Chapter 4
Sorry I haven't updated in like… forever. But school is insane. Period.
No One's POV
Beck stormed down the hall angrily once he received Jade's room number. He flew the door open and walked in, only to be greeted by her asleep in a hospital gown, tucked underneath the heavy quilts. Beck ran a hand through his hair crossly and groaned loudly, pissed off to a T. How could she keep this from him? Wait, was it even his child?
"Beck?" Jade asks groggily, stretching her arms out. Beck looks up at her, anger evident on his face.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" He snaps at her, coming closer to the bed. Jade gives him a confused look, wondering what the hell he was talking about.
"Oh, don't pull that bullshit with me, Jade," he seethes, folding his hands on the footboard of the bed, glaring at her. "Do I really need to refresh your memory?" He doesn't wait for an answer. "You're here because you had a miscarriage. And I want to if that was my baby or not." He hears a small squeak come out of her as she frowns and looks down at her stomach. She rubs her hands over it, gasping.
"I-I… I don't have the baby anymore?" She whispers, finally looking up at Beck with tears in her eyes. He's about to snap something at her, but his facial expression goes a little bit softer when he sees the tears welling up.
"Was the baby mine or not, Jade?" He didn't intend for it to sound as harsh as it did. She looks back down at her stomach, sniffling softly and he sees a tear drop escape from her eyes and onto her hand. He can't help the guilt swelling up inside of him for being so ruthless to her seconds ago.
"Was it?" He presses, though his tone more gentle. She sniffles again before using her wired hand to wipe her nose. She just gives a meek nod, but the answer is enough to piss Beck off, causing him to throw himself off the bed railing and pound a fist into a wall, not hard to break it, though.
"When we're you planning on telling me, huh?" Beck asks irritably, walking closer again to her bed.
"I wasn't planning on telling you at all! I thought you were dead!" She defends, tears pouring out of her. But that didn't stop Beck this time. It just set him off more.
"You and I know damn well that you knew I wasn't dead," He seethes.
"I saw you die right in front of me! How could you not believe me?!" She cries.
"Because everyone else is saying you left on purpose! That you left because you couldn't handle getting engaged at such a young age!" His voice rises with every word.
"So you believed them?"
"Uh, yeah, I did! How was I supposed to confront you about it if you were off across the country?!" He shouts. "Why did you keep it, anyway? You've never been one for kids, and everyone knows that." She doesn't answer.
"Why did you keep it?" He repeats, more anger bubbling inside of him. "Answer me!"
"Because it was the last thing I had of you, okay?!" She screams, her face scrunching up with tears filling the creases now formed. He suddenly pulls his head back at her words, not saying anything.
"It was the last thing I had of you," she whispers again, looking down at her hands. They stay quiet for a few more minutes before the doctor comes in, interrupting their moment of silence.
"Okay, you're free to go. Your clothes are in the bathroom," the doctor informs her, smiling and walking over to take the IV out of the front of her hand.
"You'll need to be discharged," he says before walking out of the room. Jade finally looks up from her cupped, fidgety hands, her eyes instantly meeting with Beck's. But she quickly turns away and just turns on her side, curling up into a ball.
"Jade-"
"Go get me my clothes," she mumbles, cutting him off. "And get out." He sighs, but does as he's told and places her clothes on the bed before exiting the room and shutting the door.
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The ride home was dead silent. Jade kept her eyes on the window and Beck kept his eyes on the road. And right as he pulled out of the hospital parking lot he swore he saw glint of tears in Jade's eyes.
Beck pulled up in Jade's driveway, and Jade was so anxious just to get out of the car. She was already opening the door before the car was at a full stop.
"Jade, wait," Beck pleads, grabbing her wrist right before she got out. She jumped at his touch and instantly pulled her arm back, her eyes widening with fear.
"Jade? Are you okay?" Beck asks, noticing her squirming a little.
"Just- what do you want?" She stammers, mentally face palming. She never stutters.
