Some Kind Of Wonderful

Chapter Thirty Six: Distraught.

Isabelle froze, her blood ran cold in her veins and her heart began pumping that much harder. “What?” she breathed.

Dru bit his bottom lip and tightly held her shoulders. “I’m so sorry.”

Isabelle shoo you are you doing hanging k her head her eyes pooling with tears. “W-why are you apologising?”

Chase and Dru exchanged looks once again. “Honey, Jordan’s dead...”

Isabelle gasped the glass she was holding in her hand slipped from her limp fingers and smashed on the floor. She shook her head “No.” She mumbled closing her eyes, in an instant her entire life flashed in her mind, an unbearable ache in her chest caught her breath, and she began panting breathlessly all kinds of emotions bubbled up inside of her.

Jordan’s face flashed in her mind, the first time they met, the first kiss, the first time they slept together, everything came flooding back to her. “No, Dru no,” she looked into Dru’s eyes which were pooled with tears. Dru took a hold of her and she shoved him away. “NO!” she screamed, her voice echoing in the house. “NOO!!”

Her knees buckled her legs gave away and she crumbled to the floor. Dru swiftly caught her and fell to his knees in front of her, holding her to him while she whimpered into his chest. “He can't be dead,He can’t leave me here, he can’t. He promised we would die together, he swore he would never leave me HOW COULD HE?” she sobbed helplessly hitting his chest with her fisted hands.

Chase was tiredly leaning against the wall watching the woman who was like a mother to him crying and screaming over the loss of the love of her life.

Moments went by and Isabelle’s sobs had yet to ebb away. Dru lifted Isabelle in to his arms and put her down on the sofa where she curled up and continued to cry. He went over to the kitchen to make her some hot tea.

When he came back holding the mug out to her Isabelle blinked, “What the hell is this?” she croaked.

“It’s tea, honey.” Dru said quietly.

Isabelle sniffled. “Tea...what is that supposed to magically make me feel better. Am I gonna suddenly be all happy if I drink a cup of tea? Is it gonna bring Jordan back?” she asked her eyes filling with tears once more. She hurled the mug angrily and didn’t even flinch when it smashed. “I don’t want a damn cup of tea. I WANT MY HUSBAND BACK!” She screamed and broke down once more. she sniffled. “Just leave me alone.”

Dru touched her cheek, “Isabelle, I can’t leave you alone, not like this.” Dru said wiping her tears away. “Why don’t we go and see the kids?” Isabelle shook her head more tears falling from her eyes.

“No, I can’t. I just wanna be alone, please just go.” She said shaking her head.

(Simple plan, Untitled)

“Isabelle...”

“I SAID GO!” she snapped glaring at Dru with her red rimmed eyes. Dru regarded her carefully for a second.

“Is-”

“Dru please, I just wanna be alone.” she said stonily burying her face further into the soda. Dru nodded.

“Okay, but promise me you won’t do anything stupid, please?” Isabelle lifted her tired blue eyes and looked at him blankly.

“What like follow him, you mean?” She shook her head sullenly. Dru looked at her concerned “I promise, now please just go.” She mumbled through her tears.

Dru leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her forehead, “I’m so sorry.” He whispered sadly. Isabelle’s bottom lip quivered and she squeezed her eyes shut and cried.

Chase dropped a kiss on her head before the men left her alone to grieve her husband.

She looked up at the picture and her heart quivered. “How could you do this to me?” she cried. “How could you leave me behind? How am I supposed to go on without you? Please don’t leave me here.” She sobbed. “Come back...I can’t live without you pleeeeease.” She squealed her voice breaking.

The silence of the house was driving Isabelle crazy, what’s to come of her now? How could she possibly go on when her hearts buried six feet under?

Isabelle dragged her feet making her way towards the stairs she grabbed a bottle of vodka on her way up and began sipping directly from the bottle. The alcohol burned her insides on the way down which only added to the fire in her heart. Her insides were bleeding an ache she has never felt before, one so strong it knocks the air out of your lungs.

She stepped into what once was their bedroom, her eyes flying all over the room all the memories the fun times they shared, the love they made between the sheets all came rushing back to her.

“Oh god...” she breathed her voice trembling. Her blue eyes landed on the bed where she saw the shirt he wore earlier that day was. She slowly made her way over to it placing the vodka bottle on the floor beside her.

