Chapter 9
Sorry for making you guys wait for so long! I was going to update yesterday, but my father picked me up early from my mom's house and he has no internet and the chapter wasn't done yet. Yeah. Oh and, just so everyone knows, it might be a few chapters before Jessica comes back into play. Like I said, I have something big planned for the gang.
Jade's POV
They finally had the brains to release me from the hospital yesterday. They said they had to keep me in there overnight so they could 'keep an eye on me' or whatever the hell that means. All I did was change into the clothes I had been moping around in before I had a panic attack. Except now, the black yoga pants, dark blue tank top and grey hoodie had been washed by Beck. I still haven't touched my school work, but Beck has been starting to get on my case about that, though he knows I won't listen to him right now. Not when I'm in a situation like this.
"Thank God it's finally Friday," Tori sighs happily, skipping into Cat's hospital room. She drops her monster purse to the floor and sits in the uncomfortable arm chair hidden in the corner. Robbie and Andre file in after her, but no Beck is in sight. I move from my now normal seating position and look at the door, arching an eyebrow and expecting Beck to walk in any second.
"He went down to that fast food place across the street to pick you up something," Andre answers before I said anything. Though I still hadn't talked to anyone since I was in that hospital bed. I just can't. If I do, tears will flood down my cheeks and everything I've been keeping bottled up inside will pour out.
"So, have you started that project Sikowitz gave us yet?" Tori asks me, taking a sip of her coffee. I give her a look. "Didn't think so." I go back in my position on the couch and stare at the door, waiting for Beck. About five minutes or so, he appears in the doorway with a paper bag in one hand and his other gripping his backpack. He smiles at me before taking his usual seat next to me and puts the bag beside me, but I just glance down at it before looking back at the ugly, pasty white walls flowing through the room.
"C'mon, babe. You've gotta eat something. How long has it been since you last ate?" Beck asks a serious look on his face. He takes his jacket off and throws it over the couch. I count as fast as my brain will function with, finally holding up four fingers to indicate four days.
"Jade!" He exclaims. I don't know what's so bad about that. It's not I didn't drink my coffee and water.
"Hey, who wants something to drink?" Tori questions, pulling Andre and Robbie out of the room and shutting the door. I roll my eyes and bury my face in my knees.
"Jade, eat," Beck demands, nudging my leg. But I just shake my head. I start to panic a little when I feel contact, but I quickly hide it.
"Your stick thin, Jade. It's not healthy. Eat," he says, his tone more forceful as he nudges me again. But I just shake my head again.
"Dammit Jade!" He yells, causing me to jump and look up. He's standing up, gripping his hair while pacing a little on his feet. I begin to sink a little more in the couch, fear overcoming me. But I can't show it now. He'll think the wrong thing.
"Jade," he says sternly, sending chills down my spine. He used to say my name like that when I was in trouble.
"Jade, look at me," he says in the same forceful tone. I begin to feel my chest tightening and my hand racking into my head, a disoriented look plastered on my face. I begin to squirm a little, my hands don't stop moving through my hair and my legs keep bending and unbending.
"Listen to me," he says, starting to walk towards me. Please stop, Zac- Beck. You're making it worse by the minute and I can't stand your strong stare on me right now. "Jade!"
That struck a nerve.
I quickly leap off the couch by turning and jumping over the arm rest, my heartbeat increasing with every move I make. I try to run past him, but he manages to get a firm grip on my forearms. Not a hurtful grip, but a grip good enough to send me into lash and panic mode. I let out a somewhat high pitched squeal mixed with a squeal, but it wasn't that loud for anyone outside the door to hear. Tears haven't pricked into my eyes yet but I know they're coming by the tightness of my throat.
"Zach, let me go!" I demand, trying to get out of his grip. I try to shake my way out, but that doesn't work. He suddenly lets go of me and I almost fall on my butt. I stumble a little, but pick myself up and rush over to the farthest corner from Zac- Beck. I cram as far as I can into the corner, practically in a ball with my knees pulled up to my chest and my arms securely locked around them, keeping them there. I rock myself with the balls of my feet, repeating the same thing in my mind.
He's not Zach.
He's not Zach.
He's not Zach.
