A/N: So...sorry its late, but I've been pretty busy lately with school but...here's the next chapter...the first one I wrote got deleted after my laptop died so this is the one I wrote 2nd...I'll just leave this here... *runs off and hides under a rock*
Warning! This chapter will make you cry, so please, no mean comments for what I wrote.
The first week of classes had gone by in a blur and had left Jaylien with a mountain of homework that covered her desk. She was currently sitting at her desk, working on her geometry, and getting really aggravated by the fact that she couldn't concentrate. Usually she could pay attention in all of her classes, but, now, most of her thoughts were occupied by one thing...well, person actually. And that person was one Dwight Houston. He sat near her in almost every class and man was he distracting. The way he always bit his lip when he was taking notes or unsure of weather or not to answer a question. The way his light blue/grey eyes caught the light when he turned his head just so. Oh, and the way he got when he was reading, all concentrated and cute-looking. All of this just kept distracting her from whatever the teacher was saying and now she was paying for it.
She sighed and rested her head on her hand, looking out the window near her desk. It was a beautiful day, and she really just wanted to do something other then homework, but she really needed to finish this so that it wasn't weighing on her all weekend. Really, why couldn't she just finish her homework like she usually did without thinking about the light blue/grey eyes that popped up in her vision when she closed her eyes or spaced out?
A knock on her door brought her out of her thoughts and made her look up. She almost fell out of her chair when she saw who it was standing at the door. "H-hi D-Dwight," she said, standing up shakily. "Wh-what are you doing here?"
Damn it! Why did I have to stutter?
Dwight shuffled his feet slightly and looked everywhere but Jaylien. "Well," he started. "I was wondering if you might want to go out for a little while. You know, walk around, hunt stuff."
Jaylien blushed and looked at her hands, nodding her head slightly. "Uh...s-sure. I...I'd love that." She bit her lip and twisted her mechanical pencil through her fingers nervously. Inside, she was doing a little dance and was saying 'Yay! I get to spend time with Dwight!' while outside, she was trying really hard not to walk over to Dwight and kiss him. Yep, that was her problem. Every single time she saw Dwight (whether it be in classes, lunch, or in Windsor) she wanted to pull him down to her (she was about two inches shorter then him, big deal) so that she could kiss him.
She watched as Dwight smiled slightly and, after telling her that they would go out tomorrow morning, left her room. Then, once he was gone (and she was sure he was out of earshot), she she went over to her bed and fell face-first into the comforter with a groan. Why did she always have to get so giddy and nervous around the boy?
Later that night, after waking up in a cold sweat from a horrible nightmare (again), Jaylien got out of her bed and headed down to the kitchen to make a cup of coffee to calm her down. She sat at the counter and rested her head on her left arm while she held the cup with her right. The nightmare was still quite visual in her mind every time she closed her eyes. The thoughts brought tears to her eyes as she began to cry silently in the empty kitchen. After about twenty minutes of crying, Jaylien had fallen asleep in the same position she had started in, only this time she wasn't holding the coffee cup (she and put it in the sink while she had been crying).
That was how Kurt had found her in the morning when he went to get a trash bag to put all of the coffee cups (yes, the boys still dd that to him every morning) into. He looked at her worriedly and briskly walked over to her and shook her shoulder. "Jaylien?" he asked quietly, not really sure what to do. "Jaylien, you need to wake up." This time he spoke louder when nothing happened. Still, Jaylien did not move. The only sign of life coming from the rise and fall of her back as she breathed.
Kurt sighed and grabbed the blanket that they kept in there 'just in case' something like this happened. He wrapped it around her shoulders and moved her hair out of her face. She needed the sleep. They all knew that. She had woken up screaming more then once in the middle of the night. They all worried, but no one dared to ask, knowing that she would tell them if she wanted them to know. He patted her shoulder and rubbed her back before heading back upstairs to tell Blaine that she was asleep in the kitchen, and to tell the others not to wake her.
He knocked on Blaine's door and quietly poked his head into the room. "Hey Blaine?" he called out to his boyfriend, who was just now waking up. "Jaylien is in the kitchen. I'm guessing she fell sleep after going down to get something to drink."
