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~Zoe~ I was falling forward. I tried to balance myself so I wouldn't crash to the floor like a pile of bricks but it was so unexpected that it was proving difficult. At the last second, I pushed my hands forward and landed on the floor. Thanks to my hands that were out, I didn’t fall on my stomach as Jax may have wanted. The impact was felt by my knees and palms that scraped on the floor. While in that position, I felt myself getting angrier and angrier. What was really wrong with him? Did he want to kill me? I didn’t know him to be someone who would kill anyone, especially a baby that was innocent of anything, but it was fast getting clear to me that I didn’t know who the real Jax was despite how long we were together. Well, what could I expect from someone who raped women and swep