Chapter 23

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Tears still stream down my face as I lay back and rest my head against the cold tile.

My vision begins to blur and my head becomes foggy.

No more pain, no more pain.

There's a pounding on the door and the one voice I would not expect to be heard sounds.

"Jacey?! Jacey open the door!" Hunter shouts through the door.

The pounding of the door dies down because I begin to lose consciousness.

I smile to myself, and right as I completely black out, I hear the door burst open and my mothers screams along with...Bobbie's?

I can't hear anything around me, the only thing I can now focus on is the bright light coming my way.

The light of death.

Hunter's POV.

"Hello?" I answer my cell phone while massaging my temples. All of the ally requests are starting to irritate me.

"Hunter?" Mr. DeGrasa asks sounding panicked. My ears perk up and I remove my hand from my forehead.

"Yeah, this is him," I confirm.

"It's Jacey, she flipped out and I need to talk to you ASAP," he rushes.

That's all I hear before I end the call and round up everybody.

I don't explain everything to them as we head to Jacey's house.

As much as I hate to admit it, I feel guilty for pouring all of that shit on Jacey last night. It was a lot to take in and I fucked up with that.

"Don't ask questions when we get inside. I'm not sure what he wants to talk about exactly, but I don't need any of you imbeciles to butt in," I demand and we all walk towards the front door.

I knock politely on the door and Mrs. DeGrasa opens the door with a tissure pressed to her nose.

What the hell?

"Hello, Hunter," she manages to smile.

I smile slightly back and bow my head.

Mr. DeGrasa shows up behind his wife and gestures for us to come.

We walk into the living room and I wait for him to say something, anything.

"Like I said, Jacey found out and flipped out," he nods.

"Where is she?" I ask, I sense an off feeling and I'm wondering if it has something to do with Jacey.

"She's in her room," he nods his head.

"Nixon, stay down here and listen to what he has to say. I'm going to go check on Jacey."

Nixon nods of course and I excuse myself, walking upstairs.

As I get closer to her room I start to get a nervous feeling in my stomach that usually indicates something bad.

"Jacey?" I call out and peak into her room. She's not on her bed, I notice the door to her ensuite is closed and I slowly walk towards the door.

I place my ear against the wood and try to listen for any movement.

I hear very shallow breaths coming from her mouth and my heart rate picks up.

I jiggle the door handle before realizing she locked it.

"Jacey?" I call out, pounding on the door with my fist.

"What's going on?" Nixon asks, everyone piling into the room.

"She's in there," I answer briefly. "Jacey?! Jacey open up!"

I yell and pound harder on the door.

We're running out of time.

"What are you doing?" Mrs. DeGrasa asks as I back up and square with the door.

"I'm breaking down the door," I clench my jaw and with one hard throw with my shoulder, the doors hinges crack enough for me to push it open.

I take notice of Jacey laying on the ground, her wrist bleeding out on to the floor, her face pale and deathly looking.

I feel bile rise in my throat at the sight and kneel down next to her.

Bobbie and Mrs. DeGrasa both scream in terror at the sight before them.

To me it looks like she's dead, her eyes are wide open with no life whatsoever and her hands are cold when I touch them.

Shit. Fucking shit. This can't be happening.

"Call an ambulance!" I shout to them and they hurry to look for the phone which they should've done right away, although shock can be a pretty important factor in that.

"Oh Jacey," I whisper and lift her head from the ground, checking for a pulse in her neck.

I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding when there is a very, very faint heart beat.

Not a minute later ambulances arrive and rush up to Jacey, hooking IV's and oxygen up to her as they wheel her to the truck.

Jacey's mom sits in the back with her while her husband drives himself to the hospital.

"Get in the car," I instruct sternly. Everyone moves slowly to the SUV, all saddened by what just happened.

I turn around and Bobbie stands before me with tears and hiccups spewing out of her eyes.

My face softens slightly at my little sister and I wrap her in my arms as she cries.

Why would Jacey do this? I understand that her parents lied to her, but don't all parents? I know my dad did, about almost everything.

"She thought we weren't actually her friends," Bobbie suddenly says and looks at me with ready eyes.

"Who told you that?" I furrow my eyebrows.

