Hey! So now I know about how long this story will be... The chapters after this one will hopefully be a bit longer (the first part really didn't), hopefully, though there are four parts of this story in total. This one has seven (this chapter is the last one), the next has four, and then three and finally one... And I know what I'm doing with each so hopefully this process will be faster (keep in mind I am, in fact, doing both college and high school that's eight classes total). But, that said, not a long story really...in terms of chapters I guess.

Anyway, hopefully you enjoy!

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No One's Perspective-

The low vibrations stirred her from her sleep, dark eyes glaring out at the phone on the nightstand. She growled quietly, reaching out for the device which had done the same ring several times. Her eyes glanced over once the phone went mute, missing another call. Blinking rapidly, she picked herself from the bed carefully, glancing wearily back at the bed. The other woman slept peacefully, her expression soft from the, undoubtedly, only deep rest for months.

Mentally cursing at herself for the umpteenth time, Tori maneuvered quickly towards the balcony, phone to her ear. Once the sliding door was shut behind her - giggles sounding from the room beside hers, blocked from a wall which she was thankful for - he spoke with a tired voice. "Hey Tori!" Toby greeted anyhow.

"Hi," she murmured, settling down on the chair, eyes looking out before her; she expected this to be a long conversation.

"So were ya busy last night? Missed me calls..." he chuckled, the half-Latina imagining him seating himself down on his recliner or chair out on his terrace.

She merely shrugged, shaking her head once she realized that the man couldn't see. "Eh...I- I don't really..."

"Tori..." he drawled calmly, "Listen, I did call for a reason this time..."

Sighing, she muttered, "So what is it?"

"Well... Gah," Toby stroked his beard - Tori hearing its familiar scruff from the line - humming in thought. "You tell me... So what happened with her?"

"I don't know. I just- Do you want me to tell you everything?"

Once a bird fluttered passed the landscape, her eyes following, the man replied, "Please do... Rather hear it from you."

Nodding, the actress answered, "Well... Shit. I don't know what happened... She- she was such a mess and I invited her into my room since she needed to talk and- and my God, I didn't know her relationship with Beck was a hip in the grave...or shoulders. And-" Her words collapsed as guilt began to gnaw at her chest once more, burrowing her deeper in remorse. "I don't know how or why... I don't know if I did it or if she did or both of us did but... We, we did some stuff and..."

"Shit. That's worse than what I had," he cursed. "But Tori, that's not why I called..."

"What?"

"Yeah, I already kinda knew that her marriage was in rocky waters... So yew don't know what happened then, do ye'?" he asked quietly, mentally sorting out his little puzzle. After a few moments of silence, the half-Latina furrowing her brows, he continued. "Okay, I'll take that as a no then... But it's all over the news now, well...social media anyway, Jade's little stunt."

"What?" she croaked, mind flashing at every possibility.

"Well...I would warn her a bit. It's everywhere actually. She picked a fight with another mom and had a few words to say; wasn't happy at all the two of 'em," Toby continued. "Where is she anyway?"

Tori sighed, mumbling, "In bed."

"Okay," he sighed, shifting in his seat, "About that... Now I know Uncle Toby was joking about it before, but I really didn't mean for you to-"

"I know!" she whined, "It's just that...we stopped before anything really happened..."

"Stop where?" She grimaced, noting at the pale, toned skin replaying in the back of her head, skin prickling in sickening enjoyment; she hated it, especially since she would cherish that memory. As 'sick bitch' replayed in her mind, Toby groaned, "Please don't tell me you two were almost goin' to dip down to whatever you girls do and-"

"No...no," she weakly interrupted, "We, we were down to a layer...which covered some stuff..."

The man breathed quietly, his head shaking in Tori's mind. "Doesn't help the situation...though I don't think that anybody knows, right? Well, I guess- Hold on, are they gettin' a divorce?"

"Yeah," the actress mumbled, "Sounds like it."

"Well damn. That'll get the press goin' when they hear. You have heard of the few stories sprouting about her, right?" he asked, Tori nodding as her eyes flicked along the golf course in front of her. "I swear, the people need to quit with the news stories. They don't even talk about fuckin' news that's good! I want to know about what the hell's goin' on to the west of us."

