Whore! How could she do that? She fired me like I was one of her other useless, worthless agents! Like I didn't threaten her with the lives of her degrading friends. Like I didn't just almost get rid of one of them. Like...

I still have all her plans and her trips for the next year! Does she think I won't find her? I have her car, the keys to her house, her mailing adress... her fucking bank acount number's for fuck sakes! I can run her dry in days!

I know where all her friends live, what parties they'd be going to, and I know their agents like the back of my hand! Iknow what they like, what they love... and what their worst fears are. Does she not get that at any minute I can distroy any one of them! That I can kill them in the most sickest way I can think!

Well, if I can't have her, then none of her little friends can... I just need the right place and the right time and them one by one they'll fall for that slut. The stripper was the firtst to find that out the hard way... but it's going to get bloody.

One down, four to go. Play boy Greyson's next.

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Rachel had never felt this good in her life! She didn't have to worry about Malcome breathing down her neck every minute, or Malcome's beatings when she did something wrong, or there fights in public!

When her and Gar walked into the hospital, they were greated with Kori's infamous death hug. But it wouldn't have been that bad if Kori hadn't have been holding a 2 foot teddy bear and a box of chocolates, but who's really keeping track, right? There's only going to be, like, 6 bruises? maybe 7?

After hugging Richard lightly, or in Gar's case a solute with two fingers, the four headed up the stairs to room 385, Jordens room in the trauma department on the 3rd floor. It was silent, except for the occasional yawn that managed to escape Gar's or Richard's lips.

'' At what time this morning did friend Victor call you friend Rachel?'' Kori asked, rolling a stay hair in her fingers.

'' Alittle after 7. You?'' Kori didn't answer, just nodded her head in thought.

When the four walked into Jorden's small room, they were met by silence. Victor was sitting silently on a chair next to Jorden's bed, his eyes suncken in and his lips chapped and dry. He wore a baggy black sweater and a plain set of jeans.

Jorden was laying on her side, her hand grasping Victors tightly, her shacking figure huddled under a plain white hospital blinket. Her hair was spilled out across her pillow, and her lip was bleeding from an open cut. When Jorden lifted her eyes they instently brightened and she sat upright, her arms open for a hug, which she looked like she really needed.

Kori waisted no time in running over to Jorden, enveloping the small girl in her arms. Jorden hugged back tightly, her eyes closed tightly and her hands turning into fists, gripping Kori's sweater tightly. No tears made there way down her pale cheaks, and no sounds of crying could be heard from either of the girls. But Rachel knew Jorden was crying.

'' I was woundering when ya'll were gonna show up.'' Victor yawned, running a hand through his buzz cut hair.

'' Sorry we took so long.'' Richard said, patting Victor on the back. '' Kori wouldn't leave the house untill she got her whole collection of teddy bears to bring to Jorden so she wouldn't be lonley.''

'' And I had to turn around to pick up Rachel.'' Gar added, nodding when Victor smiled tiredly at him.

'' Doesn't Rea have her truck?'' Victor asked.

'' Malcome has it.'' Rachel mumbled from her place against the hospital wall. When Jorden and Kori broke apart, Jorden quickly asked for Rachel, arms open and her eyes tearful. Walking over to her bestfriend and hugging her tightly, Jorden finally let out her tears.

Rachel swallowed the lump in her throat, and closed her eyes as tears stung that back of her eyes. She hated seeing any of her friends hurt, and it killed her that one of the strongest people she new break down and cry. It hurt deep down and she'd be damned if she'd let one of friends live the rest of her life in fear.

'' Jorden... woke up crying and screaming early this morning, so they called me,'' Victor started, putting his head in his hands and groaning deeply. '' She wouldn't talk to anyone, and when I walked in the room she was sitting in the corner with a broken glass in her hand. The docter said she had smashed it and tried to stab him with it. But thats why her hand is wrapped.''

Rachel let go of Jorden reluctenly and wiped away some of the girls tears. Jorden looked exhausted, her hair was in knots and her skin a sick pale. The tears left her eyes red and bloodshot and her lips were quivering as she tried to hold back what was left of her tears.

'' You can cry J. You dont have to hold it in.'' Rachel whispered, wiping away her own stuborn tears as they leaked down her cheak. Jorden let out a sob a shook her head hard.

'' I can't Rea.'' Jorden sobbed, pulling Rachel back in for a hug. '' If I start I won't be able to stop.'' Rachel looked up at the ceiling, her own tears making their way down her face.

'' Then don't.''

Soon Jorden's sobs were the only sound in the small room. Victor soon brought Jorden into his own arms when Rachel started to lose the battle against her own tears. Kori had long since retreated into Richards arms and her own silent sobs joined into a sad melody.

'' Oh my god, I'm acting like a basket case.'' Rachel mumbled, trying to stop her uneven breathing.

'' When is she aloud to go home?'' Gar asked, his own voice cracking. Victor just shock his head sadly, his teeth biting down on his bottom lip.

'' I'll go find out.'' Rachel mumbled, trying to look a bit less histarical.

'' I'll go with you Rea.'' Gar piped up, rubbing Richards sholder as a sign that he was leaving before walking out of the hospital room with Rachel on his side.

That walk was silent, but it wasn't uncomfortable. The pair had grown used to each others company and now they enjoyed each others conpanionship. Rahel still had tears leaking form her eyes and she let a small struggled breath out once in a while. Gar was sniffling back his sadness, trying to keep a strong head to help out his friends, but was failing misserably. His eyes were bloodshot and his hands wouldn't stop shacking, along with his hoarsy breathing and his pale skin, he looked just as bad as every person in Jorden's hospital room that morning.

The pair continued to the front desk. Being in a hospital made them both feel tired and sick, and they both prayed that Jorden would be well enough to leave that night. Watching one of their closest friends willow away was enough to give them to nightmares. And seeing Jorden cry was not only tearing their hearts out, it was making Victor think that his lover, the only person he has ever thought about day and night, was giving up on life.

And as the pair walked down to the front desk, the only thought that corsed threw thir heads was...

'Please don't give up Jorden. Don't give up on life.'