Isabelle picked up the shirt up and pressed it to her nose, his smell was all over it and made her ache vastly, as the
realisation of never smelling him, never being able to touch him or kiss him sunk in deeper.

With a strangled cry Isabelle began whimpering into his shirt, holding it tightly to her chest while she curled up on the bed in a foetal position and let her pain consume her completely.

A little over twenty minutes later, Isabelle’s hoarse sobs ebbed away leaving single tears streaming down her pale face. Her head was thumping what with crying for so long.

She sat in front of her vanity mirror her body shot and her mind in a haze. She looked at the picture sitting on the table in front of her. She closed her eyes and in her head she could hear his voice.

“Bellie-babe, come on over here and give your jubby-wubby some lovin’.”

“Baby, you’re such a goof.”

“Hey, don’t forget you married this goof.”

“Mm, how could I forget? You know I just married you for your incredibly talented tongue.”

“Ooh well, come on over here and let me work the incredible on you, baby girl...”

(Nickleback Far away)

Isabelle’s head fell on the table with a ‘clunk’ as sobs took over her once again. She felt an unattainable anger course through her, she growled and using her arm she swiped everything off the table hissing when the picture frames glass sliced her arm, crimson blood began streaming down her forearm.

When she saw the blood sudden images of Jordan in the accident flashed behind her eyes. The idea of him bleeding...burning, made her sick to the stomach. She was the one to blame for his death if she hadn’t said that she didn’t love him he wouldn’t have stormed out, he wouldn’t have been angry.

Opening her puffy blue eyes she looked into the mirror and gasped loudly when she saw a figure behind her. She blinked when her eyes met brown ones, tears streaming down her face like a waterfall. “Please still be there when I turn around.” She said with a quiver.

Silently praying he wasn’t a figure of her imagination she turned her head and choked on a sob. She flew out of her seat and ran into her husband’s arms.

Jordan caught his broken wife wrapping his strong arms around her waist he buried his nose into the crook of her neck. “Oh God! They said you were dead.” She cried into his shoulder.

“Shh, I’m not dead baby, I’m fine.” He whispered into her ear. Isabelle shook in his arms tears of relief soaking Jordan’s black t-shirt.

“I was so scared.” she cried. “I’m so sorry, I do love you I love you so much.”

Jordan sighed upon hearing her words, “Don’t be sorry baby. You have no idea how good it feels to hear you say that. I would
never leave you, you know that.” he said pulling back kissing her tears away.

Isabelle pulled back and looked him in the eyes. “You’re really here, I’m not dreaming, right?”

Jordan shook his head. “No, I’m right here. I’m so sorry baby, I hate making you cry.” He said caressing her cheek. “I could feel your pain and I’m sorry I had to put you through that.” Isabelle blinked in confusion.

“What?” she asked sniffling. "What are you talking about?"

“It was the only way I could get you back. I had to shock you into remembering something about us before I lost you.” Jordan
explained running his fingers through her hair.

“You mean there was no accident?” she questioned with a frown.

Jordan shook his head. “No, you think I’m stupid enough to make the same mistake twice. I’ve been at Leila’s since I stormed
out.”

Isabelle narrowed her eyes at him. “You...you did this purposely?” she asked. “Do you have any idea what you just put me through?!” she snapped shoving him away from her.

Jordan took a hold of her arms and Isabelle hissed. He frowned and looked down at his hand, his fingers covered in blood. “Why are you bleeding?” he asked panicked taking a hold of her arm he gently lifted it and gasped. “Christ, Belle, what have you done?” he asked examining her deep cut.

“I’m fine.”

“No Isabelle you’re not fine did you do this to yourself?" he asked crossly.

“Don't you dare yell at me, if anyone is to blame here it’s you? If you never faked your death I wouldn't have gotten so upset
and cut myself." She said annoyed.

“So you did cut yourself?” he asked narrowing his brown eyes at her. “What the hell were you thinking?”

Isabelle arched a brow. “What was I thinking? I thought I lost my husband what did you expect? Besides it was an accident,” She snapped hotly

"What do you mean it was an accident?" Jordan asked crossing his arms over his chest.

"I just got so angry. I kind of swiped everything off of the vanity table, our picture frame broke and the glass cut my arm," she explained. “Why the hell would you do this to me Jordan?”

“Come on, let me take a look at your wound and I’ll explain after, okay?” Jordan said taking her hand. Isabelle nodded taking his hand she followed him to their en-suite bathroom.

