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Jax sits in the hall, hearing the shower running. A few minutes later, Melodie walks out and into her room. Jax moves and follows her. "I'm sorry, Melodie." She doesn't answer, her head shaking. He hurt her. Hell, she wants to run to him, but she also wants to hurt him. "Please. I know I am an arsehole, Melodie, please." She stops and turns to face him. Seeing her face, his eyes close. She's been crying. He's made her cry. "All that, Jax, waking up thinking he had raped me, all that was nothing, nothing compared to you saying that maybe I should have been taken like you didn't even care if I never came back out of that room." Jax nods. He can apologise again, but what will that prove? "I won't say sorry. I can't, Melodie, because I have already, so many times. It makes no differe