Disclaimer- I don't own Victorious
AN- Here's the 21st chapter, enjoy. I tried making it really long.
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. Jade's POV
I woke up early, really early. The sun hadn't even come up yet. But I couldn't sleep either way. What would be the point of laying in bed, wide awake and
wasting time? Exactly. I put on my jeans and a lose shirt and stuffed everything inside the bag. This is the day. I'm so close to getting there. But I'm scared.
I'm scared that if I start this life then I will soon forget my old life. And I don't want to forget it. I mean...all the tragic things that happened, I would want to
forget. But I know that I will never forget. Prof of it is inside my stomach right now. Laying in there and taking form. I don't want to forget all the happiness
that did happen. Like when I met Beck, the first time he told me he loved me. The first time I sang and everyone cheered. The first time I performed in a
play, when I got the lead. All those small moments of happiness, I don't want to forget them. Yet what do I have to remember them? Nothing but memories
that will soon fade away.
I walked towards the door and reached for the door nob slowly as if I were afraid to see what's on the other side. Nevertheless, I pulled it opened and
walked out, closing the door very slowly.
"You're up early." A voice came from behind me. I jumped and turned around. And we meet again, Alex...or was it Axell?
"Stalking me?" I replied shifting the weight of my bag on my shoulder. He chuckled but shook his head.
"Nah, I'm headed home. Portland, not too far from here." He said. Portland? This is weird...
"If you live in Portland then what are you doing here?" I asked, curiosity hit in and I couldn't help but to ask.
"I had a job here."
"Had?" I said with my eyebrow raised. He nodded.
"Yup. Had, as in I quit."
"Why'd you quit?" I asked again. I couldn't help it.
"Curious one, aren't you?" He smiled. I shrugged.
"Well, I miss my wife and kid. I don't want to be apart from them anymore. They're my life." He said. He has a kid and a wife? But he looks so young.
"How old are you?" I asked.
"24. My kid is turning 5 real soon. And it's a shame because I don't even know what she's like. I've been traveling so long that I only see her when I have
time. And that's just not good enough for me. I want to live life with her and watch her grow up. 5 years I wasted. I'm not about to waist any more years." He explained.
"Well, at least you seem to be a good father." Was all I could come up with. I began to walk to the front counter downstairs. He was following right behind
me, carrying his bag over his shoulder. I handed in my key and walked towards my car.
"Hey," He called out. I stopped and turned to look at him.
"You want to know how I know you're running away?" He asked coming closer. I rolled my eyes and took in a deep breath before letting it out.
"I'm not. But go ahead." I replied. He huffed.
"Because, you have the same look my wife did when she found out she was pregnant. She was your age, 17...she was in her senior year. And I was only
19. I told her that I would get a job and we would raise our baby together. But she had doubt. She was scared..." He paused and looked down.
"What happened?" I asked so quietly. He looked up.
"She left. She went to live with her cousin in Portland. But I followed her there. Believe me, she was not happy to see me. She yelled at me but I told her I
wasn't leaving. I knew she was scared, hell I was scared. Raising a kid at 19, hopes of going to college was over for us. That's why I went to finish high
school. But then I go and get her pregnant, and I am not the kind that would just walk away. So we had our baby girl but baby supplies...it wasn't cheap.
Truck driving pays. And it was the only job I could get at the time. No one wants a drop out. But now, I have another job back at Portland. Back where my baby girl is. I'm not going to deny that." He finished.
"So I'm telling you, running away won't help. Sooner or later, you're going to face your problems. Just like my wife did. And it'd be a whole lot easier if you
had someone by your side. So, go ahead and get to where ever you're going. But it won't help." He said. I stared at him.
"See ya, kid." He waved good bye as he headed to his truck. I watched as he climbed in and drove off. I stood there a moment before I got in my own car.
I sat in there, just thinking. He's right...running away won't solve anything. And I am scared. His wife, she was my age. I wonder what she would have
done if he didn't chase after her. But I bet she didn't make it impossible for him to find her. And she had her cousin to help so technicality she isn't
alone...ugh. Look at how pathetic I've become. Trying to make my situation worse than hers.