Jordan lifted Isabelle and placed her on top of the counter top. Isabelle watched as her husband rummaged around the bathroom searching for a first aid kit to attend to her wounds.

Once he found what he was looking for he moved over to his wife gently took her arm between his fingers. Once again examining her cut he sighed deeply “This is really deep Isabelle." He mumbled, raising his eyes he looked up at her "Maybe I should take you to the hospital. You might need to get stitches."

"No Jordan I'm fine, I don't wanna go to the hospital." Isabelle said shaking her head. "I’ve had enough of that hospital to last me a lifetime." She mumbled and Jordan chuckled in response.

"We do keep them in business, don't we?" Jordan asked with an amused smile cleaning her wound.

Isabelle nodded, “So are you going to explain or what?" She asked her husband. Jordan nodded while he patched her up.
He licked his lips "You were pulling away from me I didn't know what else to do. It had been weeks and you still hadn't remembered a thing, you wouldn't even let me touch you and every time I saw that distant look in your eyes... "He trailed off and swallowed hard. “I...I couldn't lose you Belle, not after everything we have been through."

"But, why fake your death?" Isabelle asked.

Jordan sighed, “I spoke to a therapist and he told me I could try and jolt you into remembering. I was a little iffy at first but when I thought about other solutions nothing seemed to be big enough of a shock, so I spoke with the kids and they decided it was worth a try.” Jordan said.

Isabelle bit her bottom lip her eyes almost immediately filled with tears again. “I don’t know if I should be angry or happy right now. I still can’t believe you would pull a stunt like that, what would you have done if I did something stupid or worse
had another stroke?” she asked.

Jordan looked up at met his wife teary blue eyes. “As much as you love me, I know you wouldn’t kill yourself. You wouldn’t do that to the kids.” He said reaching up and gently wiping away a tear that fell loose.

Isabelle shook her head. “Well, maybe not, but I’d be as good as dead, living without you, I’d go insane.” She said dimly.
Jordan smiled, “You lived for five years without me.” he said tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

“That’s different, I knew you were alive and I found comfort in that, but having you dead...that’s a whole other story.” Isabelle said placing her hand on his chest. She closed her eyes when she felt his heart thumping under her palm.

Jordan cupped her face with both his hands. Isabelle opened her eyes and looked at him her blue eyes flying all over his face. He was actually there standing in front of her alive and well. “I’ll love you even in death baby, nothing and I mean nothing will ever take that from us. You don’t only live within my heart but your apart of my soul and always will be. Do you
understand?” Isabelle nodded silently and leaned forward pressing her lips to his ardently Jordan’s eyes slid shut the moment her lips touched his. He parted his lips once Isabelle’s tongue licked his bottom lip teasingly.

“Mmh.” He groaned when Isabelle deepened the kiss, her arms curling around his neck pulling him closer to her.
Moments later Jordan had his wife in his arms carrying her half naked form to their bed where he once again after almost a month made love to her and fell asleep in each other’s arms.

Sometime after mid day Isabelle was still asleep in bed. It was way pat six in the morning when the lovers finally fell asleep after making love.

With a deep sigh she rolled over on to her back and stretched. When her arms found the left side of the bed empty her eyes snapped open she blinked out the sudden light and glanced around the room where she noticed it was empty and eerie silent she shot up from the bed her heart beating in her throat.

“Jordan?” she called out her blue eyes flying all over the room. “Jordan?” she tried again when she heard nothing in response. “Oh god...” she mumbled praying she wasn’t dreaming everything that happened last night.

She threw the covers back and ran to the bathroom. She threw the door open and found it empty. “Jordan!” she called again and ran out of the room. Her little legs hurriedly made it down the stairs. “Jordan, please...?” She called out tears filling her eyes. “JORDAN?!” She cried.

She turned when she heard footsteps behind her. “What baby, what’s wrong?” Jordan asked coming in from the kitchen.
Isabelle let out a sigh of relief and once again ran into his arms. Jordan caught her swiftly her legs wrapping around his waist a questioning look in her eyes. “Is-” he was about to say but got cut off when Isabelle kissed him.

Minutes washed by and Isabelle pulled back when her lungs burned with lack of oxygen. Jordan opened his lust filled hazel eyes and grinned. “Wow, good morning.” When Isabelle only pressed her forehead to his, single tears streaming down her rosy cheeks

Jordan frowned. “What’s wrong honey?” he questioned quietly.

