A/N: Thanks again for all the reviews! Victorious fans are truly fantastic :)
I have one review response for this chapter: invincible-soul, thank you for your kind review regarding my writing! Correctly used grammar is one of my biggest pet peeves! I just have to make it perfect, and I always try to expand my vocabulary throughout the chapters in order to avoid repeating the same words. So, again, thank you for reviewing my story and I hope you continue to keep up with it!
Alright, here we go! Again, italics are flashbacks.
"What the hell is this?"
She turns around, momentarily forgetting her clothes she's packing. "What?"
The grown man, dressed in a navy suit, raises a plane ticket in one of his hands. "This. Where do you think you're going?"
"Home." She's monotone, not wanting to express her inner fear.
"Home? I believe you are home, Jadelyn," he insists, shutting the door to the room so they can obtain privacy.
Jade suddenly takes a riveting interest in her carpet. "I'm going back to Los Angeles to live with mom."
He scoffs. "I don't think so, young lady! Your mother is unstable and unfitting to support you; you're staying here in London."
"I'm eighteen, Dad! By law, I can live with whoever I want! Cut off child support, I don't care what you do, but this is what I want," she argues, her voice beginning to tremble. "I bought the plane ticket with my own money, and I'm going."
"And your brother?"
"James is ten; he doesn't really have a choice about custody now, does he?" Jade raises her pierced eyebrow. "He has to stay in this hell hole…with a sad excuse of a father and 'Little Miss New Boobs'."
Her father steps forward, his face inching toward his daughter's. "Do not speak of my wife that way."
She snarls, curling her top lip. "Figured you'd take her side. Wanna know something else that I found out about the new Mrs. West?" The man narrows his eyes, egging her to continue. She goes on, "You knocked her up, George."
"W-what?" Mr. West's reaction proves this is the first time he's received the news.
"That's right; you're having a third child with your new wife, who, I might add, is young enough to be my older sister." She counts the difference in age within her head, nodding slightly with a confident result of seven years.
She shudders at the memory of being told that her new step-mother would be a twenty-five year old with a yappy dog.
His face contorts with shock and confusion, and he sets his eyes on anything but his daughter's face. "You're sure?"
"It's such great news, really," Jade replies seriously. "It's another child for you to abandon and ruin their hopes and dreams. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to finishing packing so I can leave this God forsaken torture chamber."
Her father's eyes soften, realizing that he's in deep water. "Would you like me to drive you to the airport, then?"
She ignores his question by stuffing her favorite pair of scissors inside the front pocket of her black suitcase.
Mr. West rolls his eyes, a gesture Jade picked up from him at a young age. "Security won't let you go through with those in your bag."
Disregarding his words once more, she folds her infamous leather jacket and places it on the top of her other belongings. As much as she despises the fact that her step-mother bought it for her, Jade supports it nearly every other day.
Her father saunters to her bed where she stands and hands her the jacket back. "Planes can get cold."
Jade grabs it slowly, muttering, "Thanks."
"Why is that I'm losing you so abruptly?"
She shuts her eyes and releases a deep breath. "You lost me a long time ago, Dad."
George West places the plane ticket on top of her unzipped luggage before kissing her forehead softly. "I'm sorry, Jade."
Jadelyn West detaches her focus on her father and closes her suitcase quickly. She picks it up off the bed, sets it on her black rug, and tugs the handle up in order to roll it away. "You fucked up our family like crazy, Dad. It's going to take a lot more than an insincere apology to fix anything. Good luck with your new family, and tell James that I love him."
With that statement, she grips her bag and leaves the room, planning to never return.
Jadelyn West stares at her black suitcase lying in front of her. She peers over her shoulder to find Beck and Andre searching through other bags for any useful items the group could use. She nonchalantly opens up the front pocket, retrieves her scissors from their position, and jams them into the side of her knee-high combat boot.
Jade wonders within her head how they actually got passed security… Her best guess is that they were overlooked, being that it was late and the employees didn't have any interest in being at the airport.
Still, she trusted her life with these people and look where she is now.
