~Sudden load is full so slow on the split
And I told you to be patient and I told you to be fine.
And I told you to be balanced and I told you to be kind.
Now all your love is wasted and where the hell was I?
'Cause now I'm breaking at the britches, and at the end of all your lines.~
"Eat." One simple word. One simple word can change a lot though. It can change your perspective of things, give you a different viewing. Negatively or positively. Jason Jupiter Grace was hoping that this was going to be a positive reaction. He was here, risking it all. But enough was enough. He wanted, no needed, Piper back.
He shoved he plate in front of her, slowly growing frustrated with himself and her. Calm and collected, the blonde headed teenager reminded himself. That's how it had to be done.
"No," she replied matter-of-factly. "It will just come back up again. I already puked today, and I don't want to again." Jason sighed and ran a hand through his fair, blonde hair. He had tried- and had failed, just like all of his desperate attempts before. He was strained and tense, and so was Pipes. But this was one argument he couldn't lose to. The consequences of losing could be deadly. Literally.
"Look, Piper..." he started, and her eyebrow shot up at this new firm, tone of voice. He continued anyway; "if this is about your looks- you need to forget about it. It doesn't matter what you look like." She scowled with unchildlike redemption.
"You know that's not the slightest bit true. Everyone in this world cares. It does matter, Jason."
"Maybe not to the rest of the world. But to me-my world- it doesn't really matter." Her bottom lip quivered, and she sank her teeth into it to hide it.
"I told you not to come over. You did anyway." It wasn't a question, but more like an accusation. Jason Grace felt as if he was on a blaring, heated spotlight. And it wasn't fun. He also felt like a terrible friend. He hadn't come to her aid intentionally or purposely. Guilt stirred in his stomach at the thought. He had just walked numbly, un-amused and utterly bored. And instead of his legs finding Reyna's house, or his own, he had found a mansion. Piper Mclean's to be exact.
It wasn't fair.
He shouldn't be so concerned, so worried about just-a- friend. Leo wasn't, despite the fact that Piper and him were best friends since the toddler years. Then, in Leo's behalf, he didn't know what Piper was going through. Piper was a skilled liar, and incredible at covering up her tracks. She had proved that to him at lunch a few days ago. (He wasn't so positive that was a good characteristic to have in one of his closest of friends).
"I've been trying to ignore you, Jason." She said hoarsely.
"What? Why?"
"I don't deserve you," she responded a few moments later. Her eyes hesitantly met his blue ones, and he saw her eyes change color. Violet to blue. "You're so good to me, Jase. It's not fair of me to hold you down of doing other things. It's not your job to look after me." The coffee mug in her hand began to shake, as a result to her trembling hands. They were seated downstairs in the extravagant dining room, with her father gone and the help dismissed.
"With all due respect Piper," Jason started to say, cautiously. "I didn't ask for your permission. This is my choice, I promise you you're not forcing me to watch you. Like I said before: I'm worried."
She scoffed quietly, not as a signal of annoyance, but as sadness.
Desperate to change the subject he said, "is that what brought on your nightmare?" They're eyes met, Piper's filled with complete denial. "You were thrashing around and screaming. I'm pretty sure you don't dream about rainbows while doing that."
She waved her hand. "It's nothing."
"Speaking of nothing," Jason put quotations around the word. "What happened on the phone? You sounded shaky. I knew something was wrong. You didn't tell me." Jason couldn't help but feel a bit betrayed by this. After all, he was looking after her. He felt like hitting himself, as he discovered how arrogant that thought sounded. He had no idea what it was like to be in Piper Elizabeth Mclean's shoes, or in this case converses.
Piper pursed her lips, and set her coffee down. Both of theirs remained untouched. Along with the sandwich and chips he had made Piper.
"You'll just tell my dad. Then, I'll be gone for good."
"We made a promise. Now come on, Piper. What happened?" There was something grave in her tone of voice, and Jason instantly knew. Something bad had happened. Something worse than anything.
She sighed once, before slowly, hesitantly lifting up her sleeve. He had wondered why she had been wearing such long sleaves, on such a hot, summer day. Now, he was about to find out.
He didn't want to.
Then, he saw a bandage. He reached out his hand towards her arm, but stopped midway. "Did you fall, Piper?"
"No."
"Did someone hurt you?" He didn't know why he even bothered to ask. Jason already knew; it was written all over her face.
"No."
He swallowed, trying to blink back the tears in his eyes. "Did you hurt yourself... intentionally?"
Piper took a shaky breath. "...Yes."
"Oh, Piper..." he knelt down next to her chair and pulled her into a tight hug. He could feel her crying.
"It was just an accident," she cried through his shirt. It was smothered, but he could still hear her distinctively. "I...I...I wasn't thinking. It wasn't me."
"I know, Piper. I know." Jason didn't know.
She fell asleep in his arms.
~ Who will love you?
Who will fight?
And who will fall, far behind?~
He went home then, his heart heavy and confusion everywhere. He was basically just a kid, and he was dealing with such a big problem. And it wasn't even his. It was Piper's, but now, he had to carry it. It wasn't like he didn't want to. He did, more than anything he had ever craved.
"Hey, Jase." Thalia says with a grin, as he walks through the door. Her hair is in two braids, her bangs spiked up, eyeliner heavy. Her smile falls seeing the look of despair on her little brother's face. "What's wrong? What happened at Piper's-"
"I need help. And I don't know what to do." Thalia pursed her black lips together, hence the lipstick. Just from the sober tone in Jason's low voice, she knew something was going on; a lot bigger than having a crush on his best friend.
