Jesse shook his head. “You did all your talking when you wrote those letters. It’s my turn now! For months I have been skirting around the issue, being gentle and loving. For weeks I allowed you to toy with me while you were away in only God knows where. For weeks I have allowed you the time you needed to heal or began to heal. I was patient, but you know what it’s my turn now,” he said in a harsh yet gentle tone. He never fussed or cursed at Angela, even when she did the most idiotic things like break into a man’s house and snoop around for drugs!
“You are no toy, Angela Hubbard. You are a grown woman. A woman who is not only beautiful, brilliant and intelligent, but you’re a woman who deserves the world and more. The type of woman you are a man like me never in a million years succeed at even getting an hour of their time. Angie, the kind of woman you are surpasses any other woman I’ve ever met! So for you stand there and tell me that I play games with you is wrong. I’ve hurt, I’ve lied to you, but I’ve never played with you. I’ve never toyed with your heart, even when you wanted to keep our marriage a secret for god only knows how long. I hated it, but I did what you wanted, that’s how much I loved you then and that’s how much I love you now. Angie I would go to ends of the earth for you. I would kill everybody in this room, in the building if it means having you in my life with that smile on your face!” He explained. “I made mistakes Angie, I made countless mistakes and I know none of them were anywhere near the last one, but I never mean to make them. I know I say it all the time, but I never intentionally set out to hurt you or make you unhappy! Angie, everything I’ve done, I’ve with your best interest in min. Before I came to PV I hated myself. All I wanted to do was do whatever it was to ride the world of the big screw up Jesse Hubbard. Thought I would be better off and so would everybody else. But then I came here and I met you and Angie I knew then you were the person that would save my life. I didn’t want to admit to it, I thought it was crazy, but I knew it. And I know back then you thought I married you just to get into bed with you, but I knew I was going to spend the rest of my life with you. There was something about you that drove me to do great things. Drove me to make you proud. I didn’t care about making anybody proud but you and then a little later on our son. You were my life… Angie, you are my life!” He continued, forgetting about the other bodies in the room, only focusing on the angel that literally fell from heaven years ago and into his path.
“And that night… That night we lost Lucy was the worst night of my entire life. I thought having to leave you and Frankie was it, but it didn’t come close. Because the instant I knew the baby was not going to breath for her… her… For her daddy,” he spat out, getting all choked up as the night began to replay in his mind. “I knew I had already lost you.”
“So you took somebody’s baby?” She asked. She heard everything he said and had nearly ran into his arms, but something kept her grounded. ‘Stand up for yourself. Make him feel it. Let him know.’
“I didn’t take her!” He fussed. “She was brought to us, for us and I know if you weren’t hurting, you would see that. I know what I did was wrong, lying to you was wrong but I was afraid. I was afraid of losing you. You went through hell to have this baby. Gave your eyesight, your position at the hospital, and that big part of your life you would never get back. If you think about it, if you stopped blaming me for something I had no control over you would see that!”
Jerking her head back, Angie smirked. “Blame you?” She questioned, coming back to her feet. “Jesse, I never blamed you for her death! I never blamed you for me losing my own sight! I have never once blamed you for anything that’s happened! But you, oh you have blamed me for plenty!” She fussed, allowing herself to just release all of the pain and anger she’d been feeling. “You blamed me for our child’s death. You blamed me for choosing our child over my own sight. You blamed me for not continuing with the experimental drug. You did, Jesse Hubbard!”
“Angela, I didn’t blame you fo—-“
“Oh so if blaming me for a crap load of stuff isn’t enough, you’re not calling me a liar?” She yelped. “Jesse Hubbard, you stood in the middle of that bar and said it was my fault that my child was gone,” she reminded. “And before that, you didn’t say it out loud, but I could feel it in the way you looked at me, touched me, the way you spoke to me, Jesse, you blamed me for the blindness,” she cried. “As if being blind and having to choose between my child living or dying wasn’t enough, I had to also deal with the fact that my husband did not want to support me. Do you know how hard that was? Do you know how hard it was to doubt my own decisions? To know what I want, yet still want to do any and everything that would make you happy?” She asked
Jesse’s eyes fell as he shook his head.
“No you don’t,” she answered. “And you know while I hate the fact that she’s gone, that she didn’t get to experience this world, that I…” She cleared her throat and dropped her head. “That I didn’t get to experience her, touch her, smell her, love her… I will never ever regret what I did. And I won’t allow you or anyone else a chance to make me regret it. And just like I won’t let you make me regret my choice to give birth to her, I definitely won’t give you the chance to hurt me ever again.”
Shaking his head, Jesse looked up at her. “I’m not asking for you to give me another chance to hurt you,” Jesse said, coming to his feet. “I’m asking… No, I’m begging you to give me another chance to love you.”
“Why?” Angie asked. “Giving you another chance is like giving you a gun and having you put up to my head. I know what’s going to happen, because I told you to do it. I know how bad I’ll hurt, because I’ve experienced it many times before. I know how much I’ll bleed… And I know it’ll be my fault. No matter what, no matter if you pull the trigger or I do, the shot will ultimately be my fault, because I gave you the chance and you took it,” she explained, not knowing where the metaphor came from but surprising herself because it held alot of meaning.
“Damn,” Tad mumbled, sitting back in his seat and nodding. If anybody knew how to put words together and make them fit it was Angie. He never would have thought about putting that together. He would have never gotten it to come out as clear and deep as Angie had. The woman had skills like no other.
“Angie, you just have to trust me… Trust that I won’t hu… That I won’t pull that trigger, even if you ask me to.”
Angie smirked. “I… I don’t know if I can do that. That’s like trusting a world renowned thief into your home and leaving them there, the outcome will not be good. No matter how much you try.”
Turning, Angie gestured to Tad and began to shrug back into her black trench coat, several moments later she turned to face Jesse. “Two weeks… I’m giving you two weeks to sign those forms, if you don’t then I will have Jackson draw up another petition that says that any and everything that you have and will have will be paid to me. As pay back for all my pain and suffering… Don’t make me become a b**ch, Jesse Hubbard… Don’t push me that far,” she warned, grabbing her purse. “Jackson, Cordell, thank you for your time. Jackson, I’ll be in touch,” she informed. “Tad, let’s go.”
“Angie,” Jesse said, going around that table. “Angela, baby, wait! You can’t do this. I won’t let you leave me!”
With a look over her shoulder, Angie blinked and then fixed him with a knowing look. “You don’t have to let me, because I’m already gone. Goodbye Jesse Hubbard, have a nice life.”
A/N: What the what!?!?!?! Did I shock you? Are you loving it as much as I am?!?! Let ya girl know what’s on your mind.