"M'kay..." Blaine yawned as he stretched from where he was on his bed. "Nightmare?"
"I think so." Kurt walked over to sit next to his sleepy boyfriend and moved some of the curls from the boy's face. "You know, everyone's worried about her, Dwight especially. What happened to her?"
Blaine looked up at Kurt sleepily and slowly sat up. "Well, I only know what Shane told me, he's the one that found her." He looked down at the sheets that pooled in his lap. "Apparently some guys from school, Shane says the football team since she had been dating one of the players at the time, had ganged up on her for some reason and ended up almost killing her."
His pause made Kurt grab his hand and give it a comforting squeeze.
Blaine took a shallow breath and continued. "Shane had been walking past the alcove between the two locker rooms on his way to dance practice when he heard her coughing. She was almost unconscious when the paramedics arrived. Four broken ribs, a minor concussion, split lip, multiple cuts and bruises, and a broken arm. It took her two days to even wake up." By now Blaine was crying silently with his head on Kurt's shoulder. "I'm just glad she didn't end up like Jude. I don't know what I would have done if she had."
Kurt held tight to Blaine and kissed the top of his head, his own tears falling down his cheeks. "I'm glad she didn't end up like that too, honey," he whispered softly.
By the time most of the Windsors, minus Jaylien and Wes (he and Tabatha had had a fight and broken up...again), were up, they were all wondering what wrong with Jaylien. Dwight was pacing the floor of the commons while gripping his medallions tightly in his shaky hands. He was really worried about the girl he has come to really like (and possibly love if she would let him). He didn't want her to be hurt, or upset, or anything like that. He really cared about her, almost as much as he had cared about Alan. Jaylien was like his female version of Castiel. An angel sent to help him. He did not want to lose that. He did not want to lose her before he has even had the chance to have her. That was something he would never forgive himself for...ever.
"Would you stop pacing?!" someone yelled, making him turn and face the other boys. They were all looking at him, concern in their eyes and on their faces. Kurt had been the one to yell.
"Sorry," he snapped, not really meaning to. "I'm just worried, okay?"
The tall brunette sighed and put a hand on his shoulder. "I know, Dwight. We all are." He gave him a small smile. "But we're also worried about you. We don't want you to end up worrying yourself sick over all of this, okay?"
Dwight just nodded and went to go sit on the window-seal he hand recently lined with rock salt. He looked out the window and kept a tight grip on his medallions.
A slight sniffle came from the doorway, making everyone turn their heads. There stood Jaylien, her eyes all puffy and her black hair a mess of curls. She had on her sleep pants and old hoodie, using the hoodie as a sort of security blanket. She had looked around the room before locking eyes with Dwight, quickly walking over to him and, since he was now standing up, buried her face in his chest while her hands fisted his T-shirt. She didn't say a word, and neither did anyone else.
Dwight, after getting over the initial shock of Jaylien's actions, wrapped his arms around the slim girl protectively. He didn't really know what to do. I mean, this pretty much the first time a girl had willingly clung to him (because that was what Jaylien was doing). The only thing he could think of to do was hold her tightly and protectively. That's really all he wanted to do: protect her.
He looked at the other guys in the room, silently asking what to do.
Kurt, being the one who knew girls the best, smiled and motioned to the door that lend to the stairs with his head.
Dwight nodded and looked down at Jaylien. "Hey, uh...come on," he said, making the girl look up slightly. "Let's go watch some Supernatural in my room." He smiled slightly at her, hoping that she would accept his offer.
Jaylien just nodded and let go of his shirt, opting to cling on to his hand instead as they walked up to Dwight's dorm room.
Once there, Dwight set up his laptop and sat next to Jaylien on his bed, the girl clinging to his side once he had pressed play. They watched about one and a half episodes before she paused it and let go of Dwight's upper arm. She looked at her hands like she was contemplating something. Something that she probably kept to herself most of the time. Right before Dwight was going to say something, she spoke, her voice just a whisper.
"If...if I tell you something...do you...do you promise not to treat me any different?"
Dwight nodded his head, giving a small "yeah, of course" in answer.
