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He took one of her hands.
    “The world is trying to tear us
apart again. I won’t let it.”
    Slader turned and rushed from the
bathroom, leaving the door open for Jessica to follow. He knew she’d follow
because if she was meant to be with him she would. He grabbed something to wear
and dressed himself before meeting Jerry and Charles outside the bedroom.
    “We don’t have time,” Jerry said.
“They’re going to come.”
    “They’re? Who?”
    “Let’s move,” Jerry said.
    The bedroom door opened and Jessica
appeared. She was dressed, her hair wet. Slader stared. He wanted - no, needed
- to take her into the bedroom, lock the door, and strip her of those clothes. He
needed to get lost inside her body.
    Slader took to the steps of the
cabin and ran forward in front of everyone. The cabin was bigger than most
people’s homes, but that was a minor detail as Slader rushed to find whoever
was interrupting his time with Jessica. He wouldn’t tolerate it, not again.
    In the front living room, a man
stood in front of the massive stone fireplace. A fire was lit, the flame
dancing. He stood with his hands in his pockets and had a sense of arrogance
about him that bothered Slader from the second he saw him.
    “You’re a fucking lawyer,” Slader
said.
    The man looked over his shoulder
and smiled. “Do you always bring that language to important meetings?”
    “Only when I wasn’t informed there’d
be a meeting. I’m in the middle of something.”
    “I’m sure you are,” the man said.
“Writing the next big hit, canceling more shows, taking people for all their
worth, stealing business deals, not paying musicians you hired...”
    “Oh, fuck this,” Slader said.
    “Please, Mr. Slader, let’s sit.”
    “I’ll stand.”
    The man nodded. “I’m Mr.
Cartwright. I represent Richie.”
    “Of course you do.”
    “As you’re aware, you were supposed
to pay him for his services.”
    “He was taken care of.”
    “I’m sure you feel he was,” Mr. Cartwright
said. “But the reality...”
    “What do you want? Are you here to
sue me? If so, that doesn’t involve me.”
    “No,” Mr. Cartwright said. “I just
wanted to be here on behalf of Richie when this happens...”
    Slader watched as two men came into
the room. One in a suit and tie and one in a police uniform. Slader looked back
at Jerry.
    “Don’t panic,” Jerry said. “Just...
go...”
    “Go? Where?”
    “To jail,” Mr. Cartwright said.
“For assault and battery. For what you did to Richie.”
    “What I did?” Slader asked.
    “You beat the hell out of him,” Mr.
Cartwright said.
    “I’m sorry,” Slader said. “Are you
talking about when he showed up at my show, backstage, unauthorized? When he
started screaming, waving his hands, making threats? What about safety? My
manager? My band? The venue?”
    “Should have called the police,”
Mr. Cartwright said.
    “There wasn’t enough time,” Slader
said. “He was dangerous. I had to defend myself...”
    The two men stepped towards Slader.
The police officer read him his rights and the other man in the suit began to
spout off information that Slader had no interest in. Instead, he looked at
Jessica. He saw the look on her face and in her eyes. These men were going to
take them apart again. The handcuffs on Slader now were real. Before, they were
there in spirit, always tearing them apart. Always hurting them.
    “I won’t be long,” Slader whispered
as he walked by Jessica. “I won’t be long... not like last time...”
    Slader left the cabin and took a
deep breath of the cold mountain air. His heart raced. And hurt. Emotion had
found a way back into his broken soul.

 
    Capture me, take me, love me,
hate me, release me, find me, hold me, tell me, give me. Come to me, lie to me,
do it all again. I’ll take it, love it, hate it, release it, find it, hold it,
tell it, give it. I’ll come to you, lie to you, you do it all again. Capture
me, take me, love me, hate me, release me,