Chapter 31

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Jaden pov

"Liza?" I questioned, looking around the room and not seeing her at first.

I was met with another sob as I walked in further. I was confused as to where she could be until I saw her bawled up in the corner of the room with her head between her knees. I walked over to her slowly and carefully crouched down in front of her.

She had a harsh grip on her hair, so much to the point that her knuckles were turning white. I lightly tapped on her knee to get her attention, my voice clearly not getting through to her. She slowly started to peak her head out of the safety of her knees, but kept eye contact with the floor. It was as soon as she lifted her face fully that I saw some of the extent of what was going through her head.

Her eyes held a world of pain behind them and just underneath you could see how there was clearly minimal sleep, if any at all. All colour in her skin was gone and her cheeks were hollow. It was evident she had hardly eaten, and judging by the dryness of her lips, she hasn't had much to drink either. Come to think of it, her sobs sound hoarse and painful too, further implying she hasn't drank anything.

I stood up and held my hands out for her to grab ahold. She did as I expected her to, and reached her hands to connect with mine. What I didn't expect for her to do was fly up and wrap her arms around me, crying into my chest.

"Oh Liza." I whispered as I rested my hand on the small of her back.

We were stood there for the best part of ten minutes before she stopped crying. She kept sniffling but had stopped crying. Every now and then she'd hold onto me a little tighter, but she didn't talk once.

"Liza." I trailed off, trying to grab her attention.

"I can't do it." She whispered, not taking her head out of my chest.

"Do what?" I asked softly.

"Every time I shut my eyes. I can see it. I can feel it a-and I can't. I can't keep doing it." She answered, gripping my shirt tighter.

"Liza, how much sleep have you gotten?" I asked her, looking over her face.

"Seven hours." She could tell by the look I gave her that I wasn't buying what she told me. "Over the course of the week." She continued making me sigh deeply.

I nodded and pulled away from her, walking into the bathroom. I walked over to the bath and started filling up the tub, making sure the water wasn't too hot, but also wasn't freezing cold.

"W-what are you doing?" She stuttered, following me into the bathroom. Shit, don't make her uncomfortable.

"You are going to have a bath and wash your hair because you smell like a mental breakdown." I answered. "While I go and make you food you can eat before you go back to sleep." I continued. I could see she physically eased when I said I had something else to do.

"You don't have to do that." She stated softly.

"I also didn't have to come here. But I did because I wanted to. And with that, I'm gonna leave you so you can do that." I replied, turning the water off and leaving her alone.

I quickly walked around her room, collecting all the old plates so the food smell would die down. There were like a million and one paper balls all over her floor. Any kind of writer could tell she's having a block. Either that, or she's written something she's not proud of whatsoever.

I picked them all up and flattened them out. It's not my place to decide if this is truly trash or if it's something she could salvage. If Liza is anything like any other writer out there, she'll still want to keep her scraps. I started stacking up the old sheets of paper in a semi neat pile on her desk. One of the sheets in particular stuck out because of the date.

Monday March 23rd.

My eyes widened as I recalled the date. March 23rd. The exact date it was one week ago today. Out of genuine curiosity I started to read some of the lines she had written.

Begging and screaming "please stop I can't take it I mean it."
But he keep on going, panic overflowing, tears is flowing.
Man I barely even know him, why do he feel like I owe him?
Any part of me at all, he took that shit as if he fucking owned it.

A part of me needed to stop reading. But a second part of me needed to keep on reading to see some kind of insight into what she's dealing with.

Front seat of his suv, we drunk and he on top of me,
It start to hurt so fucking bad so I'm like "hold up - get off please"
But he say I ain't running till he cumming imma take the D
And now I'm fucking crying, I can't take it, he ain't listening.
But fuck it - y'all don't get it, y'all could never fucking understand
How it feel to be a woman stuck under a fucking man
Crying and you fighting, you can't even move his fucking hands.

I could feel my stomach turn as I forced myself to stop reading. I quickly put it down and walked away from the desk. To distract myself, I stripped her bed and after five minutes I found the replacements. I was halfway through with changing the sheets when the lock clicked.

I didn't look up, not wanting to make her feel uncomfortable, but I could see her walk past in a towel out of the corner of my eye. I finished doing up her bed and went out to the little kitchen area to get the toast and water I had made for her earlier. Walking back into her room, I could see her laying on the bed, curled up in a little ball, wearing a hoodie Landon had stolen from me and a pair of sweatpants.

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