Working With The Rockstar - JH

Chapter 29

Jaden pov

"What else did Liza say to you that night?" Landon asked, bursting into my bedroom.

"Dude. What the fuck?" I breathed out, slightly annoyed because he scared the crap out of me and woke me up.

"It's been a fucking week since she's been gone and I wanna know what she said to you. I thought I could deal with the notion of not knowing, but my instinct to want to protect her is more than that. So spill." He demanded, sitting down on the chair at my desk.

"Mhm." I mumbled, practically on the verge of falling asleep.

"Jaden!" He shouted, making me jump up again.

"Fucking hell. Give me a minute." I groaned, getting up out of the bed and stumbling to the bathroom.

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"Chill out on all the questions. It's fucking six in the morning why are you even awake?" I groaned, resting my head on the counter.

"Jaden. This is fucking serious." He gritted.

"Yeah, yeah. I know it is. But you woke me up so I'm sorry if seem a little bit disassociated." I shot back sarcastically.

"We'll I'm sorry that my caring about my best friend disrupts his majesty's sleep schedule. I'll make sure I worry about her being raped sometime in the afternoon. Would that work better for you?" He replied in the same sarcastic tone.

"Alright. What do you want to know?" I asked, sitting up on the counter. She asked you not to.

"What did she say to you when I left? I know she said something to you and I need to know what it is." He answered.

"She just told me how she didn't want to talk about it or think about it. She said how the drugs only half worked, so she wasn't really in control of her physical state but she was fully aware of what was going on. She then had a little breakdown half way through and that was pretty much it. All she said to me that was questionable was that she told me I should've just left him so I wouldn't have gotten all these." I half lied, pointing to some of the cuts that were still on my face.

"Is that really all she said?" No.

"Yeah."

"It's just, something isn't adding up. Have you spoken to her at all since then? She isn't answering any of my calls or my texts and every time I go there she either tells me to fuck off or Finn will ask me to leave once Liza has actually had enough." He rambled.

"As hard as it might be, I think you just have to let her deal with it the way she wants to. Maybe she's trying to keep it low down is because she doesn't want you to see her as a rape victim. She probably just wants you to see her as your best friend." I offered.

"Yeah, but she's like my little sister man. Like if that was Bama in that situation, I'd be demanding that she told me everything she was aware of. It's just because Liza is being closed off that I haven't got anywhere with her." I could feel that his anger was slowly growing towards the fact that Liza isn't talking to him.

"Maybe she isn't talking to you because she knows that's how you'll react. Think about it this way, she's already dealing with so much to do with social media. She's got her parents life being blasted onto the internet with false information by my psycho of an ex girlfriend. And you know people were recording at that party when the door broke down.

It's easy to see she was in the video and I even shouted to you her name and heavily implied what happened. I really don't think that it's wise you add any extra pressure to her mind by going in all guns blazing and demanding every answer under the sun and moon." I explained to him, trying to put into perspective.

"Well when you put it like that it makes sense. But everyone is demanding answered from me. My dad thinks that I know exactly what happened. Colson is demanding that I bring Lizzie back to the studio and it's just annoying that she's not talking to me one bit. If I could just tell them a small sliver of something they'd leave me alone for a bit." You could tel in his voice that he was genuinely exhausted by all of it. You can't tell him.

"Where do they think you are right now?" I asked.

"Liza's." He answered.

"Look, go back and say to them that you saw Liza and you spoke to her. All you need to say is that she's still a little shaken up by what happened but she's fine and just wants to stay home for a bit." I shrugged. Lying is like a second nature by this point.

"You really think that'll work?"

"I do. And if you want, I can go by Liza's later today and see if she'll talk to me about it. I know I don't really know her that much, but maybe she doesn't want to add any extra pressure onto you. Or maybe she just doesn't want you looking at her differently." I offered.

"You really think she'll talk to you over me?" He asked. I couldn't tell if it was annoyance on his tongue or curiousness.

"No. I don't think she is going to. But it's worth a shot in case she does. Maybe I'm right and she just doesn't want to talk to you about it. Maybe I'm wrong and she just needs time to process. But neither of us are gonna know until I go over there and try to talk to her." I half shrugged.

"Yeah. I guess you're right." He answered.

"So we're sorted? Can I go back to bed now? Excellent." I cheered, not waiting for his response and making my way to the stairs.

"No. You can go and talk to Liza while I go home." He laughed as I groaned and turned around.

"Dickhead." I grumbled as I walked past him, picking up my keys and driving off.