Beck's P.O.V.
I remember the days when, well, the days that Jade would actually talk to me. She just runs off and says "I'm going to work.", or "I'm going shopping."
The places she would shop are five minutes away and she only gets like 2 things every time, but she's gone for like 4 hours at the least. Today I was supposed
to celebrate Christmas with my parents and family, but they're divorced, and sadly, I'm not in contact with them much anymore. So I've pretty much raised my younger siblings for the past 5 years. My life is messed up.
Then I heard a knock at the door.
"Tori?"
"Merry Christmas Beck!"
"Not very merry with my family."
"Why not?"
"Come here, sit and I'll explain."
*tells the story*
"Oh, I see. I feel bad for you."
"Thanks for the sympathy."
"So how are things going with Jade?"
And then there was a long moment of silence between the two.
"Oh, too personal? Sorry."
"No it's okay. You see, Jade's been leaving the house alot lately, and she's gone for over 4 hours. I'm starting to think she's having an affair with someone."
"You can't just jump to conclusions, Beckett. Maybe she's just taking awhile finding stuff in the store."
"I'm gonna call her."
So I called her, and here's our conversation:
"Jade, hello?"
"Oh, hi Beck."
"Where are you? It's been over 3 hours!"
"Oh... ... I'm sick! Yes! so sick that] ... I'm in the hospital!"
"What hospital?"
And then she hung up.
"Tori, I think you should go."
"Okay, see you later."