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Chapter 26 - 110 percent

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Start from Scratch

Chapter 26 – 110 Percent.

Tori's POV.

The corridor of the courthouse, looked a straight out of Law and Order. As I sit on the bench, watching Jade pace back and forth in front of me, I keep expecting to see Sam Waterston's, Jack McCoy come around the corner.

"Jade sit down, you're going to wear a grove in the floor if you keep pacing like that. Why don't you write in your journal?"

Other than a grunt, Jade ignored me and just kept pacing. I then looked down at her open journal next to me, which she had started to write, but stopped.

Journal of Jade's Haunted head.

Day 67

I hate fucking waiting...I hate it, I hate it , I hate it....almost as much as I hate him....

That's where Jade stopped and started to pace, some 2 hours ago.

Jade stopped pacing momentarily. "How long has it been Tori?"

I glanced at my phone, "2 hours and 13 minutes. Exactly 6 minutes after you asked me the last time."

With a dissatisfied huff, Jade resumed pacing.

If you're wondering why Jade is pacing, it's because we are waiting for the verdict in Beck's trial. The jury has been out for 2 hours and 13 minutes.

A lot has happened since that evening where we went out to eat at that Italian restaurant some 41 days ago. After that dinner in which a lot was said, I retreated back into my shell and sort of stayed there. It was comfortable in my shell. Jade however, worked as diligently as ever on her recovery.

We talked a bit more than we did before, but not all that much.

A few weeks later, something happened.

Flashback

It the day of the start of Beck's trial and opening arguments were scheduled to be heard. Jade had gotten up before me and was out of the shower before I even got up. I knew that was up early because she was planning on attending the trial.

I had come out of the bedroom, dressed for work and was about to head to the kitchen to eat breakfast when I saw Jade.

She was sitting on the couch, dressed in a woman's business suit, staring straight ahead. She looked visibly scared.

I sensed something was wrong and walked over. "What's wrong?"

"I'm scared. I'm scared to go. I have to face him. If I don't go, I'll move backwards. The D.A. said I don't have to attend if I really don't want to. But I have to go. I can't go backwards, ever." Said the Goth with a quivering voice.

It was then, that moment, watching an utterly terrified Jade gathering the courage to leave, that something hit me.

That Jade is giving every ounce of herself into making herself better and even more than that, confronting Beck when she didn't have too. I knew that before but seeing the anguish in her eyes, really hit home.

On the flip side, I also realized, that while Jade was giving 110% percent, I wasn't. I was barely helping myself let alone Jade. Sure, I cooked, cleaned and let her stay, but that was nothing. Here Jade is going to court and did I even consider taking the day off to go with her as support. No, I didn't. Actually, it never occurred to me.