I sighed deeply before driving off. The feeling of anxiousness was rising up in my stomach again. Or was it the morning sickness? Well I found out it was
morning sickness when I ended up pulling over to the side of the rode and puking what wasn't even in my stomach. I felt the warmth of the sun on my back
as I bent down and threw up. I rinsed my mouth and tried to get that disgusting taste out of my mouth. I watched cars pass by and enjoyed the shinning
sun that rose in the horizon. Wonder how it can seem so close yet it's so far. I shook my head clear of thoughts and got into the car and began to drive. I
drove for hours, afraid to stop to any diner for food in case I meet that truck driver again. Though I'm sort of glad I met him. He made me think...? Or maybe
I already knew what I know just needed someone to reassure me...yeah, I don't even know what I'm talking about here.
My anxiety came back to me when I saw the big sign that said, "Welcome to Oregon". And I knew that this time, it wasn't my sickness. It was fear. I
checked my phone. But nothing...then again, why would I expect anything to be there? I drove until hell broke lose and I needed gas. God damnit...I'm so
close too! Only about 2 hours away. I walked into the store to pay for the gas but I went to the bathroom first. I looked...not good. All the marks on my
face have faded, you can still see the lines of the nails but its not too obvious, at least I hope its not.
I payed the man and filled up the tank before driving off again, and eating some chips. They sold sandwiches but I don't trust food in gas stations. Once,
Beck and I were heading Venice Beach and we stopped for gas, and he was hungry so he bought a sandwich and ate it. Even though I told him not to, he
ended up getting really sick and I had to take care of him. But it was one of those moments, that you wouldn't change.
I shook my head clear and rolled down the window, smelling that fresh sent of salted water. I could begin to see the ocean as I drove on the bridge.
Honestly I hate crossing bridges, I always get that "what if it breaks?" question in my head and then I get all freaked out about it. Beck use to make fun of
me because of it, he'd always say, "how can a girl like you, be scared of something like this?" and I'd just hit him or insult in some other way.
I felt a smile grow on my face as I remembered all the memories I shared with Beck. All the laughs we had, all the fun we had, the happiness he gave me...I'll miss that.
Before time could go by and faster, I was already passing by all the other beach houses crowded together. Mom use to hate being so close to other
people, that's why our house was so isolated. Many people thought it was because I was a witch of something but it was actually because of my mom. She
had a huge issue with being around too many people. Which I don't understand considering the fact that she has...had... to be around many people in her
work. So when she decided to build a beach house, she made it as far as possible from everyone else. The house she built was on the other side of the
crowded houses. It was on a small hill, so small you could barley call it a hill (more like a bump), we had the best view to the ocean. It was like any other
house, faded blue house, 4 bedrooms, 3 bathrooms. A huge deck, a small tower on top (it use to be mine when I was younger, I would pretend to be a
princess and wait for my prince to come) and a garage with...a car in it? What?
I parked right in front of the house, right on the curve. I got out and walked to the front door. I knocked on it, who the hell is in here? I swear to god, if it's
my dad I'll ki-. I stared at the woman who just opened the door. She had blond hair, blue eyes and was in perfect shape. Wow, she's a barbie doll.
"Jade?" She said in shock. I frowned at her. She smiled.
"You probably don't remember me, I use to take care of you when you were still in diapers. But, oh! You've grown so much!" She cheered, eying me.
"Um...w-what are you doing here?" I asked. She looked surprised. Well, ok it sounded rude but this is my house.
"Your father...he rented this house to us. After what happened...to your mother, he said he wanted to get rid of everything that reminded him of her. So he
let us rent it." She explained.
"This is my house, though! He can't do that...wait...us?" I asked, letting her words sink in.
"Oh, yes. Me and my daughter, Lila. She's 14. Um, here why don't we go inside. We can talk about it." She offered, stepping aside to let me in. I hesitated
but entered. Its just like I remembered. The door opened straight to the living room on the left. The living room was still the same. The large screen TV, the
red couch, a black piano and the small coffee table. The doors behind the couch, about 2 yards away, were closed. But behind the door was the grand
kitchen and the dinning room. To the right of the entrance door were stairs. They led to the bedrooms, it was my parents, mine and a guest bedroom. The
extra one, my dad had turned into his study.