Rubbing her temple, the singer sighed wearily. "Well, thing is, don't think people would want to hear about it. You know? Just want to hear gossip like in high school but they're all adults then the teenagers just soak it all in."

"...says the one with the tower of pop magazines," Toby snorted.

"Hey!" she growled hotly, "I don't buy them! They come in my mail..."

"Because of your subscription."

"I don't buy them. They're all the ones I'm apparently in," she replied.

Scratching his fiery beard once again, Toby asked, "Uh, how do you not know? Do you sleep-model?" Tori rolled her eyes as the man cackled at his own little prod. Once settled down, he began to hum in thought, eventually murmuring intently, "But why do you really think they're splitting? I mean, I know about the apparent cheatin' but..."

"I- I really don't know," Tori muttered, glancing off to the distance. The pond lining the small, 9-hole golf course that the resort acquired along the south side glimmered in the rising sun, her cheeks warming from the light. "I don't really think she knows."

-(:)-

The rumbling ceased to a mild, calm buzz, leaving the streams of the obnoxious pop music - the one Jade didn't like anyway - to flow throughout the vehicle. Both pairs of eyes were set on the road, firmly attempting to grasp the idea of their place. Of course, eyes along the passenger seat knew too well, following the several cracks and faded paint from the neighborhood kids. The other, however, glanced among the details in a small wander, even though her gaze constantly tore from the street to the woman beside her.

Dark eyes flicked towards the red bronco before back at the writer. "Do you want to go in now or..." Flicking her eyes towards the clock on the radio, the clock switching to twenty passed when they had arrived at their destination, she merely nodded. "Like...like now, now or in another five minutes?" Her mouth opened to reply, though none came. Jade, shutting her jaw, shook her head feverishly, hands then fumbling over the handle.

Tori's brows furrowed in pity. She quickly shut off the engine, whipping from the car before veering around. The passenger door opened, Jade glancing up with hesitance. Her strides came out lengthy, nearly sending her to the ground once she had forgotten about the broken sprinkler. "Shit," she cursed weakly, glaring down at the metal spout. Both of the two made their way towards the door, the half-Latina keeping back as it opened.

"I think, I think I should stay here unless..." she murmured, seating herself on the lone chair as Jade nodded.

The writer strode in, heart hammering against her chest while her gaze was flicked about the entry hall. Her eyes narrowed wearily towards the couch, dark eyes finding her own from the couch. "...why are you here?" he asked slowly, confusion tainting his voice.

"I need to talk to you," she murmured, "Like...now."

"So, apologize for the TV stuff?" he growled, glaring back at the screen.

Jade nodded slowly, murmuring "Yes- wait, what TV?" The screen flashed as Beck hit rewind, sighing in annoyance. Inhaling, the woman turned to her husband, shaking her head. "No, you had that coming Beck. None of that were lies," she gestured towards the screen, the Canadian furrowing his brows with only a scowl; he hadn't said anything to state otherwise, as Jade observed.

"So why are you here?" he repeated.

In a moment, all of her anger swept away, Beck raising a brow as she glanced weakly at the ground. "I- I can't be with you anymore... I want, I want a divorce..."

The room felt cold against their skins, dipping into a morbid silence. Beck blinked, staring at his wife in disbelief. "So...so you're pushing me away from Vincent?"

"No," she growled firmly, "No. He needs a male figure in his life and that means you need to step up to the fucking plate Beck? What is wrong with you? Honestly... I have never gone out of my way to keep you from him, you just walk out of the damn door with all of your fucking cunts! Are you kidding me? No, you need to be in his life and that is all I ask from you for now on. I don't want to be married to you anymore and I don't want to be with you."

"Then let me see my son!"

"I let you Beck! I have called you several times before to see if you have time to take him off my hands," Jade spat, "Why do you keep doing this?"

"Doing what?"

"Maybe sleeping with every fucking co-worker you have!" she snarled narrowing her gaze at the widening eyes before her, guilty anger quickly fueling them.