"Well, sit down. Thalia Grace- older sister and advise helper at you're assistance." Jason gave her a thin, strained smile. It was weary, but grateful.
He sat down in a chair, Thalia leaning back into the couch. "What can I do for you?"
Jason hesitated, his mouth opening half ajar. he had promised Piper he wouldn't tell anyone, but Thalia was different. Plus, he needed to get this off his chest, or else he felt like he would go insane.
He took a deep breath, and spilled the entire story to Thalia- at least all that he knew.
"Wow," she breathes out when he finished. "That's a lot to take in." She's not in awe, Thalia's in shock. "Did you help her?"
Jason sighs, "I tried, Thals. I really did. I just don't know how." Thalia purses her lips, her chin leaning against her fists. There silent for a moment- but she breaks it quickly, desperate to stay away from an awkward pause.
"So...she cuts." Jason gives her a curt nod, briefly remembering the time when his older sister had that little problem. Thalia pulls down her sleeve, when his blue eyes flicker down to her arm. Shooting him a look, she shrugs, eyes dark.
"You know I've stopped. What's with all this interrogation?"
"I'm not questioning you, Thals. It's just, I'm thinking about how much Sunny Hills helped me and-"
"You want to send Piper there," Thalia finishes off, her lips pulling into an even tighter straight line. "Look, Jase, they might have made me better, but it was hard. Hell, even." She takes a swig of a blue can labeled 'bud-light,' and he gives her a look of disapproval. She ignores it and continues. "I hated it there. I hated the stupid attempts at decorations or fun. I hated the food, the rooms, the nurses. Everything. But, I have to give them credit. They did help me get better."
Jason bits down on his lip, roughly, drawing little blood. "So if we send her there...she might possibly get better?"
"It's none of our business where she goes. Or, what she does to get better."
"Well, it's my business now!"
"I understand that, Jason, " Thalia says slowly, her voice straining. "I also understand that Piper thinks she's doing the right thing by keeping it a secret. Trying to not hurt anyone she cares about like her dad. This is some serious shit, Jason. I don't want you getting caught up in the middle of this."
"Too late, now," he hisses. "I thought that your trying to help me."
Her eyes narrow, flickering dangerously, as if they were being electrified. "Don't bite my head off just because you didn't get the answers that you wanted."
Jason sighed, placing his head in his hands. "I'm sorry. I just don't know what I should do."
"Tell her dad."
"What? No! I made a promise not to tell anyone. Especially not her dad, Tristan."
"You told me," Thalia pointed out, que an accusing finger his way. "And, is that promise going to be worth finding Piper dead one day?" He shuts his eyes tightly, his stomach churning at the horrific thought of losing her.
"Please, don't say things like that."
"Sorry. I'm just trying to be realistic here. One, she cut herself. Two, she doesn't eat. Three, she's getting thinner every day. One day, your skinny love is going to fade away. That's the truth Jason."
Jason scowled, his light blue eyes becoming dark with grief. The thought of losing Piper...it was too much to bare. "I thought you were going to help me. Tell me what to do."
"I am, Jason. You just have to listen with your heart instead of with your ears."
"...what?" He doesn't understand the words that Thalia had just spoke, and yet he does at the same time.
She gives him a soft, sad smile. "Annabeth got me into books. Don't ask."
He shakes his head in disbelief, and there's an actual legitimate smile on his face. "Don't worry. I won't." She pats his leg, standing up.
"Good. I'm going to make us some coffee. I'll be right back."
When Thalia returns with two mugs in her hand, he's gone.
~Come on skinny love...
My, my, my, my~
"I'm glad you came to me Jason." Tristan Mclean says half-heartedly. He rubs his temples with his hands. "I just never knew. Annabeth had tried to tell me..."
"But Piper can be convincing," Jason supplied quickly, the warmth from the teacup already fading. "She told me not to tell you. I wasn't exactly sure what to do."
"Don't worry, Jason. You did the right thing. I' also apologize for my daughter putting you in such a precarious position."
"I'm not sure I did, sir. I mean, what are you going to do to her?"
"I don't know, Jason. I have no idea. Just right now, I need the story from her."
He ignores his last statement, because it would never do him any good to question the man. "Where's Piper now?"
"Out with Leo, Hazel, and Frank. Well, at least I think she is. Anyway, she should be back any minute."
"Should I leave?" He asks, his eyes nervously darting towards the door.
He shrugs. "If you want. But, I think it would be best if you stayed."
"She's going to kill me, sir."
"You and me both kid," he mutters under his breath, but it's loud enough for Jason to hear. Then the sound that Jason is dreading rings through his ears. The opening of a door. He hears Piper giggle, Leo's light, humorous voice, Frank's heavy footsteps and Hazel's short goodbye. The door closes, and Piper walks into the room.
"Hey, dad. I'm back. I hope you don't mind, I ate with Leo, Frank, and Hazel. Dad? Dad, are you in here-" she freezes in place when she sees the scene in front of her. Jason, sitting there, his face hard. Her dad's conflicted expression. The tea in front of them. The sorrowful atmosphere. Jason figures she must know, because of her skin tone, which was paling rapidly.
"What have you done?" She all but whispers to Jason, her voice full of pain and betrayal. "What have you done?"
~Come on Skinny love what happened here?~
A/N: Sorry it was so short, guys. I had major writer's block for this chapter. And I'm happy to say that I'm almost finished with this fic. Two, or three chapters left. Maybe more, but I'm not sure at this point. Thank you all who have reviewed, favorited, and followed. Meant a bunch!
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