"Look, I'm sorry for the way I acted at the hospital," Beck starts, running a hand through his hair. Jade scoffed and crossed her arms.
"You should be," she grumbled.
"But you never told me about this," he defends. And that was what angered her the most. She had to repeat it so much and it hurt.
"How many times do I have to say it?!" She exclaims, throwing her arms up. "I thought you were dead! I saw you die right in front of me!"
"Whatever, Jade," Beck sighs, not believing her.
"You know what; believe you're so called 'friends.' They clearly wanted me out of the picture. They wanted me gone. But fine, don't believe me," she snaps before climbing out of the car and to her front door. She noticed her dad's car not in the driveway, so she pulled out her car keys and unlocked the door, walking in and shutting it behind her. She dropped her bag on the couch and walked in the kitchen, only to be greeted by a note taped to the fridge. She rolled her eyes before snatching it off and reading it.
Jadelyn
I've left for a business trip to Seattle. I'll be gone for about four or five days. There's TV dinners in the fridge and extra money in the drawer. Don't do anything stupid.
"My name is Jade!" She yells at the paper before crumpling it up and throwing it in the trashcan. She swings open the cabinet to her left and pulls out some boxed Velveeta before filling a pot with some water. She begins to boil the water and goes to sit down on the couch. She grabs the remote and flips through the channels, but abruptly stops on the news channel. A picture of Cat is on the screen. An old picture with Jade in the picture. Jade squints her eyes at the screen, turning all her attention to the TV.
"Caterina Valentine has been missing for almost a year now. Her family will not give up on looking for her, though. It seems that Caterina was best friends with a girl named Jadelyn West, who reportedly left almost a year ago. Sources from her old high school, Hollywood Arts, have said she's back but not welcome. Take a look." The reporter is replaced with nonetheless Tori Vega. Jade leans closer to the TV, eager to hear this.
"Do you know why Jadelyn left, Miss Vega?" A different reporter asks Tori who's currently filling the spotlight.
"Jade ran off about a year ago from the hospital. Her now ex-fiancé, Beck Oliver, was in the hospital from suffering a car accident. Yes, they were deeply in love. And when I say deep, I mean deep. They were inseparable. Anyway, they decided to have a little ceremony in the hospital because it was most likely he wasn't going to make it. He died right in front her, which really screwed her up. But he just flat lined. He didn't actually die. But she left before anyone could explain to her. We tried to call her, e-mail her, anything, but it turns out she changed her e-mail and deleted her account. So, in a way, she left on purpose. Beck was crushed, along with Cat." Tori finally stopped her rant, making Jade fume. How could she spill Jade's life out like that? And she didn't leave on purpose! She thought her fiancé was dead! How would else would you respond to that? If she was going to be depressed, she decided she wasn't going to ruin everyone else's lives. So she left.
"Is Beck Oliver here with you?" The reporter asks Tori.
"No, he's at home. But I could give him a call," she shrugs, pulling out her phone.
"I dare you, Vega," Jade says through clenched teeth, standing up. "I dare the hell out of you."
"Sure, but only if he's up for it," the reporter says. So Tori, being her naïve little self, dialed up Beck and put it on speaker.
"Tori?" Jade heard Beck's lazy voice from the other line. "What's up?"
"Hey, Beck," Tori smiles, making Jade boil inside. "Listen, I'm being interviewed by the news people up here at Hollywood Arts. They're trying to get some information about where Cat could be. Right now we're talking about Jade and how she's a suspect. Could you maybe come?" A sigh is heard from the receiver. Don't do it, Beck, Jade thinks to herself, biting her lip. Don't you do this to me.
"Yeah, sure," Beck replies finally, making Jade stomp her foot and scream. They say their goodbyes, but Jade's already throwing the steaming water in the sink, turning off the burners, and throwing her coat on. She angrily slings her bag over her shoulder and grabs her phone before stalking outside, making her way to Hollywood Arts.