

"I told her to come and she said she was lazy." He shrugged. He swung alongside me and dragged his feet on the pavement as he went back and forth.

"Listen," He begins to say. "About last night."

"It's okay," I stop him. "I get it, Nick bringing up Alex made you feel some type of way. It wasn't my fault though. You can't get mad at me for stuff like that."

"I wasn't mad at you. I was mad at him because I couldn't do anything. After you told me he cheated and Nick bringing him up stirred things up for me." He explained. "You looked sad when he mentioned Alex."

"I wasn't sad," I shake my head. "I was hurt. We both did stupid shit in that relationship. It was toxic." I take a deep breath in and smile at Jax.

We stayed in silence, taking in our surroundings and processing what we talked about.

I, in no way, wanted or needed Alex back into my life. I had everything I needed right besides me.

"Enough talk about Alex." I finally speak. "I have you and that's all that matters."

"Come on," he begins. "Let's play a game."

"What game?" I raise an eyebrow.

"I bet you can't jump farther than me off the swing?" He wiggles his eyebrows.

Shaking my head, we begin to swing using our feet to help us. The cold wind hit my chest harshly but I kept swinging. I erupted in a pit of laughter as I watched Jax jump off his swing and came crashing down on the ground.

"Your turn!" He yelled.

"I can't!" I shake my head. "I'm too high."

"Close your eyes and jump!" He laughed. "I'm going to push you off of it if you don't jump."

"Okay, okay, count me in!" I shrieked in excitement and listened as Jax counted down. When he yelled out the last number I jumped out of the swing and flew off.

Crashing onto the ground, I felt a sting in my ankle almost as if someone was stabbing it from the inside.

"Fuck, fuck, shit!" I yelled out in pain.

"Emma!" Jax came running to my side and picked me up from the ground. He sat me back on the swing and I groaned with pain as he touched my ankle.

"My ankles broken, I feel it." I whined.

"It's not broken." He rolls his eyes at me. "Move it in circles."

"I can't." I tell him.

"Yes, you can. Do it." He demands.

I moved my foot around in small motions, groaning every time I felt a painful sensation.

"It still hurts." I said.

"You'll be okay." Jax said. "Try to stand up."

I put my weight on my other foot and limped away from Jax. "I'm crippled."