Disclaimer: I don't own Victorious. Dan Schneider does.

Summary: When Jade has nowhere else to go, she finds she has to turn to Beck. But in doing this, what will Beck find out about her and how will he deal with it? How far will someone go to take care of the one they love?

Author's Note: S,o we're back to short chapters. Well, this and chapter 5 were going to be one chapter but with everyone wanting me to update, I decided to split in two so you guys wouldn't have to wait as long.

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Chapter 4

Jade and Beck sat in silence throughout most of the morning.

"Will you make me some coffee now? Please?" Jade asked.

"Sure," he replied. He grabbed the knife, not allowing Jade to even have a moment with it. She had made her choice and he was going to follow through with it for both hers and his sake. He also grabbed the clothes he had pulled last night and placed them in front of Jade. "Please change while I'm gone. You really shouldn't be in wet clothes."

"Fine. Two sugars!" she called as he walked out the door.

"I know what to do!"

Jade grabbed the shirt and pants Beck had tried to get to her to wear last night off the couch. Now that he knew everything, Jade didn't have to hide it anymore but she still hated the fact he knew. She had never been self-conscious until she put on Beck's short sleeved shirt. Wearing long sleeved shirts or jackets meant she never had to look at her scars; she never had to deal with them. Now they were on the forefront and she had to come to terms with them. She wanted to cover her arms when Beck came back. Even though he had seen them, it still bothered Jade to have them open.

"Coffee for the lady with two sugars," Beck stated, handing Jade her coffee.

"Thanks."

Beck sat down next to her. It was no lie that he was worried about Jade. He really wanted the more definitive answer of how long she had been cutting but Jade had been pushed enough this morning. Admitting it was one step. Admitting to stop was another.

"Will you stop staring at them? It's not going to make them go away," Jade snapped.

Beck hadn't even realized he was staring at her arms again but he couldn't help it. He wanted, needed to understand what was going through Jade's mind to drive her to that point.

"What are you thinking about?" he asked.

"How much you probably hate me right now."

"I don't hate you, Jade. I'm worried about you. I mean, do you understand why I'm so worried about you? I'm worried that-"

"I'm not suicidal Beck."

"Okay then, explain it to me. Why?"

"You don't understand how bad the stress is. I couldn't handle it. This makes it better. I don't know why it does, but it does, okay?"

It was a stupid reason in Beck's mind but for Jade, she'd been doing it so long the lie seemed real. This was just how it was. The cutting made life just a little easier for Jade to deal with.

"Give me your coffee."

"You love coffee."

"I want to marry coffee," she yawned.

"I think you might want to marry sleep right now," Beck pointed out.

"What do you mean by that?"

"Jade, you've had both yours and my cup of coffee and you're still yawning. You're exhausted. Go sleep," he told her.

Jade groaned. She hated it when Beck was right. She curled up on his couch, holding a coffee mug so she could enjoy the coffee aroma as she slept. But the moment she was out cold, Beck took the cup and placed it on his desk. He didn't want to risk Jade accidently breaking the cup and then using one of the shards to cut herself. He didn't even trust her with scissors and he wasn't sure how he was going to conquer that obstacle. Taking away Jade's knife was hard but scissors were going to be another battle entirely.

With Jade asleep, Beck grabbed his phone off his desk and sent out a mass text message to the gang. He needed help with Jade and she needed to know she didn't have to deal with this issue alone. People did care about her, even if she didn't realize it.