You've Got It Made - Tay Jardine Fanfiction

Chapter Sixteen

I guess this is just a wee filler. Haven't written from Vic's POV for a while.

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Vic’s POV:

“Hey, Vic-” Jenna started as she walked into the lounge. I nodded slightly in response, not turning my head away from the TV screen. “-Do you wanna go to the movies or something? It doesn’t matter what we watch; we’ll just watch whatever is starting around the time we get there. You know, like we used to?”

“No.” I replied. To be honest, I’d done nothing but constantly do things. I’d finally had the chance to sit down and just relax for a moment and I didn’t want it to end.

“Oh come on Vic.” Jenna sighed and came to sit next to me. “It’ll be fun.”

“I’m having fun watching this.” I pointed at the TV screen and shifted in my seat so I was comfier.

“You don’t even know what it is.” She stated, not moving her glance from me.

“That’s what makes it so enjoyable.” Another loud sigh from Jenna.

“Please Vic. I thought it’d be a good idea. We can watch something new and you never know, maybe it’d help you remember-”

“I don’t want to remember.” I mumbled.

“Don’t be silly.”

“Well I do want to remember eventually. But right now I just want to sit in this spot and watch this on TV.” We fell into a moments silence and I genuinely thought she was gonna give in and let me do what I wanted for once, not what she wanted.

“Vic, please.” She said as she took hold of my hand. I moved my gaze to look at our hands and pulled mine away, resting it on my knee. This caused her to sigh again.

“You got a breathing problem or something?” I said with an audible hint of spite in my voice.

“Excuse me?”

“Well you seem to be sighing an awful lot tonight, Jenna.” She completely blanked me and stood up, walking into the kitchen. I watched her as she walked off before looking back at the screen once again. Okay, so maybe I’d been a bit spiteful, but I was seriously bored of it. All she ever wanted to do was help me get my memory back, and no matter how much nothing worked,she wouldn’t give up. I just needed a break from it all. She was rushing it, when in reality it was something that needed to be built on.

Not only that, but she was also rushing our so called relationship. I understand that before the accident we were together in a probably happy relationship, but I couldn’t handle that right now. All she wants to do is act like a proper couple but I can’t do that when to me, she is still a stranger. I seem to know nothing at all about her but she knows practically everything about me... things even I don’t know because I seem to have forgotten them.

In all honesty I just needed a break from it all and I think it seemed to be only Taylor that realised that. When I hung with her, she never tried to say things about the past or things that would help me jog my memory, she just made new jokes and new conversations. That’s why I spent so much time with her. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and found Tay’s number. I was contemplating ringing her, because if Jenna was gonna’ act like this all night then it seemed I couldn’t have the relaxing evening I want.

Speak of the devil. Jenna walked back out of the kitchen and stood with her arms folded, looking at me. “You’re so ungrateful at times, you know that right?” She said to me, annoyance in her tone.

“Ungrateful? Enlighten me.”

“I’m just trying to help you. I’m trying to make this relationship work. And what do you do? You just throw it back in my face!”

“I don’t want all this hassle, Jenna. I want a break. I want it to come naturally. You’re just rushing things.” I tried to say calmly. I thought it had worked when she went silent for a moment.

“This is about her, isn’t it?”

“What are you going on about?” I knew exactly what she was going on about.

“Tay. It’s like you don’t care about me at all. You only seem to care about her.”

“That’s not true.” I stood up defensively, my finger hovering over the call button for Taylor.

“Since you started to speak to her again, you have no time for me. Just admit it, you know it’s true.”

“No, you don’t understand.” I shook my head as I got more annoyed.

“That little bitch stole you from me. I should’ve known that was her plan right from that start. She’s always been that type of girl-”

“Shut up! Don’t speak about her like that!” I shouted. Jenna was taken aback by my sudden outburst.

“Look at you. You’re sticking up for her. You’re ridiculo-”

“No Jenna, you’re ridiculous. I was willing to try with you in hope that I could remember what our relationship was like. Tay isn’t the bitch, you are. You’re pathetic and you’re jealous.” I turned around and headed towards the door.

“Come back! Vic!” She shouted desperately. I stopped still right in front of the door as she came running out into the hallway.

“You don’t know what it’s like, Jenna. My whole mind is blank - it’s like everything, good and bad, that has happened in my life  never actually happened. I want to get it back just as much as you want me to, but you’re adding extra pressure. Forcing ways of remembering upon me isn’t going to help, and then whining that I’m not putting any effort into anything straight afterwards sure as hell doesn’t help. I want to remember - I want to remember everything. It’s like I’m nothing now. I’m not a person anymore because a huge chunk of me is missing. Do you know what that feels like? No. I didn’t think so. I just-” I swallowed the lump that had formed in my throat.

“Vic, I’m sorry.”

“You’re not, though. You just want me to stick around because you’re too afraid of what will happen if I go. You’re too afraid of who I will go to, because you’re jealous. Everyday I think about what it would be like if I didn’t exist anymore, because it already feels like I’m a ghost anyway. It’d stop all this fucking hassle. Sometimes, I wish those guys that beat me up had killed me then and there, because then I wouldn’t be going through this now. You adding extra stress isn’t helping. I-” I cut myself off in hope I wouldn’t cry, but it didn’t work. “I-I c-can’t-” I took a breath. “I can’t do it a-anymore.” I stormed out, hearing my name being shouted repeatedly behind me. But I didn’t turn back. I just ran.