*Jayme's POV*

I bet Willow is having more fun than me, I thought, pouting and suddenly felt bad for taking cheap shots at her and Teddy's relationship. To be honest, sometimes I was jealous of what they had.

I bet even Paige is having more fun than me. And she's at some boring dinner with her mom, some guy, and his creepy kids. And what am I doing? Sitting in my room, staring at the wall because everyone else is busy.

Teddy and Willow are at Togus, Paige is at that dinner, Vern's on his date, and Gordie is—well, I don't know. The only one available is…Chris. I sighed and got off my bed, heading for the door. It was time to go make up with my boyfriend.

Sure, I was still mad about what he said and his words really hurt but…I was tired of being angry.

"Dad, I'm going out! I'll be back later, okay?" I called, heading to the front door and my dad called back, "Okay!"

I walked along the streets to Castle Rock, humming to myself as I got closer and closer to Chris's house. When I got to the house, an old, angry-looking blonde man came stomping out. He resembled Chris, so I knew this was the dreaded Mr. Chambers.

"Fucking no good son! Who does he think he is? THINK YOU'RE BETTER THAN ME?" Mr. Chambers screamed at the house and then got into his car, roaring down the street.

"Honey, wait!" Mrs. Chambers cried, running out of the house and into the yard, tears welling in her eyes.

Chris appeared in the doorway, glaring after his dad. He was limping and clutching his side, with blood gushing out of his nose and mouth and a black eye.

Before I knew it, I was screaming his name and flying into his arms, nearly knocking him backwards.

"Chris, what happened?" I sobbed, all my anger at him melting away.

"My dad happened," he grumbled and nearly fell over in wooziness.

"Chris! You need to go to the hospital!" I yelped, fearfully. Chris just sighed. Their only car was gone and it didn't look like his mom, who was crying in the yard, was going to help him.

"I'll be fine, Jay," he murmured and spit blood on the floor.

"No! I'm calling my dad right now to pick us up!"

"Jay, we don't have a phone. We can't afford one, remember?"

Nothing was going to stop me from getting Chris the help he needed. I was determined.

"We'll walk to my house then! It's only a few blocks away and then my dad can drive us," I said, grabbing his hand. "Come on."

"Jayme—"

"COME ON!" I screamed and he let me drag him down the street.

My head was spinning. How could someone do this to their own son? And then I realized that I didn't know how this had been provoked or what Mr. Chambers had been yelling about.

"Chris…why did your dad do this to you?" I whispered, afraid to hear the answer.

"I enrolled in the college courses with you and Paige and Gordie. And my dad found out and now he says that I think I'm better than him," Chris explained in a whisper, stumbling along behind me.

"He did this to you because you're trying to make a better future for yourself?" I asked, dumbfounded, and then screamed: "WHAT AN ASSHOLE!"

Chris smirked. "I know, right?"

We reached my house and I begged my dad to take Chris to the hospital, which wasn't hard when he saw how badly beaten up Chris was. On the way over, I tried to talk to Chris, to keep his mind off the pain.

"Why did you enroll in the college courses? What do you want to be when you grow up?" I whispered to him.

"A lawyer," he replied. "What about you?"

I smiled. "An artist."

We got to the hospital in record time and Chris was rushed into intensive care. This can't be happening, I thought as tears slipped down my cheeks.