“I thought I was dreaming, I thought you were gone when you weren’t in bed.” She mumbled. Jordan smiled tightening his hold around her waist.

“You weren’t dreaming babe,” he said and chuckled. “Seems through your panic you didn’t think to look down at yourself.” Isabelle blinked in response. “You’re still naked baby-girl.” He pointed out amused.

Isabelle glanced down at herself. “Oh...” she mumbled and flushed. She bit down on her bottom lip and lifted her eyes to meet her husband’s. “Oops.” Jordan laughed.

“You’re too cute.” He told her smiling sexily in return when her cheeks burned red. “And here I thought you came down to surprise me.” Isabelle shot him a look.

“Clearly sex was the last thing on my mind, Jordan.” She said her eyes showing her sadness.

Jordan saw the look in her eyes and didn’t like it. He pressed his lips to hers once again reminding her all over again that he was in fact there, that he wasn’t a figure of her imagination.

Isabelle moaned throatily when Jordan’s hands wandered south and cupped her shapely behind giving it a little squeeze. He pulled back ending their kiss but not breaking contact entirely. “What’s the first thing on your mind now, Belle?” he asked his lips brushing hers as he spoke.

Isabelle tightened her legs around his waist and Jordan groaned huskily when their groins brushed. “More than likely the same thing that’s on yours.” She responded threading her fingers through his hair.

“If I knew I would get you back I would have faked my death a lot sooner.” He joked. Isabelle pulled back and glared at him before she raised her hand and flicked him on the forehead.

“Ow.” Jordan grumbled scowling at his five foot wife.

“Don’t talk like that.” she scolded him.

Jordan gaped and flicked her back “Don’t you flick me.”

“Ouch. You. Deserved. It.” She said and flicked him again.

“Stop flicking me...” Jordan groused flicking her cheek. Isabelle flicked him in the same spot and he hissed. “That hurt, Belle.”

“Oh be a man.”

Isabelle yelped when Jordan spanked her backside. She looked at him wide eyed. “Did you just...”

Jordan smirked smugly. “How’s that for a man?” he asked cheekily. Isabelle flushed, an out of control heat bubbling inside of
her. Jordan saw the desire and lust burning in her eyes an almost trembled.

“Why don’t you take me upstairs and I’ll make you feel like one?” she asked her dainty hands grasping his shoulders.

“Heck yeah.” he said acceding he hurriedly took them upstairs. He yowled when Isabelle landed one on his backside. “Fuck
baby...”

“Hush you...” Isabelle’s voice came from behind the door.

“Yes ma’am.” Isabelle giggles. “Holy hell...what the hell is that for...OH SHIT!”

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Later that evening Dayne drove home, Fate was out with Leila and Violet on a girl’s night out. All three girls had become close friends in a matter of a few weeks. Chase and Marc were back at Leila’s place plying Xbox and drinking beers, limited to only two each due to babysitting Melis.

Dayne stepped out of his black Porsche Carrere GT and locked it. He was about to take a step toward his house when he heard his name being called behind him.

“Dayne.” He turned around and glared at the brunette standing behind him.

“What?” he snapped with a deep frown.

Eyvah licked her full pink lips and took a step closer to her ex-boyfriend/brother-in-law. “Can we talk?” she asked with a soft tone.

Dayne narrowed his blue eyes at her. “No.” He said ready to turn and leave but Eyvah grasped his arm and stopped him. “Please, only for a few minutes I just wanna explain?”

Dayne sighed irritated, “Explain? Explain what Eyvah, how you slept with my brother? How you manipulated him and turned him against his own family? Or you wanna explain how you tore my family apart, my mother lost her memory and almost died because of you! You single handily destroyed my family.” Dayne snapped hotly glaring at Eyvah menacingly.

“I never meant for any of this to happen neither did Jaiden, you have to believe that. Dayne, I know I was a bitch for betraying you the way I did, but you have to understand I couldn’t help but like your brother.” She explained.

Dayne shook his head. “Then why lead me on, why sleep with me when all the while you had your eyes set on my brother?” he questioned.

Eyvah bit her lip and shook her head. “I don’t know, I guess I liked you too I just didn’t wanna hurt you by turning you down, but Jaiden...I love him.” she said with a shrug.

Dayne scoffed. “Is that why you suggested you get married at eighteen?” he asked his eyes turning to slits.