"Jade, you- you called me him," Beck gasps from his still frozen spot by the couch. He sounds hurt and saddened, but also disgusted and sick. I just keep rocking myself, feeling unsafe and uncomfortable with him still in the room. He grabbed me in the same spot Zach grabs me when I'm in some deep chizz. But Beck's hold wasn't nearly as frightening or painful as Zach's. His normally left bruises on my arms, prints the size of his palms and fingers.
"Jade me-I'm not him. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you," he says, sympathy and hurt evident in his voice. I try to ignore him, but I can't. He's stubborn and won't leave until he's satisfied. I turn to him, wanting to tear my eyes away from his hurt ones the second I meet them.
"Jade, I didn't mean to scare you," he says softly, searching for something on my face. I guess I'm as pale as a ghost by his statement. He starts to take slow, tentative steps towards me, but I quickly jump to my feet and crush my back up against the wall, my hand on the door knob.
"No- just don't come any closer," I whisper, looking down at his feet to make sure they weren't moving or walking or anything. But they were perfectly still. I swiftly move myself from the door and to the other wall across next to me, leaving plenty of space between Beck and I so he leaves.
"Jade, I'm not- please," he pleads, taking a step forward. I back up until my back is on the wall again, except this time I hold my hand out, telling him to stop.
"Leave," I demand, but it's not my usual voice.
"Jade-"
"I said leave! Get out! Now!" I yell, cutting him off. He sighs and gives me one more look before walking out of the room, shutting the door behind him. After a few minutes of standing there, frozen solid, I rapidly make my way back to the couch, resuming my position. Except the same thought weren't resuming. All I was thinking about was how I probably just made Beck never want to touch me again, Cat will never wake up (that's a resume, actually), I just called Beck Zach, which just makes things ten times worse, and I really need some sleep. I haven't slept well at all, and when I do sleep, it's only a few hours. So I stand up and shakily pull out the bed from the couch, still screwed up about what just happened. I get one of those pasty paper pillows from the tiny bathroom and throw it on the bed before plopping down on it and getting a squeak from the springs. I sigh and curl up in a ball, noticing Beck's jacket still on the couch. I sigh and clutch it close to me, feeling like shit for what I just put him through.
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I wake up to the sound of feet shuffling. I squint my eyes at the now bright lights in the room and lift my head up, seeing Andre, Tori and Robbie crammed into the one chair in the corner. They see me and fixate their eyes on me.
"Where's Beck?" I question, looking around the room.
"Roaming out there somewhere," Andre jerks his thumb to the door. "He said you guys had a fight and he needs to clear his head for a while." Yeah, a fight. That's what it was. One damn, hell of a fight. I slowly crawl out of my crummy, not cushy, makeshift bed and walk to the door. I run a hand through my knotty, tangled hair before opening it, no one in sight. What time is it? I make it down the hallway before looking at one of the wall clocks on the wall. 12:34a.m. Wow. I must've been incredibly tired. I sigh as I walk down the narrow hallways, waddling because my legs and feet don't feel like working together tonight…or tomorrow. Or… ugh, whatever. I don't care. I keep walking and walking all over the hospital, looking for Beck. I even peek in some of those dead, depressing hospital rooms. Nope. I groan and keep walking around, my legs growing weak and my feet becoming tried. I give up and lean against a wall, sliding down it and groaning once again. After a few minutes of staring at a corner, I see a blur of black fluff go around it. I jolt a little as I pick my head up and lean forward, squinting my eyes. I see his combat fly by just in time for me to fly up and run down the hall, knowing that was him. I round the corner and see him run into an elevator. I see his face right before the doors shut together. I got a glimpse of the bags under his eyes, the bloodshot and redness evident in his eyes. His eyes were also full of the same thing that happened earlier, too. I breathe out annoyingly and look at the floor number. I'm on the very top floor. I press the up button and tap my foot testily, waiting for the stupid doors to open. They finally do and I rush in, pressing the 1st floor button and repeatedly slam my hand on the close button. Once it reaches the 1st floor, I run to Cat's room. I slam the door open, only to be greeted by a smiling Beck, a shocked Andre, an overjoyed Robbie, and a sobbing-smiley Tori surrounding Cat's bed. Once I see it, I gasp.
Are Cat's eyes open?
Cliffy! LOL :) Sorry, I just had to. Oh, and by the way, I finally updated my tumblr. I really want to take one-shot requests because they look fun to write! So please, my tumblr is .com :)
