DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN VICTORiOUS. This chapter is from Tori's POV.
Chapter 9
Reasons
She doesn't want you back. She's back to fucking Beck. She doesn't love you. She never has loved you; you were just a fuck until she got back with Beck. She always has and always will love Beck and there's nothing you can do to stop that.
Bullshit! She does love me, she's just afraid to face her feelings, that's all. I was afraid she would reject me when I told her I loved her.
Well, Beck was faking his death at the time, so she was emotionally wrecked. Don't forget that you were the one who forced him to fake his death. You're pathetic that you have to rely on others to do your dirty work and-
Shut up! Just shut the fuck up right now! I messed up, alright?! But it doesn't mean that she doesn't love me.
I kinda think it does.
What do you know?
I'm your subconscious, whaddya think?
Don't mean shit to me.
Well, it should. You've got to stop chasing that girl; it's gotten you into trouble before and you're in trouble again.
"Cut it out!" I shout. I shake my head. I look around and see it's still nighttime. I'm in an abandoned house in the shanty part of LA. I'm on a mattress on the floor of the living room. I lightly smack the side of my head.
I've been laying low for the past few days, but I've been keeping a close eye on the families. I'm going to pay them a visit in the morning to show them how serious I am. I won't kill, no; but I'll hurt one of their members badly but not bad enough for the hospital, don't want to draw attention.
I lie back down and sigh. Tomorrow is gonna be a big day and I need rest. I can't let my inner thoughts do this to me. I rub my eyes and stare at the bare ceiling above me. I clear my head of my thoughts and think about Jade and her amazing body and it soothes me to sleep.
I wake up a few hours later well rested. I sit up and gently rub my eyes to get the sleep out of them. I get up and use the bathroom. By bathroom, I go outside to the backyard to wazz. Guess what I have to do when I need to shit. It's kinda gross, so I won't go into any details.
I use hand sanitizer to wash my hands and leave my 'house' to buy breakfast at the nearby gas station. I've been living off junk food practically. I need proper sustenance, but that's too expensive and I only have so much money. I've robbed a couple of empty houses and stolen some cash, but only meager amounts so it doesn't look suspicious.
I have a small breakfast of chocolate Donettes. I eat as I walk towards Cat's parent's house. They're closest to where I am at. I'm not very far, so I can walk, but it'll still take me a good half hour if not more to walk there. I need the exercise anyways. I left early so the sun isn't too high and it isn't very hot. The heat will come in around noon, which isn't for another 3 hours.
After what felt like forever, I arrive at the Valentine's. I'm sweating a little, but not enough that the sweat's getting in my eyes. I walk up to the door and knock. I take off my shades just as the door opens to reveal Cat's odd older brother, Joey. His color drained from his face as he saw me.
"What do you want, Tori?" he asks nervously.
"Just dropped by for a little visit." I reply cryptically.
"Joey, who is it honey?" I hear Cat's mom, Haley's voice comes from inside the house.
"Uh, you might want to see for yourself." He replies back tilting his head where his mom is. We are joined a few seconds later by Haley, who looks surprised and angry to see me.
"What the fuck do you want now?" she demands in a soft voice. I reply by shoving my way inside the house passed them. Joey stops me in my tracks with a hand on my shoulder.
"Take your hand off me." I snarl and he removes it almost immediately. He and Haley come in front of me and stand there, staring at me. I roll my eyes. "I'm just here to remind you of our arrangement." I sigh. They ease up a little.
"Like we need reminding." Haley retorts.
"Better safe than sorry." I reply. I hear footsteps from upstairs and a figure comes down the stairs in a grey suit.
"Alright, I'm needed for a meeting so-"the figure said. I looked up to see Kyle with a bag slung over his shoulder and a large travel mug no doubt full of coffee. He stopped when he saw me. "Why is she here?" he asks his wife.
"I just wanted to remind you all of our arrangement." I repeat to him. He scoffs and finishes walking down the stairs to join his family.
"Our memories are working when I last checked, Tori, thank you." He replied sarcastically.
"Watch the tone." I warn, narrowing my eyes. He doesn't falter. Instead he pecks his wife on the cheek and brushes pass me to leave to house. Joey does the same.
"I'll be home early from classes, since I have that test." He tells his mom.
"OK, good luck sweetie." She smiles and waves as the men leave. She motions me to sit down on the couch. I do that and she sits on the opposite side, trying to keep her distance from me. "Why are you doing this to us?" she asks in a serious tone.
"I just want Jade back and I don't anything to come between us like last time." I reply simply. It's true. When we were together, she couldn't stop thinking about Beck and wanted to be with Robbie as well. When Beck resurfaced, it her thinking about Beck worsened to the point she became depressed again. And that's when it all went downhill.
"Cat told me about the three of you and I wouldn't have dreamt of stopping you. None of us would, so why go through all this?" Haley asks.
"Because I love her. I have since I first met her." I reply.