Jade moves on to the main compartment of her bag, digging through her belongings to discover her toiletry pouch. Another round of unzipping leads to her to finding the sewing kit she packed last minute. She knew that the little needle and thread would come in handy for something one day. Jade places it in the inner pocket of her leather jacket, scowling again at the thought of her step-mother. "Hey!"
The boys turn to her, and Beck calls back, "What's up?"
"I've got one! Put this bag with the other valuables," Jade instructs, closing the lid and handing the luggage to Andre so he can add it to the pile of those that they will take out of the plane. "I'm going to go give this Vega so she'll shut her intelligent face."
She starts making her way toward the exit of the plane, stepping over the body of a balding man in his thirties. Jade is stopped by something tugging at her ankle; when she looks down at her interruption, she screams at the sight of the man underneath her gasping for breath. "Beck! Beck, where are you?!"
"Help me," the once unconscious man says in a barely audible whisper. "Please."
Beck and Andre drop everything and run down the aisle toward Jade. "What's wrong?"
"T-This dude! Make him let go of me!" she shrieks in pure terror.
Beck wraps his hand around the stranger's, peeling his fingers free of Jade's ankle; thus causing her fall against the plane's seats in lack of restrictions.
Andre bends down to become eye level with the other victim. "Sir, can you hear me?"
"Yes," comes the hoarse reply.
"Good, now sir, do you think you can stand so we can get you out of here?" Andre asks loudly, as if the man is deaf.
The stranger shakes his head 'no' weakly, but still allows Beck to grab hold of his feet and Andre underneath his arms. Jade, with the sewing kit still securely in her pocket, leads the boys toward the beach and every once in a while telling them to watch for obstacles.
When the four reach the sand, Beck guides the man's legs to the ground before wrapping an arm on the other side of his torso. He and Andre support his standing form, also helping him walk behind Jade as she escorts them back to the shade with the other survivors.
They watch as Tori and Cat pull at the ends of Robbie's jeans, preparing for his 'surgery'. He's left in his boxers, and Tori rolls the blood-stained side up enough for her to work with. "Vega!" Jade demands, tossing the sewing kit into the brunette's lap as Beck and Andre lean the older man against a tree to get some air.
"Robbie, can you hear me?" Cat asks, putting her lips to his ear. He moans a little at her words, slightly moving his hand for hers to hold. "Now, this is going to sting a little, but you have to stay still for Tori."
Tori takes the opportunity to snap the alcohol cap off with her teeth and pour it across the gash to cleanse it. Robbie cries out painfully, and Cat's face goes pale when she soothes, "Shhh, it's okay, Robbie; I'm here. You're going to be okay…"
Tori opens the kit in front of Cat, displaying the brightly colored spools of thread. "You have a color preference?" she asks, attempting to lighten the mood.
Not amused, Cat's eyes begin to water. Jade fails to hide her annoyance, "Would you stop trying to be charming and just close up the goddamn cut already?"
The teenagers watch closely as Tori weaves the needle and thread through Robbie's skin, constantly causing the curly haired boy to tense up in agony.
Soon, they grow bored of Tori's surgery – albeit Cat, who is inspecting every little move Tori makes – and decide to check on the newest member of their clan. He, unfortunately, is still unable to speak properly and resorts to paying no attention to all of Beck's questions. The long-haired boy ends his interview with the mismatched clothed stranger, and plumps into the sand next to Jade.
"You think they're looking for us?" he enquires out loud, examining the darkening sky above them.
Jade scoffs. "Of course, because the plane has one of the trackers…right? We'll be home in no time," she reassures more to herself than him, but she'd never admit that.
They're ripped out of their conversation by a vulgar roar deep within the jungle. Beck staggers to his feet, pulling Jade with him in order to stand in front of her for protection, and six of the seven survivors' heads shoot toward the mysterious noise. Trees sway above them, indicating that a large force within the jungle is near.
"Terrific," Andre mutters.
Jade cowers behind Beck's muscular form, not bothered by the fact that everyone is able to see the fear etched across her features.
Once the rescue squad arrives to this cast off island, she vows to leave, planning to never return.
A/N: There's chapter three! Now you have Jade's background story! Tori will be next, with the first look of the actual malfunctioning plane! :O Also, Cat will begin to act more like Cat next chapter; she's just worried about Robbie right now :)
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