A/N: Does it?

Here we are at Beck's house. I'm a mess, mascara all over my shirt and the sheets on Becks bed. "I'm sorry about the sheets..." I say quietly, trying to lighten the mood that I've created.

"It's okay."

It's really not.

I never thought I would feel this way again. The pain of losing someone was something that I only wanted to experience that one time, and I swore to myself that I wouldn't get close to anyone like that ever again.

Now I've lost my best friend, and it hurts.

Badly.

My phone rang, but I was in no mind space to answer it.

"You gonna get that?"

I sighed and rolled over onto my side. "No."

"Fine." He picked up my phone and spoke into it. "Hello?"

Silence.

Who could that be?

"Yeah, she's here, but-" he stopped, letting the caller speak. "She's had a rough day." Pause. "Alright. I'll get her to call you later."

He hung up and looked at me.

"Who was it?"

"Um," he paused. "It was your aunt Rose. She said that your dad called her and-"

"Never mind. I don't wanna hear." I took a deep breath. "What ever he said, he's lying. He's a total jackass."

"But she said-"

"I TOLD you!" I snapped. "I don't want to hear it!"

I could see his muscles tighten in frustration, but he said, "Fine."

"Thank you."

At least listen to him.

How about no?

"Do you want anything to eat?"

My stomach growled a yes. "Sure."

As he was in the kitchen area, my phone rang again.

Blocked number?

"Hello?"

"I called your aunt Rose."

"Dad?"

He acted like he didn't hear me. "I told her to pick you up and take you home."

"What why?!"

"You're not allowed to stay over at that no hobo's house."

"Beck?"

He sighed. "Yes. Beck. And after your behavior, I think it's best that you don't return home."

After that, I hung up.

Who does he think he is? You're not a thing! You're a human being.

Beck reentered with a bowl of chip and salsa, but his face was partially angry. "I heard what he said."

"How-"

"He was pretty loud." He started to get angrier.

"Beck..."

Without saying anything, he quietly walked outside and shut the door.

"Beck?"

I jumped off his bed and rushed out the door in bare feet. "Beck!" He had started walking down the street. "BECK!" He kept walking as if he didn't hear me. Luckily I caught up to him, grabbed his shoulder and turned him around. His eyes were extremely angry.

I've never seen him this angry before.

He tried to pull away from me but my grip stayed strong. "BECK! For christ's sake! What is going on?!"

"He did this," he said softly, still not meeting my gaze. "He did this to you. The abuse, the alcohol. And you had to pay the price."He paused for only a second. "And now I need to make him pay." He swiftly pushed me back and continued towards my house.

I started following him, my keeping my pace a bit faster than his so that I could try and stop him easier. "Beck. Beck, STOP! Okay? Stop it! That isn't your place!"

He stopped. "I need to show him that it's not okay what he does to you!"

"Well, I don't mean to be rude, but he'll probably try and kill you!"

His expression hardened. "Just like he killed your mom?"

Shit. "It was an accident and you know it!"

"Was it, Jade? Or do you not remember?"

I remember.

"I spent the first 6 months of our relationship trying to piece together the actual story! It wasn't a drunk driver!"

I started to panic. "It WAS! It was!"

"They got in a fight while in the car! He had grabbed the wheel and steered them off the road into a telephone pole!"

No.

NO.

"That... that..."

I remember.

The truth.

A/N: PLOT TWIST KIND OF NOT REALLY

Short chapter. Sorry.

This story has been very helpful for me. Yay!

That was random...

DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN VICTORIOUS