I followed her as she moved to the couch. I sat down and she went to open the windows that showed the view to the ocean. Then the doors behind the
kitchen flew opened. And in came a young girl. Blond, just like her mother but she had green eyes. She was dressed all in black, wearing heavily eye liner.
She glared at me and then at her mom.
"Lila, this is Jade. Jade this is my daughter Lila." She introduced her. I smiled lightly at Lila but she only glared at me. Then she ran upstairs.
"I'm sorry...she's been acting out lately. I don't even know why. She's changed so much." She paused and looked at me.
"I'm Karen by the way...so what brings you here?" She asked. I looked down.
"I um...I was planning to live here. This is, after all, my house. And I though it'd be empty." I said. She nodded slowly.
"Oh, I...I don't know what to say. Your father just rented us the house and then he went to go live in Seattle I believe. May I ask you something?" Karen
questioned. I nodded.
"Why are you not with your dad?" I froze for a second.
"I-I got emancipated. And I'll just dropped out of high school. I wanted to live here..." I said.
"Well...I mean this is your house, so I guess...we're just going to have to move." She said, sadness in her voice.
"No. It's ok. I mean, I just came here unexpected. So..I'll just find somewhere else to go. It's fine..." I said. She looked at me.
"But, this is your house and I don't want any legal trouble later on. Besides, where would you stay?" She asked. I stayed silent.
"Tell you what, why don't you stay? Live here." She compromised. I shook my head.
"No. I don't even know you that well." I replied. She smiled.
"Ok then, just stay until you figured out what to do, ok?" I nodded slowly.
"Well then, let's get you settled in, shall we?" She said. She's really nice, I think I might like her. We went out to my car and took out all my bags and went
to my old bedroom. It was just the same. The walls were a calm shade of pink with flowers on the bottom, yes I use to be girly when I was younger. The
bed was the same as well, still right next to the window. It was queen sized, canape hanging over it, fluffy stuffed animals on it. The couch facing the flat
screen TV. And in between was a small clear coffee table. I use to have tea parties on it. There were two doors. One for the bath room and the other for
the walk in closet. I was spoiled as can be. And right next to the couch, was another door. That door was my sanctuary. It had stairs behind it, stairs that
led to the small closed tower. The tower where I would watch the ocean. It had windows all around it and a long couch that leaned against it. I had a
second bed up there...I wonder if its all there.
"I put all your toys and clothes in a box and put them up in the attic, along with you're mothers stuff...so if you ever want, you can...get them." She said
pulling me out of my thoughts. I looked at her.
"Thanks..." I mumbled. She nodded.
"Well, I'll let you settle in." She told me. She was about to exit when she stopped.
"Oh, um, here." She handed me a key.
"Its for the door over there," She referred to the one that led to my tower.
"Lila use to sneak up there and drink so I locked it. But its yours now." She finished and then left, shutting the door behind her. I breathed deeply. This
brings back so many memories.
I walked to the closet and began unpacking my belongings. All my shoes, clothes, brushes. I put my small shampoo bottles that I took for the hotels in the
bathroom, along with my tooth brush and tooth paste.
I sat on my couch, facing at the blank TV screen.
"Who is she?" I heard an angry voice come from downstairs.
"Lila, please...she owns this house! Be damn grateful she isn't kicking us out!" Karen shouted.
"I...ugh!" Lila complained, stomping up stairs. I didn't even hear when she went downstairs...but I sure hear the way the door slammed. Below I could hear
her mothers silent sobs. I frowned. What the hell is that damn girls problem? She should be grateful she even has a mom...
I hesitated before walking downstairs. Her mom was sitting on the couch, drying her tears away quickly when she saw me.
"Jade, is something wrong?" She asked, trying to smile. I shook my head.
"No...But are you ok?" I questioned, her smile, if you could call it that, faded. She nodded slowly.
"Yeah. I'm fine. Lila, she's just acting out and I don't even know why." Karen explained.
"I...I can talk to her if you want." I offered. She stared at me, hope in her eyes.
"Yes, maybe she'll listen to someone close to her age. B-but not now. She already hates me, and making you talk to her will make her even more pissed
off." She said. I nodded.
"Ok. Um, I guess I'll be upstairs if you need anything." I concluded. I turned away and made my way up stairs but before I could step on the first step, I
stopped as Karen said my name.
"Can I ask you something, again?" She questioned. I walked towards her again.
