Falling Apart

Chapter Eighteen

Jack G's POV

Today is Thursday and mine and Alyssa's date is tomorrow. I am so happy that she finally gave me a chance to take her out. I have the perfect date set up just for her.

Tori's POV

The door to the bedroom slams shut and I jump. I look to see Jack J and he looks drunk. Well, more like wasted.

"Jack, where were you?" I ask him.

"It doesn't matter where I was," he tells me, coming closer. His hands are balled up into fists at his sides.

"Yes it does." I find my confident voice but that was a big mistake.

He reaches his hand back and slaps me. And again. And again. Then he kicks me in the leg, making me fall to the ground.

"Night night," he says as he continues to beat on me like a punching bag before I black out.

Alyssa's POV

Jack J walks in the house, drunk, and stumbles upstairs. How did he wen get home?

It's been five minutes, and because Jack is angry when he is drunk, I decided to check on him and Tori. Obviously they are going to be in their bedroom.

I take Taylor with me upstairs and knock on their door. No answer. I knock again. Still no answer. I open the door, hopeful that they won't mind, to a tragic scene right before my very own eyes.

I see Jack J kicking Tori even though she looks unconscious.

"Jack!" I scream and he stops, looking at me. "Why are you doing?!"

"She was annoying," was all he said before leaving the room.

I hurry into the room, Taylor in my arms still, and squat down next to Tori. She's still breathing.

I look around the room for a phone, any, and I spot Tori's on the bed. I pick it up and press Emergency Call.

I type in 911 and press call.

"911, what is your emergency?"

"My friends been abused. Bad," I tell the operator.

"Address?"

"2796 Nickel Street," I answer.

"We'll be there as soon as we can." I thank her and hang up.

While I wait for the ambulance to come for my abused friend, I call Ashton's name.

"What do you-" he stops speaking when he sees Tori laying on the cold, hard ground. "What happened?"

"Jack was drink and beat her. The ambulance are on their way. Can you watch Quincy and Taylor while I am at the hospital with her?"

"Can the other three watch them?" He asks. "I want to go with." I nod and give him Taylor.

"Tell them she will go to sleep soon and Quincy is asleep," I say and he nods, leaving the room.

Soon the ambulance shows up and they take her out of the house in a stretcher.

The man, they younger one, said I couldn't ride with her because I am not family.

I was about I go off on him, but Ashton was right next to me, calming me down.

Me and Ashton drove, to the hospital, me driving my car while he rode along.

When we reach the destination, we hurry inside free the paramedics with Tori. They take her to a room and tell us that we need to wait in the waiting area.

"I am not waiting in there when my best friend just for abused by her boyfriend!" I scream at the older one of the two men.

"Ma'am, I am not going to tell you again-"

"Oh, you-"

"Come on Alyssa," Ashton interrupts, taking my arm in his big, warm hand. "Let them do their jobs."

I calm down a little and follow Ashton to the waiting area.

As I look for two empty seats for the two of us, I notice different kinda I people. Their appearances are completely different from each other's. Men and women. Boys and girls. Dark skinned and light skinned. People crying and people calm. People confused and people completely sure.

You see, this is what I hate about hospitals. I hate seeing so many people cry. I hate seeing so many people having to come to the hospital because of something or someone.

In the back, I spot two seats, empty, next to an old couple. I smile, wanting to have somebody be with me until an old age.

Taking me by surprise, Ashton grabs my hand in his, sending chills down my spine, the good kind. I interlock our fingers and lead him to the seats next to the elderly couple.

"You guys make the cutest couple," says they lady, making me blush but Ashton does something different.

"We aren't like that," Ashton tells the lady.

For some reason, when he said those four words, I felt very sad. My stomach turned upside down.

I don't even like Ashton in the gooey way. So why a modeling like this then?