"Her mom. She said that Jacey was acting off all day, and when dinner came she snapped. She said Jacey has never acted that way before. She kept saying how she was embarrassed because everyone-"

"Shh," I rub her back soothingly.

I don't like to admit it, but even I feel my heart break just slightly for Jacey.

If I even have a heart that is.

Jacey's POV.

My head pounds, my body feels stiff and my nose is burning.

There's an annoying beeping sound somewhere in this room I'm in and it's annoying as hell.

I groan slightly and try to open my eyes, but it's to bright in here.

"Sweetie," I hear my moms sweet voice say close by.

I finally open my eyes and it takes a moment to adjust to the white light, I blink a few times until their adjusted and then look over to my left where my mom is sitting with a tissue pressed to her face.

Where am I?

I look around the room and notice that it's a hospital room, and that annoying beeping sound is coming from the heart rate monitor.

I try to ask my mom why exactly I'm hear when my voice feels way to dry.

"I'm going to go get the nurse and fetch your dad," she smiles tightly and leaves the room, letting me go over my thoughts.

Why is it so hard for me to remember?

I try moving my wrist and suddenly feel a burning sensation erupt making me wince.

Slowly I look down to where the pain is and see some kind of tape covering whatever it is that's causing me pain.

Oh my god.

"Hello," a voice enters the room. "I'm Doctor Farrah and I've been taking care of you while your been here."

My dad walks in behind my mom, refusing to meet eye contact.

He looks slightly older for some reason, he has a stubble across his jaw line and heavy bags under his eyes.

He's wearing clothes that look like they haven't been washed in days, maybe even weeks.

How long have I been here?

"Here's some water and I'm going to have to ask you some questions," she smiles sweetly at me and I take the cup from her hands.

The water rushes down my throat soothingly and I sigh in content.

"Alright, on to the first question, do you remember what happened to bring you here?" She asks.

I gulp nervously and now. "Yes."

"Good, were you on any drugs before the incident?"

Who do they think I am?

"No," I shake my head, twiddling with my thumbs.

"We're you depressed?"

"No," I answer. I mean I don't suffer from depression or anything, I don't think.

"Alright," she nods and bites her lip. "Everything looks good. Your cut is healing good and your heart has been running on its own for a couple days now. You'll be ready for discharge tomorrow morning."

Whoa, couple days?

"Wait, how long have I been here?" I ask nervously.

"About six days," she informs me and smiles one last time before exiting the room and tension quickly fills the space she left.

I watch as my mom looks at me and my dad has his head in his hands.

"Why? Why would you do this to yourself, Jacey?" He mumbles with a broken voice. "Why would you do this to us?"

He looks up at me with tiresome eyes and a frown.

Tears well in my eyes and I try hard to blink them away.

"I didn't want anymore pain," I admit.

The whole reason for trying to kill myself was because of the pain I've caused and received.

I was being rash and irresponsible, but at the time I felt trapped and needed a way out.

"I've only wanted what was best for you. Yes, I paid your friends to keep an eye on you, but it's because I know how dangerous this business is and I couldn't live with myself if something ever happened to you," he explains.

"Then why not just tell me, huh? It would've been easier on all of us. They wouldn't of had to pretend to be my friends and I would know exactly why we had to move so much," I respond weakly. I'm already getting tired and I just woke up.

"You need your rest, we'll see you tomorrow morning when we take you home," my mom smile weakly and kisses my head while walking out with my dad who doesn't even spare a glance in my direction.

I sigh and throw my head back against the pillow.

As much as I would love to stay up and hate myself even more for what happened, sleep wins and I find myself slipping into unconsciousness.

The last thought on my mind before I fade into oblivion is how none of my 'friends' even came to see me.

•••

"Here's her medication and the instruction are on the tube," the doctor goes over the procedure one more time. "It was nice meeting you, Jacey. Hope you feel better soon."

I thank her and smile, a closes lip smile and walk next to my mom towards the elevator.

I don't pay much attention to the tension that fills the confined space, but I know it's there.

"Would you like something to eat. We can go to Zoup or Panera for some soup if you'd like," my mom suggests and walks us out towards our car where I get in the back seat.

"Panera is fine," I say and lean my head against the cold window.

What would it have been like if I never found out about my dads secret business? Or my friends actually being my bodyguards?

For some reason I have a feeling that if I didn't find out when I did, I probably never would've.
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