“I knew Jaiden would have chosen his family over me, he loves you guys more than anything. I know he loves me too the marriage wasn’t planned we...I thought it would just show how serious we really are about each other.” She explained.

Dayne nodded, “Please, spare me all the love struck bullshit. My brother might be a brainless fool but I know better, so don’t stand there and feed me shit. You seemed so innocent when we first met, butter wouldn’t melt in your mouth.” Dayne looked her over, his icy blue eyes cold and unyielding. “But now I see you for what you really are, a lying, cheating little-”

“-Dayne.” He looked back when he saw his mother standing in the doorway. His eyes instantly shed the coldness, love and adoration took its place.

“Mom?” he questioned taking a step closer to her. “Do you...?” Isabelle smiled at her son.

“Yes sweetheart, I remember everything.” Dayne sighed and rushed over to hug her. Isabelle gasped when Dayne lifted her off the
ground and swung her around in bliss.

“Damn it, not you too. Dayne put me down.” Isabelle grumbled through a smile. Dayne chuckled and brought her back down to her feet again. “Get inside, and I will deal with you in a minute.”

“But Mom-”

“Don’t make me ground you.” she said arching a brow at him, a ghost of a smile on her lips.

“Yes mother.” he smirked and darted out of the way before Isabelle playfully smacked him at the back of the head. He
disappeared into the house and Isabelle shook her head smiling until her eyes fell on her supposed daughter-in-law?

She sighed and took a few steps until she came to a stop in front of the younger girl. Eyvah smiled slightly at her mother-in-law. “Isabelle, I’m gla-”

“Zip it.” Isabelle said glaring at Eyvah. “You have some nerve showing up here after everything you have done.” Isabelle said crossing her arms over her chest.

Eyvah dropped her gaze and nodded. “I know and I’m sorry, I just wanted to explain.” Eyvah said pleadingly. Isabelle took a moment and regarded Eyvah carefully for a few seconds.

“Look Eyvah, I’m gonna be straight with you, I really liked you. I thought you were the sweetest girl I ever met and you were the perfect girl for Dayne, but I was wrong...really wrong. You see what you seem to have forgotten, is that I used to be just like you. I’m not proud of my past but I see a lot of myself in you, you have the look of a girl-on-a-mission shining in your eyes. I know that look so you may have fooled Jaiden but don’t think for a second that I don’t know what you’re up to.” She said her voice firm.

Eyvah looked at Isabelle and met her eyes steadily holding her gaze, “You’re wrong, I love your son and I’m not up to anything.”

Isabelle smiled. “Word of advice, never try and hustle a hustler, I used to be you so I know your game, I’ve played it. If you’re trying to have one over on my family you can think again because I will not...I repeat I will not have you screwing around with my boys nor my family you hear me?” Isabelle said menacingly. Eyvah gulp nodding when she saw the glint in
Isabelle’s eyes. “However, if you truly and I mean truly love my son you have a lot of proving yourself to do. If anyone understands loving someone you shouldn’t it’s me, but you went about this entire thing the completely wrong way. Just remember
one thing Eyvah, from here on out I’ll be watching you very closely, and if I see anything remotely dicey about you, or you try anything I will deal with you myself you can count on that. Now go home and leave my family be we all need time to figure things out and that also include Jaiden.”

“But he’s my husband you can’t keep him from me.”

“And he’s my son I can do as I damn well please. You have caused enough trouble as of lately so go home and once we talk to
Jaiden we will have a talk again. Go.” Isabelle gestured towards the gate with her head.

After a beat Eyvah nodded and walked off toward the gate she disappeared out of sight a moment later leaving Isabelle to glare after her. Isabelle shook her head slowly, ‘I hope for my sons sake you’re being true to him as well as my family, otherwise you’re going to suffer the extreme consequences.’ Isabelle thought before she turned and walked back into her home, back to her family and to her life.

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Lol, sorry for the late update I had a mild case of writers block for a few days, but managed to get my groove back.

Jordan’s alive...YAY! Like, I would ever kill him...pfft.

I’m kinda depressed because it’s my 22nd birthday next week Monday and I really really don’t wanna get old. Hey do you think they have like a pill I can take to stop growing and stay twenty one forever??? A girl can dream.

Ashley this one goes out to you my love, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!

And the rest of you, thank you for your reviews I hope to hear more from you.