can't take no more.

[jaxs taylor]

jaxs coley taylor.

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-----everything about this town brought back memories no matter where he’d go. It was something that Jaxs Taylor did not enjoy in the least bit. Growing up in Grace was what he was used to, never set on leaving the small town. Then again that was before he had managed to get involved with Syren Trent that oldest of the Trent siblings. As corny has it sounds he actually saw a future with this girl, but that was all changed once he laid eyes on Jocelyn Hart. The girl was beautiful in every aspect which lead to him screwing everything up with Syren. Sleeping with Jocelyn Hart was something he had no regrets about. Only regret was that he didn’t break things off with Syren. Once Syren found out all hell broke loose, things just started to crumble around. The two were no longer together, she had left town, and Jocelyn hell he didn’t even feel up to seeing another after that. Which lead them into not speaking to each other as they once had. Soon he was also gone and left the small town.

-----jaxs had gone into another town getting himself involved in gang festivities. Not the smartest thing to do, but never the less it was done. Numerous times he had almost got himself killed due to drug deals gone wrong and other things the gang had him do. The gang had managed to piss Jaxs off and so by retaliating he did many things to piss them off as well. Once they found out that Jaxs was behind it all he had to run. Five years ago he landed back in Grace that town he never thought he’d be back in. Nothing had changed; it was as if he never left. Jaxs thought he would free of the gang coming back to the small town of Grace considering no one really knew about it unless you were born there. The sun was just going down and Jaxs was returning home from work when he ran into a few of the guys from gang, safe to say it wasn’t a pretty sight when they were done with him.

-----not even being able to actually identify what was bleeding on him he managed to get to his feet and into his tuck and just drove. Blood was streaming down the side of his face. Ribs felt broken, the drive was a painful one. Fighting to keep his mind on the road and not his battered body. Maybe it wasn’t the right place he should be going, but really he could stay at his own home there was no way. They already knew where he lived; next they’d come back and finish the job so to speak. Pulling up into the drive way he killed the engine getting out of the truck and walked up to the house knocking on the front door, and waited. It was late, maybe around twelve a.m. or so. Maybe he should have called to ask first, but there was no time to actually think about that. The blood was now starting to dry onto his face, and the pain was starting to sink in. When the door open her facial expression looked aggravated, then changed to a concerned disbelief, yeah he knew this wasn’t good.

t a g g e d f o r : jocelyn hart.
n o t e s: this sucks so bad. lol do whatever.

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[jocelyn hart]

----Jocelyn hart was far from the person she had been five years ago. After everything that had happened to her and to everyone else, she couldn’t seem to find it in herself to have faith in anything at all. Nothing seemed reliable, or even trustworthy. It was just one thing after another, disappointment after disappointment. For awhile, Joce even began blaming herself for the misfortune. There didn’t seem to be much hope for a clearing. That’s when she was “sent” to Texas for the span of four months. Four months of being away from the only place and home she had ever known. And as if by some miracle, being away and doing what she had to do helped tremendously. Jocelyn returned home, took care of Ava, and went to school all at the same time. With the help of those around her, it didn’t at all seem overwhelmingly difficult. Things had gotten easier. That, or Jocelyn just learned to not care anymore. Things were what they were. There was no changing it.

----Jaxs taylor however, was a blast from the past. Those seemed to come and go more often than not. Jaxs usually only reminded her of the mistakes she had made, but his company was nice and she couldn’t deny it. There was always something different between the two, and she couldn’t deny the fact that at one time, she had been sincerely confused about what exactly she felt for Jaxs. She never really got the chance to find out, either. He had always been with Syren Trent, the eldest Trent, and the one that Jocelyn knew the least. After Jaxs had regrettably cheated on Syren with Jocelyn, they both fled town simultaneously. It was always a mystery as to whether Jaxs had actually felt something for Joce, or if he had just been using her for the obvious reason.

----As most other nights, Jocelyn sat perched in the corner of her sofa, blanket and book in lap. With her glasses tipped to the bottom of her nose, she felt no hint of tiredness overcoming her. Ava was sound asleep upstairs, and Joce herself wished she could do the same thing. But as usual, she sat awake, passing the time by reading the crappy books she always chose to pick up at the library. That was, until she heard the knock at the door. With an annoyed glance at the clock, and a half concerned one, she made her way to the front door, hoping whoever was knocking didn’t also happen to wake up her sleeping daughter. Turning the handle, she half expected to see some Jehovah’s Witness rep or some crap like that. But, her face immediately fell when she saw Jaxs standing there, with his face battered and bleeding. “What the hell?” She half whispered, half forced out, gently grabbing his forearm and pulling him inside. “What happened to you?” Suddenly, she felt guilty for feeling agitated when the door has been knocked at.

notes: yeah, mine sucks. im tired. just move it along, and Iim sure it’ll be fine. :]

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