He shook his head, folding his arms before growling, "Then why are you here? Did you- did you fucking sleep with someone behind my back?" At her silence he grew livid, canines flashing. "Are you kidding me Jade?" he shouted, the woman backing away with her eyes watering, "Don't give me that bullshit! I know you as an actor, and I know you can pull tears just as easily as pulling off his clo-"

"Then maybe you shouldn't have driven me away then, Beck!" she hissed, "It wouldn't have mattered at that point anyway."

"Where is he... I'm gonna punch him to the ground for taking my gi-"

"Hey!" Both the two jumped, swiveling towards the door as Tori leaned with her arms crossed, eyes focused on Beck. "What are you doing? You've been cheating on her for years and you go up and attack her-"

"I wasn't..."

"Stop making excuses," the half-Latina snapped, coals burning in her eyes; she was fuming. "You just verbally attacked her because of something she thought she needed to tell you while you've been doing it behind her back for years."

He clenched his fists, his face contorting into a sneer. "You slept with her, didn't you? Didn't you-"

"And I'm sorry Beck!" the actress let her scornful gaze drop, "Neither of us were planning to do it, it just happened. But we stopped though, we stopped and told you. That isn't something you did right? Look, we both fucked up, all of us did. Now think about this, th-"

"How about you think of the fact that Jade could've been doing this behind my back with other-"

"How? Fucking how Beck?" Tori snarled, "How could she have done so with Vincent around, constantly with her? She doesn't get any breaks you know! Beck, what are you doing? Where the hell is the man that I met at high school and who was excited to have a child? Huh? You have a kid Beck, a kid who needs you and what are you doing?"

"You can't come into my house and tell me-" Jade raised a brow, folding her arms once she recalled her signing the papers for the property. The property, which, she couldn't stand any longer. "Don't tell me about children. You don't have any," he finalized.

"Excuses," Tori shook her head, "Say what you need to and get out."

Her word choice was regretted the next second later, the singer's face forming a grimace as Beck growled quietly. "You," he pointed towards his wife, pale eyes widening. "We aren't done with this. I don't care how you fucking say it but how about the next time you tell me how much of a slut you were last night." Her jaw clenched as she watched Jade lower her gaze, stepping back down the hall as the Canadian turned towards Tori, eyes filled with irrationality. "And you, get out of my house if you're going to tell me how to live my life."

"Not unless you need to," she murmured, his head shaking before the door was wrenched open, shutting harshly a second later.

Twisting around from the slammed door, grimacing at the noise rocketing through her ears, Tori found herself alone in the hall. "Jade?" she barely breathed, padding down to her left. Her eyes glanced along the corner - an impressive art piece ignored - finding the distraught woman against the door, arms folded around her knees and forehead resting on her forearm. Her shoulders shook softly, the actress feeling a pang to her gut.

Quietly, she strode towards the door, sitting against it while Jade picked up her head. Pale eyes watered before arms wrapped around each other, Jade resting her head against the other's shoulder. "It's fine...it'll be fine," Tori whispered, rocking slowly as the writer remained silent. "Jade?"

"Hmm?" came a halfhearted hum.

"Do you want to just take a little break and go to Chicago for a week or so? I-I have enough room...we won't-wouldn't be in the same room but... You could get a different view and such." The mother pursed her lips, nodding slowly at the proposal. Her arms tightened around the actress, her eyes closing while hands scratched lightly at her back. Tori frowned, blinking at the sudden wild idea that had just plagued her thoughts. 'She'll be happy,' her thoughts reasoned. It as good enough, as she supposed, though worries began to blossom about what she would do. Mentally shaking her head, Tori reminded herself that her sister would be over, thus nothing would essentially happen. 'And then there are separate rooms too,' her thoughts bargained once again.

She smiled gently, feeling her small teen-self celebrate over the little achievement. All would be well, or so she hoped.

Another thing (yes I'm continuing where I left off XD) I don't really know how much I'll update since I really wanna write more of 'Lycanthropy.' I really do... Like, a lot.

Whatever, it's not like I won't update at all in September.

Hope you enjoyed!

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