I wanted to slap him. I wanted to kiss him. I wanted to kill him. I wanted to just die in a hole.

What the hell was going on. At first, I thought he was merely a vision due to my extreme lack of sleep. Then I thought he had a baby on the way with another woman. And then to top it all off we made out in the hospital hallway.

Who have I become?

Rushing back into the ward, I slumped against the wall desperately trying to calm down my shaky unstable breathing and frantically beating heart. I didn't know what to think.

"Hey, hope I wasn't interrupting something back there". A shrill scream erupted out of my mouth as a deep voice sounded from behind me. Pressing my hand to my chest in hopes of calming down my heart, I sighed in relief seeing that it was only Jack. His lips were quirked up into a smirk with his hands stuffed into his white coat pockets.

"No, gosh of course not". Jack was undeniably handsome and I couldn't help but lose my words every time I stared at him.

"Are you sure? He seems a bit, persistent". My face paled as Jack pointed to the main door with an uneasy expression. I followed his finger and internally screamed. Dean was stood staring through the window with a sinister glare on his face. His eyes fell to me and shook his head before disappearing down the hall.

"We once had a thing together, but that's long gone. I can't wait for tomorrow". Jack turned back to face me with a huge smile on his face.

"Me too" he whispered softly into my ear making my cheeks heat up with a reddening blush. Jack winked my way one last time before heading off down the hall ready to check on some more patients.

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"Look at us Roooosiieeee, girlie I can't believe you organised a last minute night out! What's made you so confident" Jennifer giggled as she knocked back her 4th drink.

"Well seeing as we have tomorrow off, I thought fuck it" I giggled as I drowned my feelings in another vodka and coke.

"AHHHHHH she swore. You're a bad bitch" Jennifer cheered as she threw her empty cup into the swarm of people on the dance floor.

"You're right, I am a mother fucking bad bitch" I repeated as I grabbed a drink out of a random stranger's hand and gulped it down in one.

"Oi!" he yelled at me.

"Oh my God, look Jen, he's ginger. I love ginger people" I giggled as I stroked his beard.

"I apologise for my friend, she's a bad bitch tonight. Here, £5 for your troubles" Jen handed the man a £5 and thankfully all was forgiven and forgotten.

"Hey, why is my husband going. Come back sweet ginger man. I want to have ginger babies with you" I held my arms out to the man who had run away from us. Tears began to well up in my eyes as he disappeared into the sea of people.

"Noooooo, come back for my wifey Rosie" Jen started to cry and sure enough she hugged me tightly.

"Look at me, I'm a mess. I need someone to fix me" I sobbed into my hands as the room started to spin.

"Maybe that good looking man can do it" Jen slurred as she pointed her finger straight ahead.

The large groups of people were swaying from side to side like ocean waves, but there was a man standing with his arms crossed across his chest looking at me with stern eyes.

"Ugh, he looks annoying. He has that kinda face you wanna punch" I laughed as I waved to the angel in white carrying a tray of tequila.

"I'll have the whole tray please" I giggled as I handed her a couple of notes.

To my surprise it was enough for her to leave us the whole tray.

"Do you wanna die?" Jen laughed manically.

"Noooooo, I wanna live" I cried as I started knocking back the shot glasses that burned my throat from the inside.

But before I could take anymore, someone grabbed the glass from out of my hand and threw the liquid to the floor.

"Oh look, the police have arrived. Arrest me officer, I'm a bad bitch" smirking at the blurry man in front of me, I quickly grabbed another glass and knocked it back before his hands could grab it from me.

"I thought you had a date tonight" a stern voice thundered over the music.

"Uh yah, I do. It's with tequila, now go away" I yelled at him as he had the audacity to take away my alcohol.

"Let's get you home" he whispered into my ear whilst I sneakily downed another shot.

"Someone call the retirement home. This old Grandpa has escaped. I am staying you old fart" I hissed at him.

