She's dead.
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Jade's POV,
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When the pizza delivery guy got to the door, Beck let me go get the pizza. Kayla and James bounced down the stairs, a wide smile on their faces.
"Pizza! Pizza! Pizza!" James yelled, much to his sisters annoyance. For a six year old and a four year old, they are very brilliant. Kayla has taken to dark colors and her room is painted in dark purple, blue, and red. James is so much like his dad. So sweet and caring. But he notices everything!
"Mommy? Daddy? Whats wrong?" He asks glancing at us, his adoreable face filled with concern.
"Nothing honey," I said with a fake smile on my face. I looked over at Beck briefly to see a mirror of my smile.
"Beck it's $10.56." I told him.
"Alright here." He handed a 20 to me. "The change is a tip." Beck always gives them a good tip.
"Alright. Thank you." I told the delivery guy and he left.
"Pizza! Pizza! Pizza! We get pizz-"
"James, if you say the word pizza again I will-"
"Kayla." I warned. She walked into the kitchen. We all followed.
"Mama?" James looked at me.
"What?"
"What was she going to say?"
"Don't worry about it ok." I picked him up and put him on my hip. "I love you." I kissed him on his forehead.
"I love you too. Now can we have pizza?" His asked. I laughed. I put him in his highchair. "Mama! I'm a big boy! Big boys don't need highchairs!" He said.
"And who told you that?"
"Daddy." He smiled.
"Daddy's about to be in trouble." I told him and he laughed.
"Why am I in trouble?" Beck grabbed my waist.
"Did you tell him that big boys don't need to sit in highchairs?"
"Yep." He smiled.
"Beck!" I hit his arm lightly.
"What?" He asked.
"James you need to sit there ok?" I told him.
"No!" James said.
"Beck talk to him." I glared at him.
"Fine." Beck walked over to James.
"Okay James, you know how I said big boys don't have to sit in highchairs?" Beck questions. I giggle slightly looking at my two boys.
"Yes daddy! And I'm a big boy, right?" James said, hoping for a yes.
"No, your not your just a baby!" Kayla yells from her chair.
"Daddy, Kay called me a baby!" He whined.
"Yes, I heard her. And even though your a big boy you still have to listen to your mother and I. That means you have to sit in your highchair. Got it?" Beck says ruffling our sons hair.
"Yes daddy." he smiles, little dimples on his cheeks appearing.
"Okay everyone," I say my stomach starting to growl "who wants pizza!"
"Mee!" Kayla, James, and even Beck said together. He acts like a little kid sometimes...
"Alright, then sit down! I'm starving!" I whined. I never really lost my attitude, it just mellowed out, which I'm glad for. I heard a knock at the door and Beck went to see who it is.
"Jade?" He called.
"I'll be right back. No fighting." I told Kayla and James and walked to the door. "Mr. Vega? What are you doing here?" I asked.
"Can I come in?" He asked.
"Um.. sure." Beck said and Mr. Vega sat on the sofa. "What do you need?" Beck looked worried.
"Sit down. It's about your mother." Becks' Mom? Oh my god!
"What about my mother?" He asked.
"She's dead." He said looking down. Oh my god!
"What? How? Who?" I asked. She was like my own mother.
"Charlie killed her. He left this for you Beck." He handed him the note and I read it as he did.
Dear Beckett,
Hello there. Miss me? I missed you.
I wonder what your Mom and Dad would say.. wait they're dead.. hahahaha!
I wonder how you and Jade are doing? And your kids?
Kayla is growing up so fast. She's beautiful.. So is James.
I'll see you soon Beckett. That's a promise.
~ Charlie
"Beck don't listen to him! He's Just trying to get to you." I told Beck.
"But Jade, he knows what our children look like! And their names! He must know som-" Beck said, sobs breaking out. I pat his back comfortingly, trying to hold back my own wave of tears.
"Be-Beck, we have to stay strong, no matter how b-bad it may look. For the-the kids." I stutter out, worry etched into every feature on my face.
"Now Mr. and Mrs. Oliver, I realize you fear for your children, we could take th-" but I cut him off.
"You will NOT take my children" I spit back menicingly, glaring at him.
"Fine fine." He hisses back, and got up to leave. "We're doing everything we can, but try not to be alone." at that, Mr. Vega left our house, leaving me and Beck stunned in fear. What are we going to do..?
"James! Stop it!" We heard Kayla yell. I hugged Beck and walked into the kitchen.
"Stop what?" I asked.
"He threw food at me!" Kayle whined.
"James! That's not nice! Beck came talk to this boy!" I yelled.
"K. I'll be in there in a second!" He yelled back. He came in. It didn't even look like he was crying. "What did he do?"
"He threw food at Kayla." I told him.
"Did the food hit you?" He asked Kayla.
"No he missed." She said.
"Ok James. If you're going to throw food, throw it right." Beck picked up a piece of pizza and threw it at me. It hit my face.
"Beck!" He smirked. "Oh it's on!" I said and threw some pizza at him. I could tell he was still upset, but he was acting like he was ok for the kids. James and Kayla joined in and the kitchen was a mess.
"Ok!" I said laughing. "Beck get James in the bath, and I'll but Kayla in the bath. I'll take her upstairs."
"K." He picked James up and carried him to the bathroom.
"Come on, lets go." I got her in her bath and I went into the living room. Beck was sitting on the sofa staring at a picture of Me, him, the kids, and his Mom. I walked over to him.
"She was everything to us. Everything to me. She was the one who helped me and the kids. The kids. How are we going to tell the kids?" He asked, tears running down his face.
"Babe, I know its going to be tough, but they will get through it." I whisper sadly, tears running with my makeup down my face leaving black stains.
"We have to tell them tonight." he whispers back, almost inaudiably, and as if on cue, the kids walk into the room, then stop 5 feet away when they see our tears.
"Whats wrong?" James says, immeadiatly crying and running to us, Kayla does the same.
"James, Kayla?" Beck said sniffling, "You know how we talked about another place, up there?" He said, pointing to the sky, they both nodded in agreement, "Well, Grammy is there." he finished with a fresh wave of tears making their way down his face.
"You lied!" James screeched getting up from his fathers lap, " You promised I could see Grammy tommorrow!" He continued with kayla nodding in agreement. They both got up and ran to their rooms, doors slamming. I look at Beck, the same question in his eyes that is in mine..what do we do now..?
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AN: CHAPTER TWO!
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