"Sure, what is it?" I replied, almost whispering.
"Why are you here? I don't want to sound rude or anything but... last time I checked in, you were going to one of the best schools in California. Hollywood
arts, it takes a lot of talent to get in to this school. So why would you drop out?" She was curious. I didn't want to answer but its not like she's not going to
notice when my belly starts growing...or maybe I shouldn't let it grow...
"Well...it's just that I, um, I don't want to be in California anymore. Too many memories of my mom there. And like my dad, I want to forget." I lied. She
nodded but something told me she didn't quiet believe me. I guess she just didn't want to say anything. She said nothing so I walked away and went back
to my room. I grabbed the small key from the coffee table and went to the tower door. I opened it and walked up the stairs until I reached the top. It was
just like I remembered except there were beer bottles in the corner. Guess Lila still sneaked up here, probably picked the lock. I looked out to the ocean it
was always so peaceful. The bed was at the corner, the covers undone. Yup she defenetly came up here without her mom knowing. I walked over to the
small couch and laid on it. My mom use to come up here and bring me cakes for me and my friends. When they would come over for sleep overs, we would
sleep up here. I was happy here but then dad got transferred. So bye bye Oregon and hello California. When I found out we had to move, I was only 6 and
I threw the biggest tantrum. Fitting in was hard. Every one would make fun of me because I was new. They would all hate me for being "rich". It got so bad
that one day, they beat me up. I spent all my elementary school being the school's punching bag. In middle school, I decided I had enough and changed. I
changed my wardrobe and everything. Everyone that teased me were then afraid of me. And I took advantage of that. Every one stayed away from me.
For a school play, in 8th grade, I wanted a part in it, it seemed stupid and pointless but my mom was begging me to do it. So when I auditioned and sang,
even I was surprised with my voice and my acting skills. Opening night, the principle of Hollywood Arts came and saw me perform. He wanted me to go to
his school and I accepted. Then I met Beck, Cat, Andre and Robbie. And then Tori came along and all the other shit happened too.
When I snapped out of my thoughts, I realized that I had done what I came here to do. To start over. It just hit me that I will never go back. I will never
see them again...I thought about it all the way while I was coming here but actually being here and thinking about it, its different.
I felt tears run down my face. What's going to happen now?
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. Beck's POV
We were all exhausted and when I got out of the shower, Andre didn't even look at me but instead pushed by me angrily. I looked to Robbie and he only
shrugged.
"Don't ask because I don't know. All I know is that he got pissed off when you and Tori stayed behind. And I don't even get that because he's the one who
sort of blew up at her when you and Andre fought." Robbie said.
"What do you mean blew up on her?" I asked. Robbie looked away.
"Um, never mind. So uh, how was your shower?" He asked nervously.
"Good, now what do you mean blew up?" I asked again. He fidgeted.
"Well, he told her to run after you because he knew she liked you. But then Tori screamed that she didn't like you but she liked Andre. And Andre didn't
believe her and I guess now they're not talking. So I don't get why he's jealous if he rejected her." Robbie explained. I sat down on the bed and sighed.
"He needs to figure things out. Because, I like Tori, a lot bu-" I was cut off by Andre's voice that said,
"I knew it. You did like her!" Robbie and I jumped as we turned to him.
"No I don't." I said calmly.
"You just said "I like Tori a lot!" He repeated my words. I shook my head.
"Well maybe if you had let me finished my sentence you would know that I like her a lot but ONLY as a friend." I explained.
"Right." He replied sarcastically.
"Andre, if you like her then why didn't you tell her that? Instead of going off at her the other day!" Robbie said, I forgot he was even there.
"Because she doesn't like me!" Andre said. I couldn't help but to laugh.
"Wow, Andre...are you serious? Tori likes you! She even told you herself yet you didn't believe her! She's been talking to me about how much she likes you.
But she thinks you hate her. I'm not screwing up, you are." I said. Andre only starred at me.
"Now, you can go think about it while you shower. I'm going to bed. Night." I said getting ready to sleep.
"Wait, why aren't you in there?" I heard Robbie say.
"I forgot my pajama pants." He mumbled, going back to the bathroom, with I assume his pants. I heard the door close and Robbie digging threw his bag.