The man growled lowly before pulling me up by my wrist and slowly started dragging me away from my tequila.

"You feel like someone I know" I frowned as I sneaked another glass to the man's dismay.

"Oh yeah. And what's he like?" the man questioned with a raised brow.

"He's a twat that I want to kill" I replied angrily.

"A twat, cute insult" the man laughed as he pulled me away.

"You know I'm having a man's babies, right here in the club. Guess what, they're going to be ginger".

The man suddenly turned around and glared at me as if I had insulted him.

"I'd love him to park his car in my garage" I giggled only for the man to pull me with more force.

"Ow, you're hurting me. Just like Dean did" I muttered to myself, but the man seemed to have heard.

Feeling the fresh chill air on my face, I looked down at the ground feeling tears pour down my face.

The man stood in front of me and lifted his arm up and began to stroke them away.

"I'm sorry" he whispered out.

I frowned at the man in front of me wondering where I had heard his voice from. The tequila had claimed my vision, but I knew him. I recognised the voice.

"Are you Jesus, guiding me home?" I blurted out as I went to touch his face.

"Crikey, are you always this weird when you're drunk" he pulled away.

"Hey! It's rude to call someone weird. Has anyone taught you any manners you y-you jackass" I went to slap him, but stopped as the atmosphere turned tense.

"My sister did" he replied with nothing but a cold voice.

"And where is she? She sounds like an angel" I smiled.

The man didn't reply, but instead started pulling on my wrist.

"Hands off my bad bitch" a voice screeched out behind us.

Laughing at my drunk friend who stumbled down the stairs, I reached out for her like the titanic, but the strange man pulled me away.

"Wherever she goes, I go, you got that Mr good looking man" she wagged her finger at him causing my chuckles to turn to belly laughs.

"God give me strength" he groaned to himself before pulling me away and telling Jen to follow after us.

"Damn, you rich" Jen laughed as he opened the door to his sleek car that looked brand new.

"Don't tell him, but I'm going to knock him out so we can steal his car, got it?" I whispered to the man before winking at him.

"Nooooo you idiot, you just told the man we were gonna rob" Jen smacked me on the head causing me to start crying.

The man slammed the door and quickly shoved me inside the front seat before he got into the driver's seat.

"I-I'm not an idiot" I cried into my hands as the car started to move away from the crowds of the club.

"Oh gosh, you're right. I'm so sorry. I'm the idiot, not you" Jennifer cried into her hand before throwing up all over the leather seats.

"Oh you've got to be kidding me" the man growled out and before I could apologise on behalf of my friend, I collapsed against the window and succumbed to the spinning world.

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Groaning at the throbbing headache, I slowly dragged my heavy body up and looked round to see flashes of lights before being greeted by piercing sunlight.

"Someone turn the light out" I cried out whilst covering my eyes before throwing my covers over my face to stop my head from pounding.

But in the midst of my pain, I smelt the beautiful salty scent of bacon and shot up in bed.

How the hell is bacon cooking itself. Oh shit, did I forget I was cooking bacon and took a nap?

Jumping out of bed, I slowly walked down the hallway cautious of my pounding headache and peered round to see a tall man stirring a pot in only a pair of jogging bottoms. It was dim, but I couldn't see their features properly.

What the hell I have become? A one night stand, really Rosie?

Grabbing the baseball bat that was hidden in my coat rack, I trod carefully towards the intruder with intention of rendering him unconscious so I could try and piece last night's memories together.

Letting out a weird sounding battle cry, I ran towards the burly figure and swung the baseball bat with strength directly at their head.

"Fuck". The man fell forwards hitting his forehead on the top of the gas hob and collapsed to the floor clutching his head and cursing out in agony.

"Dean? What the hell". Rushing over to the light, I flicked the switch and grimaced seeing Dean lying on the floor groaning in pain. Throwing the bat down I rushed back over to him and knelt on the floor beside him assessing his injuries.