"And does that justify what you did to Andre and Beck? Andre and Cat are due to be married in a few months and Jade is pregnant and her boyfriend is in a coma!" she says exasperated. Wait, what? Jade's pregnant?
"Jade is pregnant?" I ask confused. She looks at me equally confused.
"You didn't know?"
"It's not like I'm going to see her and talk to her like we're old friends, so no, I didn't know."
"Alright, but she's been pregnant for a few weeks now and it's a girl." Haley informs me. She gets up and I take that as my cue to leave.
"Nice chat." I tell her. She nods slowly but doesn't say anything. I leave the house and head down the street. I stop in my tracks and think. Why don't I go to the hospital to check up on Andre and Beck? I won't hurt them, just a little checkup. I start my journey to downtown LA for LA General.
I arrive in under two hours and boy are my legs sore. I don't want to steal too many cars to draw suspicion. I ask the lady at the front desk which room Beck and Andre are in. I have my shades on and I put on a southern accent just in case. She tells me and I go upstairs to room 210, where they both are.
When I go in, there is no one inside the room besides its two occupants. Andre's closest to the door and he appears to be sleeping. I'm not sure if he's comatose or just asleep. Beck is next to him and he is comatose as Haley told me earlier and he is looking quite pale. I go over to Andre's bed and put my hand on his should and gently shake him. He moans a little and stirs. I shake him again and he mutters and his eyes open slowly. He doesn't seem to notice me. He must be heavily sedated by drugs.
"What?" he croaks. I could barely hear him, but I still caught it.
"It's me, Andre." I reply quietly.
"Tori, want to go to the beach?" he asks out of the blue. I look at him confused. What the fuck do they have him on? I think as I shake my head quickly.
"Andre, are you ok?" I ask.
"Uhhh…" is all he manages to say. I guess that means 'shitty'.
"Can you sit up? I wanna talk with you." I tell him.
"I can't because of my back or something." He replies slowly. "They had to operate on me."
"Can you look at me at least?" I ask. He groans in response and stirs a little more to make himself more comfortable. He moves up the bed a bit and turns to me and rubs his eyes. He stares at me blankly for several moments. It's starting to unnerve me with that look of his.
"What's shakin bacon?" he asks in his 'cheery' voice. The drugs are either that potent, or he has some memory loss of the past five or so years.
"What the hell do they have you on?" I ask conversationally. I wonder how long it'll take for him to recognize me.
"I can't pronounce them." He shrugs.
"That bad they you can't pronounce them?" I joke. He nods with a weak smile.
"How you doing, Tori?" he asks.
"I'm fine, I'm concerned about you." I lie. I'm playing along until he can shake the sleep off and whatever the drugs in his system are doing to him.
"I'll live." He says. He stirs a little more and moans. "Hand me that water, please." He points to a small cup of water on his bedside table. I take it and instead of handing it to him, I splash his face with the warm liquid. He gasps and shakes his head. "What was that for?" he groans.
"Look at me dammit." I demand, putting the empty cup back on the table. He rubs his eyes and pushes his drenched dreads out of his face at looks up at me. The splash of water seemed to do the trick because his eyes narrowed and he started to reach out with his arms in an attempt to grab me, but since he couldn't really sit up, it was pathetic. He stops after a while and relaxes but gives me a death glare.
"What are you doing here, you evil cunt?!" he whisper-shouts. I smile at him. Finally.
"I came back to take Jade for myself." I reply simply.
"You did this to Beck and I didn't you? Where's Cat? What did you do to her?" he asks rapidly, trying to sit up but to no avail.
"Uh, the answer to your questions are: yes I did; I don't know where she is; and I didn't do anything to her yet." I reply, pulling a chair beside his bed but keeping distance, yet still being close enough to him.
"Why, Tori? Why? Why?" he asks angry.
"I want Jade and there's nothing you can do this time to stop me."
"Watch me." He snarls. Ordinarily, it would be menacing. But, since I practically broke him and he can barely move, this is kinda funny. I chuckle lightly.
"You and what army?" I taunt.
"I don't need an army; I'll fucking kill you myself." He replies and tries again to reach for me and turns on his side a little. He groans as he does this, but he persists. "Just come a little closer and I'll end your misery right here, right now." I laugh again.
"You gotta get a list of those drugs, they're making you funny." I laugh at his feeble attempts to grab me. He stops and lies back down with a moan and his teeth gritting in pain.
"You said you're doing this for Jade?"
"Yes."
"Then leave and stay out of our lives; you made the last year for us a living nightmare. We can barely get jobs without people worrying about our prison time." He states.
"I'll leave when I have Jade." I reply.
"That'll never happen; even if Beck's comatose, she'll still choose him over you."
"Bullshit."
"You don't get it do you? You were just a fuck for her as she got over Beck's 'death'; she never really liked you, let alone loved you. You were a mere distraction for her from the pain you caused." He snarls again.
"What about Robbie then?" I retort. It was his turn to chuckle. It was a weak one and he coughed a bit and grabbed his chest afterwards.
