Chapter 2
Jade sighed as she laid in the RV, Beck's arms wrapped around her. She closed her eyes as the feeling of nausea swept through her, and she bit her lip. They'd ditched the rest of the day, and she knew her parents would find out.
"Jade…babe. What's wrong?" Beck asked quietly, rubbing her back slowly.
She shook her head, afraid to speak and vomit on him. He sighed, waiting for her to speak. She took a few deep breaths and although she wouldn't admit it, she loved the feeling of his hand rubbing her back…it made her feel slightly better.
Finally, she couldn't stop the bile shooting up her throat and made a beeline for his bathroom. Seconds later, Beck's cool breath was on her burning neck, one hand holding her long dark hair and the other rubbing her shoulders gently.
Jade groaned and leaned into him when she was finished. She hated showing vulnerability, even to Beck, but in this moment she felt shitty.
"Feel better?" Beck asked.
"I'm fine."
"Yeah that's what you said this morning, right before you passed out." he teased slightly, and felt her forehead. "You don't have a fever."
"That's a stupid way to find out if someone has a fever." She said curtly and stood slowly. "I am fine."
He watched her. "Why don't I believe you?"
She glared at him. "Who cares if you do or not?"
He sighed. "Jade. You're sick. Obviously." he led her back to the bed and they sat. "Now do you want me to drive you home or so u want to stay here?"
She shook her head. "Here. I so don't want to go home yet."
He nodded and pulled her close. "Fine. But you have to let me take care of you then."
"But I'm not sick!" She whined.
"Yes. You are." he argued and they leaned against the wall. "And it's okay. I won't tell anyone about this."
She nodded but didn't speak. The feeling of nausea had basically subsided but she still felt crappy. In her brain, she knew what was wrong. How could it not be? It ran in her family and it was just as well that she was affected too.
She inwardly cringed. How would she explain this to Beck? She knew he would be supportive, but she felt bad. This is not what she wanted for her life.
Beck's grip tightened around her after a few minutes, as he watched her internally fight with herself. He didn't know what was happening, but he would wait for Jade to tell him. One thing was certain, though. Something was wrong with Jade, and it was something big.
A few hours later, Beck leaned down and kissed her hair. "Babe…"
She blinked and looked up at him. "What…what happened?"
He chuckled. "You fell asleep. It's late. I should get you home."
She nodded, still waking up, and allowed him to lead her to the car. Once she was home, and Beck had driven away, Jade hurried to her room and slammed the door to the conjoined bathroom.
Quickly, she ripped open the bag from under her sink and a few minutes later tears were falling down her face. Shaking her head, she dropped everything and ran to her bed, burying her head in her pillow.
The light from the small bathroom filled the room with bigger regret and pain for Jade. On the floor, near the sink, was her whole future and all of her plans, dead in front of her because of this one fact. Out of everyone she knew, why did it have to happen to her?
On the floor, in the bathroom, her future went out the window with that tiny pink plus sign.
