Chapter 2
Beck was sitting in his RV when there was a banging on the door. He frowned- it must be Jade. Why was she here? They had broken up a week ago. He got up and unlocked the door and stood back, expecting her to kick through it. He waited a moment, but there was no black boot crashing through the door.
He opened it slowly to see her standing on his steps, shaking. He quickly pulled her in, sitting her down.
"Jade? What happened?" He asked, concerned.
"I- I went home- and my dad- he asked why I wasn't ever here, with you, and I- I told him what happened, and he said- he said it was a matter of time, and he- he knew no one could really l-love me, and- and-" She hiccoughed out, tears running down her face. Beck wasn't really shocked. He was just disgusted. He knew her father wasn't exactly kind, but to hit her when she was down…
"You can stay here tonight." Beck said firmly. "Just for tonight, to show him you're not alone. If we're lucky he'll get worried and have a heart attack."
Jade almost laughed.
Later that night, Jade was on Beck's laptop, going through the profiles on the Slap, when she came onto Trina's.
Her eyes widened as she saw Beck's lips attached to hers in wonderful high definition.
Her dad was right. Beck hadn't loved her. Probably never loved her. He couldn't get over someone he loved in a week. Especially that- passionately.
Beck started as he heard Jade slam his laptop closed and run into the bathroom, locking the door. He sighed and stood up. He needed to talk to Andre and Robbie about the plan they were working on to keep Trina away, and Jade had been on the laptop for almost an hour.
He opened it and was met with a huge picture of his face all over Trina's.
He quickly dropped the laptop, running to the bathroom and hammering on the door. "Jade? Jade, it's not what you think, I swear! Jade? Jade!"
There was a clinking sound and then a small thud. Beck hammered again. "Jade, I'm coming in!"
He ran to the kitchen and got a toothpick, running back to pick the lock.
He swung open the door to find Jade on the floor, deep slashes in her wrists. It almost looked as though there was no blood- it had all been soaked into her black clothes.
Beck froze for a moment. It was as though all the systems in his mind had shut down. This couldn't be happening. Not now- not ever.
Jade's chest shuddered and he snapped back, grabbing his phone and dialing 911.
"Hello, what is your-"
"I'm in an RV in front of 6729 Sunset Avenue. There's a girl here, she's cut her wrists, she's not conscience but she's breathing. I need an ambulance here now." He said quickly into the phone. It was silent for a moment as the operator scratched something out and yelled to someone else.
"We have an ambulance on the way." She told him quickly. "Would you like-"
Beck hung up.
He dropped to the floor, next to his girlfriend of almost four years, her chest blissfully breathing but her body painfully still. He grabbed a towel and tied it tightly around her wrists before lifting her into his lap.
He choked as her head lolled to the side, her mouth partially open. It was becoming painful to breathe, his shoulders were shaking, his sight was blurry.
"Jade, it's going to be okay. I don't love Trina, I promise. I swear on- on my life. You need to stay strong. Jade, you need to hang on for me here. You do have a reason to live, you have lots of reasons, you can't let go. Just keep breathing. Jade? Jade, come on. You need to wake up."
A/N; No! He's not going insane! I swear! Jade is not a ghost, a hallucination, or an angel. So what could she possibly be? And this chapter was depressing, but I promise this is a happy story.