Author's Notes- Ok, so here's the next chapter! Figured I left it at a cliffhanger last time, I should probably get this out soon. Actually I had this nice and typed up since the day after I put the last chapter up but I've been sick and couldn't get from my bed to my computer. But now that I've got my laptop working that shouldn't be a problem.
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Savior
Jay got off the plane at the Toronto International Airport and grabbed his luggage. His mother had called just after Amy and Adam had left his hotel room and asked him if he wouldn't mind dropping by to help her with fixing a few things around the house. Naturally, he didn't mind and if he remembered correctly, she just needed a couple screens replaced in the upstairs windows and a new ceiling fan installed no big deal. He smiled as he thought of seeing his family as he grabbed his luggage and went to get a taxi to take him home. Walking out of the airport he saw a taxi waiting right in front of him and without hesitation he ran up to it and got in.
"I'm going to…it's you!" Jay said as he recognized the driver as his angelic friend, Lionel. "What are you doing here?"
"Helping you," he replied as he drove out of the airport at a tremendous speed. "Trish needs you right now, she's taking what Jeff did to her a lot harder than we all thought she would and if you don't get there soon, we might loose her."
"Loose her? You said she was supposed to live for the next three months!" Jay yelled.
"Yes, but we didn't foresee her taking this so badly. We can only moderately see into the future and last time since Trish was killed shortly after she caught Jeff and Torrie we never got to see exactly how she was going to react." Lionel explained. "And believe me, right now she's in a very dark place and you have got to help her."
"But what can I do?" Jay asked in frustration.
"You can get to her house and see what's happened to your friend and try to help her as best as you can. She needs someone to care for her right now, and you need to be that person."
"What's happened to her?" Jay asked.
"We're almost to her house, you can see for yourself." Lionel said power-sliding down another street. Jay suddenly realized he wasn't wearing a safety belt and quickly pulled it around him. Angel driving the car or not, he was still afraid of the man's driving.
"Well," Lionel said taking one last sharp turn, "we're here. Take care of her Jason. Remember, she needs you."
"Yeah, thanks," Jay said scrambling out of the car with his bags looking up at Trish's large house. He walked up to the door and knocked twice. No one answered. He rang the bell. Once again, no answer. He continued to ring the bell six more time, and still there was no answer. Jason was starting to get worried. He looked around the front porch…there was a turtle or frog somewhere with an extra key under it. Bunny, that was it, Jason thought as he lifted the porcelain rabbit and indeed found the key he was looking for. Forgetting his luggage on the porch he rushed through the now unlocked door and began frantically searching the house for Trish.
"Trish! Trish if you're here answer me!" he yelled running through the living room and kitchen. He went back to the stairs; maybe she was somewhere up there. Jay slowly went up the stairs and he then came to a huge mess in the hallway. Glass, wood, ripped pictures, everywhere scattered amongst the hallway. He then came to the antique table and noticed the shattered mirror and the blood covering it. "Trish! Trish answer me now! Trish!"
Jay followed the drips of blood down the remainder of the hallway and through her bedroom where he saw a blood smeared door. Taking a deep breath he opened the door and saw his friend laying bloody on the floor covered in blood and vodka with pills laying all over the floor.
"Trish what have you done?" Jay whispered as he put two fingers to her neck to take her pulse, thank God it was there. She appeared to be breathing too. He picked up her head and placed it on top of a soft towel as he started to try and wake her. "Trish, Trish honey wake up. Please wake up Trish; you're not supposed to go like this. Wake up."
"Jay," she grumbled lowly, "I don't feel so good."
"You're awake…good, come on, let's get you cleaned up," Jay said gently lifting her to a sitting position against the tub, being careful of the glass on the floor. "What happened here?"
"I didn't want to see him, I didn't want to think of him but everywhere I turned there he was. I tried to get rid of him, then I though of why he got rid of me. I'm ugly…I'm nothing compared to Torrie, I know it now. But then I got upset seeing my ugly reflection in the mirror, so I broke it. And that hurt, it all hurt so bad; so bad. I just wanted it to go away so I found the pain pills and they worked," Trish explained, "but not anymore, I ache."
"I know and I'm going to help you, but you've got to promise not to hit anymore mirrors for me."
Jay called his parents later that day to explain that he wouldn't be able to make it. He had planned to spend the rest of his time off before the next tour with Trish, making sure she was going to be alright. He had gotten some food and a lot of coffee into her system and after what must have seemed like the hangover from hell Trish was almost physically better. Of course her hands and arms had been badly cut up by the mirror, but Jay had been very careful to bandage them and keep some antibacterial ointment on the cuts, thankfully she didn't need stitches. He carefully cleaned the hallway; throwing away all of the damaged pictures she had ruined in her fit of rage and also cleaned her bedroom and bathroom of the blood and vodka. Looking around the house you could hardly tell what had happened just a day earlier.
"Would you like some lunch now?" Jay asked getting up from his chair which he stationed next to her bed. He had become very accustomed to sleeping in chairs.
"Why are you doing this?" Trish asked as she somberly rolled over.
"Because I care about you and I want to take care of you. I'm here for you and right now I'm going to go make lunch, what would you like?" Jay said with a smile as he got up.
"You don't care about me, you feel bad for me, you're doing this out of pity." She grumbled as she turned away from him. "No one could care for me…"
"Trish you're wrong, plenty of people care for you, and I'm one of them. We're friends, and these are the things you do when a friend is in need." Jay explained. "People care about you; I just wish you could see it."
"What you see is pity," Trish spat, "people feeling bad for me. No one really cares for me."
"Trish I would not be here right now if I didn't care for you." Jay said getting upset. "And no one has a reason to feel bad for you, no one knows what happened between you and Jeff except me, Adam, Amy, and Stacy and they wouldn't tell a soul because they are your friends and you know that."
"I don't know much of anything anymore it appears." Trish said, her voice trailing off.
"You know you're wrong Trish, I'm going to go make lunch," he said getting up leaving the room. Trish sat alone in her room looking up at the ceiling thinking about what Jay had just said to her. Perhaps he was right, Jeff was a jerk and that had nothing to do with her friends. She pulled back the covers and slowly stood looking into the now clean bathroom, thinking of what could have happened to her there had it not been for Jay. She should be grateful instead of wallowing in her own self-pity. She knew what she had to do and she walked out to the hallway, noticing it was clean of the debris of her rage and knew that Jay had done that too. Carefully descending the stairs, Trish went to the kitchen where Jay stood making two sandwiches.
"Jay…" she said quietly.
"Hey, I didn't know if you'd want turkey or salami so I made both, whichever you don't want I'll take." Jay said. Suddenly the tears broke free and Trish ran into Jay's arms and sobbed against his chest. "I take it you like my idea?"
"Thank you, thank you so much," she cried into his chest. "Thank you."