"Man! Don't ever put me in the bag! Its dark in there." I heard Rex's voice.
"Robbie...put him away!" I groaned.
"Excuse you. Am I depriving Pretty Boy of his sleep?" Rex commented. I grabbed a pillow and threw it at them.
"Rude!" Rex said. I sat up and glared at Robbie.
"If you don't put him away, I will chop him up in to little pieces while you sleep." I threatened. I get cranky when I'm tired.
"Putting him away now." Robbie replied quickly. He walked over to his bed and tucked Rex in. Wow... I think he has bigger issues then me. I took a deep
breath in and fell in to a deep sleep.
I groaned when I felt someone shaking me.
"Beck...Beck, get up. Time to go." Some one said shaking me. I opened my eyes only to be greeted by a puppet so close to my face. I screamed and fell off
the bed.
"Good. You're up." Robbie said, grabbing Rex.
"let's go. Andre went to go wake up the girls." He told me, putting his things in his bag. I got up and glared at him. I went to the bathroom and got ready. Within 10 minutes I was ready to go.
"where's Andre?" I asked.
"I told you, he went to go wake up the girls. He's probably already loading up the car." Robbie said swinging the bag over his shoulders. I followed his lead
and we walked downstairs to meet the girls and Andre who was checking us out.
"Hey." I said yawning at the end.
"Hey, so you sleep well?" Tori asked. We nodded.
"Good. At least you guys did." She mumbled.
"How come?" Robbie asked. Tori looked over at Cat who was smiling.
"She didn't let me sleep at all! All she wanted to do was have pillow fights, eat candy, watch movies, braid each others hair!" Tori exclaimed.
"Duh, it was a sleepover!" Cat defended her self, the smile never fading. Tori glared at her. And now that I noticed, she had bags under her eyes.
"THERE IS SLEEP IN SLEEPOVER! AND YOU DIDN'T LET ME SLEEP." Tori yelled. Cat looked hurt.
"You're so mean to me!" She said before stalking off.
"Ugh. I'll go get her." Robbie said following her out of the building.
"So..." I began.
"What?" She said cranky.
"Sorry, I'm just tired." She whispered leaning against me because she couldn't even stand on her own.
"Ok, why don't we get you in the car and you can sleep there." I told her, half dragging her to the car. Cat and Robbie were sitting in the back seat
because Cat refused to sit next to Tori. Tori stretched out on seat while I put the bags in the back. I climbed into the drivers seat and waited for Andre to
get on. He, after handing the key in, came and got in. I drove off and glanced over at Tori. Not even 10 minutes had gone by and she was already asleep.
Just like Cat who leaned against Robbie. Robbie was too busy listening to music and playing on his game boy to even bother moving her. I looked back to
the road and looked over at Andre who starred out the window. This is so awkward.
"So...lovely weather we're having." I said, mentally slapping myself. Lovely weather we're having? Really? God... Andre raised an eyebrow at me and chuckled.
"Wow, Beck." He replied. I smiled.
"I'm sorry...I was cranky last night. I didn't mean to blow off on you like that." He whispered. I nodded.
"It's cool. I was cranky too." I told him. He turned on the radio but it was on full volume and it woke the girls up with a shriek...Robbie as well. I think his
was the girly one. Andre quickly turned it down.
"I swear! Who the hell turned that thing on?" Tori exclaimed sitting up and rubbing her eyes.
"Ugh...Andre!" "Beck!" We shouted at the same time.
"That's not nice! I was sleeping." Cat said.
"Sorry, lil red. Just go back to sleep." Andre told them. I stayed quiet and glanced as Tori laid back down and Cat leaned back on Robbie, who didn't say
anything and just went back to playing. Soon they were back asleep and Andre made another attempt to turn on the radio. I glared at him and he backed
his hand away.
"Don't wake them up. Girls are soooooo cranky if you wake them up." I reminded him, referring to Jade. When she would sleep over, I would wake her up for breakfast but she would be so cranky and throw things at me. I would always laugh as she pouted and whined because she was tired.
I don't know where you are, Jade...but I promise. I will not stop chasing you.
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AN- OK so there you go. Again I tired to make it long because I already know my ending (: And it will be tragic, just letting you know now. And well this is a tragic story so...yeah. Please review. Thanks!