Beck's POV

I kept going over my thoughts as I made drinks.

'I love Jade, but lately there has been distance between us. I absolutely hate it. She keeps doubting me like I have slept with someone else. Cant she see that I only love her only dream about her and only care about her'

Another shot of vodka. Just like this till 3 in the morning I kept going over my thoughts. Somewhere near the 5th shot I fell asleep. 6 o clock in the morning I woke up to a ringing noise. My phone.

I walked over to my phone and saw that it was Jade's cousin, Carol, calling. She never called. I cautiously picked the phone up and answered it.

"Hellooooo?" I asked.

"Beck? Hey yeah it's Carol. Jade's Dad had a heart attack," she said in a breath. I was debating on whether to tell Jade or to go to Canada myself so Jade might not have to deal with the sadness. I picked the first idea. Since it was her dad.

"Carol, me and Jade will be there as soon as possible," I said to her. All I heard her say was a sad and depressed 'k'. I slowly walked to my and Jade's bedroom although since Tasha, my movie's lead actress, only Jade sleeps in that room.

"Jade, Babe wake up," I said slightly shaking her to wake her up. She groaned a little.

"Huh?" she said as soon as she woke up.

"Dad had a heart attack," I said sadly. Her eyes widened as I told her everything about the heart attack and I call her Dad, Dad because he's like my dad since we're engaged.

"We have to go there" she said. And got up to pack our things, I started booking tickets.

IN CANADA AT THE HOSPITAL

Jade's POV

Again in Canada. I have told him so many times to not come here but he just won't listen! I impatiently waited out the hospital rooms as Carol talked to the doctor. After she was done she came towards me.

"It's just because of stress," she answered in a quiet tone.

"I've told him so many times to not come back here it only makes his health worst." I said

"He's been at his happiest here," she said.

"And his saddest!" I pointed out yelling. Carol sighed.

"Hi Beck. How's your movie going?" she asked.

"Just a few days of editing and it will be on the big screen," Beck said excited. After a few minutes of chatting all three of us left to go to the house my family used to live in before the accident.

I felt my stomach drop as I remembered that day.

Flashback

It was another normal day me and my sister Cat were playing outside. Well I was playing Cat was recording everything on the camcorder.

Yesterday was our 10th birthday and our dad got us both a camera and a camcorder. I liked pictures so the camera was mine and Cat loved movies so the camcorder went to her.

"Let's go ask Dad to play with us," cat suggested from behind the camera. I nodded to her and ran inside the house with her behind me.

"Dad will you play with us?" I asked Dad.

"Ask your Mom I'm busy, love you two!" Dad used his usual line. I rolled my eyes and went to my Mom's bedroom with cat recording my every move.

"Mom. . . " I didn't say anything after. I must have thought that my mom looked horrible but now looking back on it she looked like crap. Her hair was a mess as if someone had been pulling on it for hours and her eyes had bags, she looked like she hadn't eaten ages even though we saw her eating her in her room every night when we came to say goodnight.

My mom had became very distant like in her own world. She would barely come outside and look absolutely terrified all the time.

Without saying anything I closed the door and turned to Cat and said "Go outside and wait for me near the pool, I'll bring strawberry ice cream!"

Strawberry ice cream grabbed her attention.

"KK but I'm not going in the pool," she said and ran off with the camera.

It took me about 15 minutes to get the ice cream out. We had a huge fridge and well I needed a chair. When I went back outside I saw cat drowning.

My first instinct was to jump in but I didn't know how to swim.

"Dad!" I yelled out and within a few seconds he came running out and got Cat out of the water but by then she had stopped moving.

Flashback ends

Beck knew the whole story. He didn't want me staying here but I convinced him that what happened was the past and the past is . . . well the past.