That Girl

Chapter 47

                        *Jackson's POV*

I didn't want to get up. I didn't want to see anyone. I just wanted to be alone. She was over there having fun with her fiancé and probably talking about the baby, like what they're gonna name it or whether its going to be a boy or a girl. She probably isn't even thinking about me. I stayed up all night thinking about it all; my feelings for her, her so-called 'feelings for me', her relationship with Ken, us, the baby. All of it. It only ended up digging me deeper into my pit of depression that had built up even worse than before we met. I went to the bathroom and started a bath, then went to the sink. I stared at myself in the mirror blankly, thinking about how stupid I was for thinking she still loved me like back them when we were young. She'd forgot about me, she didn't come back to see me, she didn't care. I got so beat up about it that I punched the glass and cut my knuckles, but I knew no one would hear it because everyone was too busy greeting them after getting back from the airport. I pulled out my anti-depressant meds (zolaf) and down a few before getting into the tub in my boxers. I at least wanted to be decent.

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                          *Ari's POV*

I gasped and let out a loud sob, putting an arm over my stomach. He was laying in the bathtub, pasted out, and the water was running. The water wasn't overflowed so I knew it hadn't been long since he'd gotten in. I saw the pills in the sink and I realized what they were, Zolaf, my sister took it when I lived with them and I had no idea if she still took it. His head was under the water so I pulled him out, dragging him out of the tub and turning the water off. I scrambled back to him, willing the hair out of his face and checking his breath. Barely breathing. I preformed CPR on him. Checked his pulse, still alive. Continued CPR. He coughed up water but was still comatose. I ran to the kitchen and grabbed baking soda and milk, pouring it into a glass. Good thing I watched a lot of criminal mind and police showed cause I learned how to help someone who tried to O.D. by getting them to drink the mixture which would cause them to throw up and take the bad substance out of their stomachs. I rushed back. Made him drink it. He started puking and puking and finally he stopped. Still passed out. I called for an ambulance and that was it. I blacked out on the way to the hospital in the ambulance. That was a lot of stress on a pregnant woman..

                      *Jackson's POV*

I stood in the middle of a fencing court. It was completely empty except me, and a young girl standing on the opposite side. I furrowed my eyebrows and narrowed my eyes, trying to get a better look. She disappeared before I could get a good look, "Jackson." I heard a little girls voice behind me, and I turned around to see a little girl my height. She wore a dress with a belt around the waist, and her dark brown hair up on a bow, "G-Grace!" She smiled at me with her crooked teeth, "You remembered!" She giggled at me, "So what took you so long?" She asked looking around, "Sorry, I had to listen to my dad nag me on my last play. I finally got him to let me come back down here. Told him I wanted to practice." I felt my cheeks heat up and I looked at the ground embarrassed. "It's ok! You just owe me more ice cream now!" She giggled skipping towards the double doors leading out to the lobby, "W-Wait!" I grabbed her hand and she flinched, causing me to let go instantly, "S-Sorry," she apologize, "What is it?" She asked rubbing where I'd grabbed her. I paused, "Are you abused.." I whispered, taking her hand into mine. She looked to the floor, she was only 9... I frowned, "That isn't right." "I don't tell momma because my step momma said if I did then she'd tell the court that I'm crazy." She said quietly, "Crazy?" I repeated the last word as a question, "I have friends only I can see, hear, and talk to. She says I'm crazy, but I'm not! I swear! That one of the things she makes fun of me for.." She started crying and I hugged her tightly, "You're not crazy.." I whispered trying to comfort her. "You don't think so?" She sniffled looking up at me, "Of course not." She smiled a little, showing off all of her gaps and any teeth, "You're the first person that's said that." She looked over joyed at my words, causing me to smile, but only for a little while. The ground started to shake and she panicked, "Jackson?!" The entire building started shaking and I grabbed her up and ran. I ran till I was stopped by the huge crowd invading the lobby. I held her against my chest, her face buried in my neck, as I tried to maneuver my way through all of the people. I heard tons of yelling and screams and panicked cries, then I heard one distinct scream, "Jackson." It wasn't one heard from my parents. It was Grace. She'd disappeared from my arms and was on the ground under a bunch of rubble, I ran towards her, but I was rendered by an extremely sharp pain in the back of my head and pitch darkness.

It was still dark but I heard this constant belong noise that was loud as fuck, and just as annoying. I tried moving my body, but nothing happened, luckily I could move my eyelids. Down side, the light when I opened my eyes was a bright as the fire in Satan's deepest pits. I shut my eyes back tightly, in pain from the sudden light, then blinked, getting adjusted to it. I looked around to see that I was in a hospital room with a raging head ache. Probably from those damn lights. I inhaled deepily and tried twitching my arm. Functional, but it earned a gasp, "Oh my god.." I looked to see Ariel standing over me instantly. "Holy shit. He's awake oh my god... I've prayed for so long you don't even understand.." I felt her arms around me but her stomach took up most of the distance. 'Wait..' "How long.." My throat was scratchy and I coughed hard, "Dear god, its like I drank 10 pounds of sand paper. Holy fuck." I grabbed the water pitcher and chugged till I felt my throat ease down and then I continued with my question, "How fucking long was I out?" I asked, looking at how big her stomach had gotten. "Um.. 5 months.." She whispered staring off into a corner. I looked down at her hands, they were shaking slightly, then I noticed her wrist. "Ariel.." I said, my voice tinged with warning as I pulled up her wrist into my line of sight. She'd started again. "I leave you alone for 5 goddamn months.." I whispered. I looked to see there wasn't any one else in the room, then I pulled her in and kissed her long and hard. I kissed her till I thought our lips were going to fall off. Finally we stopped, breathing heavily, "Please don't ever do that again." I pulled her sleeve down and kissed her wrist softly. "You missed my birthday, Halloween, Christmas, new years.." She looked down, tearing up. I frowned, "I'm so sorry.." "It's all my fault.." I looked at her, "No it's not.." "Yes it is if only I'd told you that I had came back the next day. I did, but that goddamn earthquake.." She balled up her fist and stood up angrily. "When I was asleep.. I remembered.." I whispered, causing her to turn towards me, "You did?" "Yea.. I remember trying to get away but I somehow dropped you and when I tried to go back I got hit in the head." I answered, rubbing the back of my head, "So it gave me temporary memory loss." "I know.." She signed. I looked her over, it'd been 5 months. Her hair was now past her shoulders and it was dark brown with pastel pink ends. She wore a plain black long sleeve sweater, and some dark gray sweat pants with black tennis shoes. She wore her hair in a high ponytail and her glasses without a single trace of makeup on her beautiful face. She was even stunning in just her most causal moments. I sighed, "Its been 5 months and your even more gorgeous than when I last saw you. You just keep getting prettier and prettier."

                         *Ariel's POV*

I stared at him in shock, "You're going to give me diabetes if you keep being so goddamn sweet." I whispered, scoffing at his compliment as I turned to the window, "I love you.." He whispered. I choked, I was still engaged to Ken and for all he knew the baby is his, "I love you too.." I whispered/sighed. I meant it, I loved that manore than I could ever scream and I swear he will one day be the death of me.