Jaylien took a deep breath and kept her eyes trained on her hands as she spoke. "Awhile ago, something happened to me. That's why I have nightmares. They usually aren't as frequent as they are now. You know, once or twice a month. Anyway, those nightmares, the reason I even have them in the first place, is a pretty long story but... I want you to know. That way it's not just B and Shane that I go to." She looked up at him slightly. "I want to be able to trust you."
Dwight nodded and hesitantly took her hand in his, encouraging her to go on.
She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, remembering the day it had happened. "Well, I had just waked out of my last class of the day and was headed towards the path I had always took home when Ryan, the only other guy I had ever let in that wasn't family, walked up to me with two of his friends..."
~Flashback~
Jaylien looked up as a hand landed on her shoulder, smiling when she saw the bright blue eyes of her boyfriend, Ryan.
"Hi Ryan!" she said cheerfully, turning fully to the jock. "Is there something you need?"
Ryan looked back at her with a smirk, nothing new there, he was always teasing and smirking at her. "Yeah" he said. "Can you come with me? I think there's something wrong with that area between the locker rooms I keep hearing things from over there."
Jaylien nodded and followed the taller boy to the area he had mentioned. The little alcove was about three feet wide and went back as far as the wall to the gym. Most students didn't even know it existed, but the ones who did usually used it to hide from bullies or spend time with their significant other. To Jaylien, it was like a candy store for demons. Any one could easily get possessed in that small area.
She stepped in front of Ryan, just to make sure it was safe, but, before she could turn around, someone hit her in the back, making her fly forward and fall down on her face. She turned her head and looked up, noticing two of Ryan's football buddies standing on either side of him. One of them, Jake Ralf she thought, had a baseball bat in hand while the other, Alex Ambrose (he was the only guy on the team with a tattoo on his upper arm), just had his arms crossed over his chest.
"What the hell?" she asked, her voice coming out shakier then she planed as she stood up slowly.
"You're a freak, Jaylien," Jake spat, holding the bat tight in his hands. "And freaks like you shouldn't breath the same air as us normal people."
A hard blow to her stomach sent her to her knees, tears prickling her eyes. She looked up at the three boys, holding her arms around her stomach. "Why?" she asked, her green-grey eyes looking into Ryan's blue ones. "I thought you loved me? I trusted you." A kick to her already aching stomach sent her onto her back.
Ryan's laugh echoed in her ears as he said, "Do you really think anyone would want to love someone like you? A freak?" He sneered at her, the same person who had told her that he loved her not one hour ago. "You are pathetic. If any of that stuff you always talk about was real, why would think you could handle it if you're not even strong enough to handle us?" He stomped on her arm, effectively breaking her arm and making her scream out in pain.
The three's laughter filled her ears as she started crying, the tears just streaming down her cheeks. "Why are you doing this? I didn't do anything wrong!" she screamed, earning a kick to her ribs. She heard a crack and whimpered, coughing up a little blood. "Please, just stop," she pleaded endlessly, all of them earning her a kick somewhere on her body while the laughter of the three boy's kept ringing in her ears. Slowly she slipped out of consciousness, her body going limp.
She didn't know how long it took for someone to find her, but when she opened her eyes just barely, she saw Shane's face before going unconscious again...
~End Flashback~
"...the next thing I know, I'm waking up in a hospital room with a cast on my arm and a whole lot of bandages on my person." Jaylien hadn't shed a tear through the whole story. She had none left after how much crying she had done in the past week. She sighed and looked over at Dwight, who was filled with many different emotions. He held on to her hand tightly and looked back at her steadily. "Do you think differently of me now? Now that you know what happened?"
Dwight shook his head. "No. I don't think any different of you. This," he was referring to what had happened to her, "is not going to change the face that I like you." He took a deep breath and tried to gather his thoughts before he spoke. "I really like you, Jaylien. I have since we first met. When I saw you, I just wanted to protect you and keep you safe from all the evil out there. You...are like my female Castiel. Or, if I was Sam Winchester, my Jes...well, minus the whole dying part." He smile at her slightly. "What I'm trying to say is..."
A/N: Sorry, I just really wanted to put a cliff hanger in her somewhere, and what better place then here? Anyway, please R&R! I would really appreciate it.