Working With The Rockstar - JH

Chapter 96

Jaden pov

It's been nine days since Liza died. That's nine days I've spent locked away in her house. Every time I fall asleep, or close my eyes long enough, I see the same scene play out.

"Jaden, please." She cried in pain.

I can hear her voice, but I don't know where she is. She's here somewhere, but I don't know where.

"Liza!" I shout, trying to find her, frantically opening doors to try and find her.

"Just listen to me. It's not like that, I promise." She screamed, followed by a pain stricken cry.

I can feel my breathing getting quicker as I've opened every door on the bottom floor. I know she's in pain and I know she's scared, but I can't find her. I'm the only one that can save her, but she's no where to be seen.

I've opened every door on the top floor except one. It's got a keyhole in it. I try the handle but it doesn't move. I bend down to look through the keyhole to see what's inside. The room is dimly lit, a burnt out lightbulb being the only light source in there. It was hard to see but I knew she was in there.

"I'm begging you to stop." She cried. I can see a faint outline of her body if I strained my eyes hard enough.

I can see she's weak. She's laying on the floor and she's struggling to lift herself up. I can tell she's hurt, and I need to help her from whoever is in there with her, but I just can't get through.

I scramble to stand up properly and start bashing my shoulder into the door. On the other side, I could hear her cries get louder as whoever was on the other side started laughing.

All of a sudden, her crying stopped. Everything had fallen silent. I could feel the tears fall down my face as I started hitting my shoulder harder against the door. I could tell that it wasn't just a lock keeping this door shut. From the sound of it, there was also a deadbolt on the door as well. Whoever is in there clearly didn't want anyone disturbing them.

I let out a cry of relief when the door finally broke through. I waded my way through all the wood and splinters until I was on stable ground. I made my way to the wall I saw her against.

"Liza? Baby, come on. It's me. Wake up baby. You're safe now." I tried to gain her attention. Her head was buried between her knees and her arms were protecting her from an attack.

"Get away from me." She screamed, pushing me off of her, making my back hit the wall opposite her.

"Baby I-"

"I am not your fucking baby."

Suddenly I realised why she was scared. When I looked up, I saw a different version of me standing over her. There was blood on my face. Her blood, on my face. I was holding a crowbar that was also covered in blood.

"You thought it was okay to cheat on me."

As I blinked, my body switched. I was no longer in the corner of the room, watching what the other me was doing. I was the other me. I watched as she cowered away from me.

"I thought we loved each other." I heard my voice chime through. I didn't say it, but it was my voice. "And you cheated. You can't get away with that."

I felt my hand raising. It was heavy. When my eyes looked over, I was raising the hand with the crowbar. As much as I tried to stop it, it was no use. One swing to her head and it'll kill her.

History always repeats itself.

I was going to kill my girlfriend.

I forced my eyes shut as I felt my hand coming down. I flinched as I felt the crowbar lodge into her temple. She was surely dead after that.

I felt my throat burning as I threw up at the thought of what I had done. It wasn't me, but it was. It was my face, it was my body, but I was trapped.

I saw her body lying there. She wasn't breathing, and I could feel the cold coming off her. The only sound I could make were cries of disgust as I thought about what I did.

"I'm sorry baby." I cried as I gripped onto her shirt.

"It should be you lying in that hospital bed, not my fucking sister."

"Jesus fucking Christ Jaden." Someone shouted as they pulled me out of the water.

NO!

"What the fuck?"

"What the fuck me? What the fuck you? Why were you trying to fucking drown yourself?" Landon shouted as he pulled the plug in her bath.

"I-"

"No. You fucking promised me I wouldn't lose you too. Your fucking clothes are soaked. You need to fucking pull yourself together." He shouted as he dragged me up and out of the tub.

"Pull myself together? She died because of me. You think that shit is easy to deal with? The love of my life is dead-"

"She was the fucking love of my life as well." He shouted, the veins in his neck strained. "I was never myself. I was made up of two fucking halves and they are both dead. You're not the only one who lost someone they needed last week. You think I don't know how this feels?"

"You might be fucking right. But I'm the only one who lost a child I didn't even know I had. Not only did I lose Liza, but I was about six months away from having something that could have reminded me of her forever. I lost everything because I didn't wanna fucking listen to her.

So no. You don't know it fucking feels. Because you weren't the one that fucking killed her. I did. She's dead because of me and she's not fucking coming back." I shouted, not being able to control what I was doing or saying anymore.

"She was pregnant?"

"Yes. She was fucking pregnant. You can't tell me how that feels, because not only did I lose the love of my life, I lost the mother of my child and the child itself. No one else. Call me selfish, but I lost the fucking most that night. Not you. Not Finn. Not Travis. Not Colson. Me." I listed before walking out.