"Crap, I'm so sorry Dean" I yelled out in panic at hurting him when all he was trying to do was make some food.

Dean had gained himself a cut on his forehead, blood trickling down his face leaving a small puddle on the floor. Reaching under my sink, I grabbed my first aid box, but as I stared at him I glared at him as he looked up at me in shock and hurt.

"Wait a minute. I'm not sorry. Why and how did you get into my home and why are you helping yourself to my food? Why the hell are you here you creep!" I screamed at him not caring that he was bleeding.

"Damn, you really can't remember can you. I found you blind drunk in a club. You were a danger to yourself so I took you home. I also took your friend to her home. Can't say I'm a fan of her after she puked on my seats" he groaned as he slowly pulled himself up.

"You probably deserve it. But this doesn't justify you breaking into my house and acting like everything is normal" I grumbled as I reluctantly picked up the first aid kit.

"Would you rather I left you to the men who were eyeing you up and trying to separate you and your friend so they could use you without your consent. I only wanted to keep you safe" he whispered out whilst I pulled him over to sit him down on the sofa.

Frowning at him, I opened up the first aid box and pulled out everything I needed. But before I could tend to him, he picked up a glass of water and handed me a couple of pills.

"I am surprised you're not stumbling around after all the tequila you consumed last night" he smiled sadly watching as I took them eagerly.

Turning my attention to the trail of blood coming from out of his forehead, I pressed some gauze against his tan skin and kept my eyes focused on the wound and out of his eyes.

Keeping my focus on his head, I felt my heart skip a beat as he slowly ran his finger over my cheek before tucking a wild strand of hair behind my ear.

Whilst I cleaned up the blood on his head, his lips now and again edged closer towards mine. I refrained from looking at him knowing that a single glance would set me off. My whole body screamed out for me to fall into his arms and plead for him to hold me close and never let me go. But I bit my lip harshly ridding myself of those pathetic thoughts. I wasn't the same girl he once knew. I'm a survivor and I wasn't going to play the helpless girl who comes running back every time.

"Stop staring at me Dean". His blank expression suddenly turned sad as he backed away slightly allowing me to put the utensils back in the box.

"I can't" he whispered as I pushed the kit back.

"Why?".

Our faces were so close that I could taste his minty breath on my lips. His scent was mouth watering and his aura powerful.

"Because I missed your face. God I missed you so much Rosie".

My eyes began to water as he slowly ran his thumb along my jawline before stopping on my lips. Dean's eyes flew up to mine, his eyebrows scrunched up as he saw the tears fall down my face. My heart was breaking with every touch and caress. It wasn't fair what he was doing. Acting like everything was okay when it really wasn't.

"Dean, stop" my voice was cracking as I tried to hold myself together, but every single thing he did made my self built walls crumble down.

"Baby, please. Skip your date tonight, stay with me and I'll tell you everything". Dean placed both of his hands on the side of my head and stared into my eyes.

"No. Let go!". Pushing him away harshly, I stood up and walked to the other side of the room wiping away my tears. I didn't want to cry in front of him.

"You're being so unfair. You think things can go back to the way they were just like that? For nearly 2 years I cried my heart out wanting you, hoping you'd find me, begging for forgiveness, but your words stuck with me the entire time. The guilt I felt for Lucy's death. Everything. You can't expect to come waltzing back and have your happily ever after. You hurt me so bad".

I restrained the sobs that threatened to pour out of me and instead stared out the window gazing at clear sky.

"Rosie".

I could feel his presence come up behind me desperate to touch and comfort me, but he stopped himself.

"I'm so sorry for all the pain I put you through. There is so much I want to tell you, I need to tell you. But we have to go somewhere specific for me to do it".

No. I wasn't going to fall for his facade. It was an act. And unlike my foolish self 2 years ago, I wasn't going to fall for it this time.

"Shove your apology up your ass. I have a date to go to".