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Chapter 3 - Brick Wall

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Start from scratch

Chapter 3 – Brick wall.

This chapter will be a bit intense, possible trigger warnings.

No one's POV.

After a few minutes in her room, Tori came out in sweats. Then she washed her hands and wordlessly started dinner. Knowing her help wasn't wanted, Jade put her phone on vibrate and turned on the TV.

There was nothing really on and Jade ended up watching the mindless Wheel of Fortune. She hated the show, but it served as distraction from the banging of pots in the kitchen and her incessantly buzzing phone.

After about a half hour, Jade heard Tori call out. "Dinners ready."

Walking into the kitchen, Jade could see the small table was set for two, with spaghetti and salad dinner on the table.

Not knowing what to say, Jade sat down, served herself and began to eat. Despite her icy demeanor, Jade found Tori's cooking to be rather good.

After a few minutes of awkward silence, Jade said.

"Thank you. It's very good."

Tori who had been looking only at her plate, raised her head and nodded. "Welcome."

Jade felt the need to say something else, anything. "So, how's Trina?"

"Fine." An annoyed looking Tori, said quickly.

Jade just lowered her head and resumed eating. After a few minutes, more Jade became aware of the distant buzzing of her phone for about the 20th time this evening. Already frustrated by Tori's icy demeanor, Jade didn't deal with Beck's calls.

So abruptly she got up and walked over to phone where she could see it was Beck. Jade quickly answered.

"Beck, I'm alive. I'm not coming back. FUCK YOU!"

Jade then hung up the phone, turned it off and returned to dinner. "Tori, you see, I'm not going back."

Tori, swallowed a bite of salad. "You will."

Feeling like she was getting nowhere, and not having much more an appetite, Jade finished what was on her plate, and put it in the dishwasher.

That done, Jade went back into the living room and lay down on the couch. She could hear Tori finish her dinner, and cleanup, which took several minutes. Coming out of the kitchen, Tori looked at her and said in a weary voice.

"I'll be watching TV in my room."

Tori only came out of her room once for the rest of the night and that was to wash up and brush her teeth before bed. She said nothing to Jade, who was watching the 1971 Spanish Horror film, "Tombs of the blind dead."

A little later, the lights were off and as they both drifted near sleep, both women oddly were thinking of the very same thing. How this all started.

4 years ago.

It was just after the first month of their senior year at Hollywood arts, when Tori saw it. It was a small bruise on Jade's upper left forearm. That day, Jade had worn her leather jacket all day and had briefly taken it off while at her locker.

Tori, who was standing nearby and happened to see it, walked over. "Something happen Jade?"

Jade instantly scowled. "None of your beeswax Vega! What are you, my mother?"