Just a waitress (a jace Norman fanfic)

Chapter 40- we'll run away together

Christine's pov
"Scrub the stupid floor! Polish the stupid silver! Blah blah blah blah blah!" I quietly mimicked sanders as I got down on all fours and started to scrub the floor. I didn't have to tie my hair back anymore after I cut it a couple of minuets ago. It actually came out better than I thought it would. I was also kind of glad to have chores to do. Something to distract me from my run in with jace. So I just scrubbed the floor. I had about half of it done when I heard a knock on the door. I figured it was just a delivery man who would be getting paid extra to make the bold journey to this house to face the horrible and terrifying sand-monster. I laughed at my own joke as I stood u and brushed off and went to the door. But what I saw when I opened the door was not a bold delivery knight, but a bold and stupid actor who would be shredded into little pieces if he was discovered here by the sand-monster. "Jace?! What the hell are you doing here?!" I whisper shouted. "I came to see you. I want to talk." He said. "I already told you I have nothing to say." "Then don't say anything, just listen." I thought about it for a minuet. Then I nodded. "Fine. But not here." I grabbed his hand and dragged him to the apartment. "This is where you live?" He asked. "Yeah I like it better here." I lied. "Okay." He said staring at me clearly not buying it. "You can sit if you want." I said awkwardly. He sat on my bed. "You cut your hair." He said. "Yeah I wanted to do something different." "You've changed." "We all do." "No I mean you look terrible." He said staring at me. "Hey!" "I mean you don't look healthy. You are wearing a sweater in eighty degrees. You look a lot thinner. You look pale and tired. And you seem really determined to keep me from what's really going on." I really don't want to talk about this. "I don't know what your talking about. I'm uncomfortable, please leave." He stood up. "Not until you tell me what's going on." He started towards me. I backed away. "Leave me alone." I said backing into the wall. He came so close to me. "No." He grabbed my arm. I flinched in pain. He saw and rolled up my sleeve. Then my other. Shock and an awful look came over his face. "What the hell happened to you?!" He said staring. "Fine. You want to know what happened? I left because I didn't want to hurt you. I thought this would be a fresh start. But the minuet I got here mrs. Sanders started working me like a slave. And if I refuse she beats me. She freaking whipped me! She's evil! And I'm so thin because I never eat! This is hell and there's no way out!" His face looked so sad. I showed him the other marks. He then pulled me into a hug. It was comforting but seriously hurt. "You have to come back to la with me." He said. "No! I'm not going back there! I've been saving money and I'm going back to Maine. It should only be a few days now." "Then let me come with you." He looked into eyes. "I can't let you get hurt because of me." "I could get hit by a train tomorrow or I could fall of a ledge or die a million different ways and you being there doesn't make it any more or less your fault." Then before I knew it out lips were together. When we parted I started uncontrollably. He held me in his arms and tried to comfort me. I loved him for being there. We just laid on my bed in each other's arms. Not saying anything. Just being together. Soon though, I knew he had to leave. "They will be looking for you. You have to go." He sat up. "I don't want to!" He whined. I smiled. "Will you be okay?" He asked seriously. "I've loved this far. I'll see you around." He got up and went to the door. "I want to see you again." He said looking at me. "You will but not if you get caught here! See you around norman." He gave me a quick smile and kiss before leaving. I wished he wouldn't. I wished that we could run away together. I would probably have to sneak off again. If he knew I was leaving he never would have let me go alone. Then someone would recognize him I would get stopped. Little did I know, that would be the least of my problems. I remembered that I hadn't finished the floor in the house so I went to the house to finish it. I opened the door and turned to close it. I heard a smash and felt a hot pain on the back of my head. I looked down and saw a shattered wine glass at my feet. I then saw a furious mrs. Sanders across the room. More glasses in hand. "You little bitch! You will pay dearly for this!" I didn't understand. "What did I do?" I asked scared. "Oh I was just looking for a cookie when I found THIS!" She screamed shaking my money in her hand. "You were planning to leave me! You actually thought you could get away after I gave you everything!" Now I was angry. "Gave me? You took everything from me! You took my life and crushed it!" She then took out a lighter and destroyed my only hope. The money caught quickly and she let it fall to the floor. I fell to my knees as the money turned to nothing but ashes. "NO!" She then stormed over and pulled my up by my collar. "Let me make one thing very clear! You are never going anywhere! You will never get away and you will always be my slave! And if you try this again you will join Ann in the attic!" There's Ann again. Who the hell is she? "I hate you! I hope you burn in hell!" I screamed and she slapped me and shoved me to the ground. She then continued to kick me in the stomach. She beat me and cut me and whipped me until all I could see was my blood. Eventually she was tired of me and just walked away. Leaving me broken and bleeding. I crawled back up to my apartment and got my phone. I immediately called jace.

Jaces pov
I have to help Christine. Even if I have to help her run away. I realized that I had cheated on Isabella, but o don't love her. I never did. Christine is the only one I could truly love. Which is why o have to save her. I worked the rest of the day but mind was never far from her. At the end of the day I broke up with Isabella. She didn't understand and I can't expect her to. That night I was on my phone when it rang. It was Christine. I immediately answered.

Convo
J Christine? Are you alright?
C no! I am not alright! She found everything! She found all the money and she burned it and now I'm stuck here forever!
J I'm coming over
C no! You can't come over she might see you!
J i don't care I'm coming
C no please!
End of convo
I hung up. I have to get to her. I went back to her house and snuck up to her apartment. I saw her sitting on her bed crying. I tapped in her window and she jumped up. She came over and opened the window hiding her face. "What happened." I tried I look at her. "Nothing. I'm fine." I grabbed her chin and lifted her face. She was bleeding bad and I saw the rest of her was bruised and broken. "Oh my god Christine!" I pulled her to the bathroom while she cried. I cleaned her wounds and found a first aid kit and bandaged her. She looked so terrible. I was furious at that awful woman who would do this to Christine! I laid on her bed stroking her hair. "I'll never get away now." She said crying. "You will. Because I'm taking you away. We'll go to Maine wherever you want I'll take you." She looked up. "Really?" She almost whispered. "Really. We leave tomorrow night. Meet me at the diner at six o'clock." She smiled at me. "Thank you. I love you. I just want to run away with you." She said. I kissed her. "We will get away. I promise we'll get away." She fell asleep in my arms. Even broken she looked so beautiful. I shod never have let her come here in the first place. None of this would have happened if I had just talked to her rather than get angry. But what's done is done. Now we just have to get out of here.