"She fucked him to calm down those damned hormones of his." He stated. I nodded in agreement.
"True."
"But her fucking you for three months justifies all this?" he asks, pointing at himself and Beck.
"Why wouldn't it?"
"Seriously? It's wrong, Tori! You nearly killed Beck and I." he states in an unbelievable tone. "Are you here to finish the job?"
"No." I said shaking my head.
"Then why the fuck are you here? I doubt it's a friendly little checkup on Beck and I."
"Is Jade pregnant?" I ask bluntly. He looks at me confused.
"Why do you care?" he asks bluntly.
"Don't answer my question with a question. Is Jade pregnant?"
"Yes, but again, why do you care?"
"I care about her." I reply simply.
"You have a really interesting way of showing it."
"I haven't harmed her."
"Not physically you haven't."
"Nag nag nag." I snarl at him and he rolls his eyes. "How long?" He sighs and gives in to talking to me about Jade's pregnancy.
"A few weeks. She and Cat went to docs for a checkup, but I don't know anything else since you nearly killed me." I roll my eyes and my stolen phone buzzes with a text. I pull it out and see the message is from Haley. How'd she get this number? Ah, Cat. I open the text and read it.
My son is going to the FBI to bring you down and there's nothing you can do about it, bitch.
Fuck! I gotta get out of here! I jump up.
"I need to go. Feel better." I state as I leave, ignoring his confused look.
I head outside the hospital and run down the street. My legs are rested but I'm not very hydrated so I slow down a bit so I don't pass out. I look around for a car to steal. I prefer to take a truck, as it'll give me a better advantage for what I'm going to do. I remember being driven by Joey to school a few times, when he was really weird. I saw his old Corolla in the Valentine's driveway. His Corolla is a 1991, and there's not many of those out on the street these days.
I finally spot a red truck in a parking lot of a seemingly abandoned apartment complex. I break inside and hotwire it quickly and making sure no one sees me. I get it running and I hop in and leave the lot. I start towards the FBI's LA branch which is off the I-10, so he'll have to be on it to get there. I head towards the I-10 and keep an eye out for his car. I get close to the I-10, when I hit a traffic jam and have to stop.
"Fuck!" I shout as I look around. There must be at least 60 or so cars here and it's hard to tell if any of them are a Corolla, let alone a '91 grey Corolla. I sigh and wait.
I look to my left and see a familiar mark on a small grey car. I take a closer look. Holy shit. It's a large dent near the rear lights on the rear right side of a grey car. It's gotta be him. That dent's been there as long as I can remember. He always told me he didn't want to bother getting it fixed as the lights still worked and it wasn't worth the money to fix it.
Traffic moves a bit in the lane I'm in and the lane on my immediate left. The grey car is on the farther left lane. I manage to be able to creep forward a bit and I'm able to get a better glimpse of the car and its driver. It's a '91 Corolla and behind the wheel is Joey Valentine. I smile triumphantly. Oh, I'm gonna get you sooo badly.
After what feels like forever, traffic has picked up and I am on the highway following Joey to the FBI. I decide to get off the exit before the exit for the FBI building so I can get in a better position to ram him.
I get off at exit 3A onto the I-405 and head north. The exit he needs is 2B, which will take him off the highway and on the streets again. I then get off the highway and onto the streets. Unfortunately, I don't know where he is and I'm practically within eyesight of the FBI building. I turn left on Wilshire and go into a small, secluded parking lot and wait for his car to appear again. I decide to do a hit and run attack on him. To do this, I come out of my hiding spot and head west and keep an eye on the oncoming traffic for his car. I spot his car at the nearby intersection. He's preparing to turn right. I turn into the parking lot located before the intersection and find a spot to wait. I stare as he turns down the street. As his car nears, I put my foot on the gas and throttle forward. I meet his car with almost perfect timing.
My truck rams his puny car in the side behind the passenger door and sends it off the road and he steers the car but lost control from the damage I did and he rams into a light pole. I turn my car and speed off and I watch the pole collapse on top of the car in my driver's side mirror. I laugh and whoop as I head back home.
After ditching and torching my ride, I text Haley back. That was a mistake. I hope you enjoyed every moment you had with him after he was cured, cause he's gone. She texts me back almost instantly.
Bullshit.
Don't believe me, turn the news on, it'll probably still be on. I wait a few minutes and she texts back, but there's a lot of typos.
Waht dod u du?!
Uh, I'm pretty sure I killed him.
Hes sterin colem impaeld hes chst! Ow, that must've hurt.
I'm sure it was quick for him.
U btch! I'll fukin kil yu!
Yeah yeah.
I close out the text messages and lie back on my bed and stare at the ceiling. I smile and think at how my plan is coming along quite nicely.
"You'll be mine again Jade and nothing can stop me." I say to the ceiling.
Chapter 9. Review/comment plz. And here's the next one. I start a short summer class next week. I'll try to update during the summer. I'll have a brief break midway through July after summer semester until classes start again in mid-August.