Jazz's POV:
There I was, on my daughters 7th birthday, my son only being eight weeks old, and I was in a bar. Alone. Why was I there? I had no idea. I had no clue how I had got their either. I just know that I was sat in a bar that I should recognise, unfortunately not knowing where from.
"Have you seen Josh lately?" I heard a voice call from behind me. I turned around and was faced with my brothers best friend from college, Isaac.
"Hey Isaac. No I haven't. Why? Has something happened?" I asked, unknowingly panicking at the thought of my brother being unwell.
I had never really got on with my brother, but we were friends and at the end of the day we could get on if we had a reason to.
"No. It's just that he's meeting me here. Have you seen him?" Isaac said, referring to his original question.
"Oh. No. Sorry Isaac." I mumbled, turning back to my drink.
I noticed someone sit down next to me, and didn't bother to look up.
"What are you doing here?"
I suddenly regretted coming to the bar, knowing that now my brother was here, he would criticise everything I was doing: my drink, my lack of company, the fact that I had just had A baby and was drinking. Everything I was doing, he would criticise.
"Hi josh." I mumbled, twisting my glass in my hand.
"Why aren't you wearing your glasses? Mum said you were wearing them again."
"Oh, I got contacts."
"Great. Good to know. Now why are you here?"
"I don't know honestly. I just am. Guess I had a reason when I got here but forgot it and it didn't matter any more."
"You still continue to baffle me Jasmine."
"Don't. Call me. Jasmine."
"Why not? Because only Lili can call you that?" He spat sarcastically.
"Just because you're still alone at the age if 34 doesn't mean that you have to be bitter towards me Josh. I haven't seen you in years, can't you at least try to sound like you've missed me." I sighed, sitting up as I took the last swig of my drink, slamming the glass down. "Now stop insulting me and leave me alone." I spat at him, standing up from the stool I was on and heading out towards the door.
"Wait wait wait. I'm sorry okay!" Josh cried, grabbing my hand and I ran out if the bar. "Mum told me how well you were doing with your new family and it made me upset okay. I was jealous." I lifted my wrist out of his grip and turned to cross the road.
"So you couldn't stand to see me happy and content with my life? Great apology Josh. Really, well done." I mumbled. Turning and running across the street.
"Jazz! Wait!" I turned around at the sound if my brother calling my name.
"What?!" I shouted at him, sick of his petty arguments and pathetic apologies.
"I know sorry isn't good enough, but for whatever good it will do: I'm sorry." He called, starting across the road.
Before I could stop him, his body was on the floor and I was running across the suddenly still road, screaming my brothers name. Tears were streaming down my face as people started to gather round, desperate to see the figure in the middle of the road.
"Josh! Josh! Wake up!" I cried, leaning on his body, covering him, away from the watching people.
Before I could stop them, arms were wrapped around my waist, pulling me away from my brother, pulling me away from the bar. Everything around my was turning black, and the only thing I could see was the body on the floor in a pool of blood.
"Josh! Josh! Wake up!" I cried over and over again, despite the fact that I knew I was being taken away. By who? I did not know.
"Jazz! Jazz! Wake up!" And that I did.
I sat up in my bed, sweating, my hair scraped back from my face and Liam's arms around my waist. He had carried me away. Away from my dream. Away from my nightmare.
"Jazz." Liam breathed, trying to calm down my fast breaths.
"I need to go home. I'm sorry Liam." I said, clambering out of bed.
"I have to see my brother. I have to know he's safe."
"Jazz. He's fine. You're just panicked. Come back to bed and we'll talk about it in the morning." Liam tried I reason.
"Liam you don't get it. What would you do if you had a dream that Ruth was hit by a car and died because she was trying to be nice to you? It's a horrible feeling Liam. An yea I might be a bit homesick but I'm pregnant, I've just a nightmare and I have only seen my mum in the pas year. I want to see my family Liam, and it's taken this to make me notice how much I miss them." I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding, a son suddenly racking my body.
"Then let's go."