the bad girl; jai brooks

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Jai's pov-

it's been seven months since that day, and it's never been the same. Devon and Jessie are together now, she pregnant too. when they told us, I was shocked.. considering she said all those things to Blake about having kids.

but Blake just sat and stared. that's all she does now. the day we got home, with Slater in my arms. she went straight to our bedroom and sat on the rocking chair.

she stares at the bassinets on the other side of the room, from when the babies were still so small. and it kills me to watch her like that, but she won't let me help.

she won't leave the chair, she won't let me remove the cradles from the room. she just yells if I touch them. and she eats only little bites of food, and she waits till I'm out of the room to do so.

the odd time, like once a week, she'll shower. but after she changes she goes back to that chair. at night she won't let me hug her, she stays far on her side and usually cries.

she won't look at Slater, let alone hold him or give him so much as a smile. she turns away when he's in our bedroom.

Devon comes over at least three times a week, she hasn't even spoken a word to him.

Jessie's baby is supposed to come anytime in the next few weeks, and I'm afraid Blake is gonna miss that. she s gonna miss the birth of her best friends baby. and I know one day she'll regret that and hate herself for it.

but I don't know what to do, she acts as if she hates us all, and never looks people in the eyes. she's suffering more than anybody else and it's making me cry myself to sleep and cry in the car and cry at work and cry in the shower.

every time I look at Slater I'm so thankful he's with us, and I wish Blake could see that. she hasn't set foot in the boys room since that day.

both cribs are no longer in the room, I gave Austin's bed to Devon, because he can't afford one. I helped him set up a small nursery in his tiny apartment, where my room used to be. it had been empty since I moved out and I'm glad the baby will be the one to fill that emptiness.

"hey I'm gonna grab some diapers before we leave, be back in a sec" I say to Devon, walking down the hall towards Slaters room.

the bed was now a toddler bed, seeing as he was almost two and could walk and is starting to even speak.

there's a box on his dresser, with Austin painted in the top. inside are his little things; the baby A hat from the day they came home, his birth certificate and his hospital wrist band. plus, his foot prints from the day the boys turned one.

I looked over and smiled, before grabbing what I needed and heading back out.
I walk past my room and peer in, the door that's always open. I look over at the rocking chair, and Blake's gone

I turn around, looking for her in the bathroom. she's not there. I run out to the living room where Devon and Slater are standing at the door

"where's Blake?!" I ask frantically

"she just went outside, she didn't say anything when I spoke to her" he replies, looking out the front window

I swing open the door, looking around the porch, it's empty.

I look straight ahead to the road, but before I had reached her, she had already been hit.

head on by a truck driving by, as her body flew from the impacts as she rolled onto the lawn

"CALL 911" I yell at Devon, and he does as I say

"no no no, please Blake. don't die" I begin to sob, scooping her floppy body into my arms as we lay at the roadside

the sirens near us, as the flashing lights pull up out front of the house. they carry Blake onto a stretcher and I hop in the back with her as they drive off to the hospital

Devon and Slater follow behind us in my truck. I look out the window as I see them driving, and I let out a sigh of relief

when we arrive at the hospital, they take Blake into the ICU and demand I stay back.

it's been three hours now, it's just me because Devon took a hungry and tired Slater back to his house for the night.

"mr. Brooks? hi I'm Laya, Blake's nurse. we have some news" a short brunette with curvy hips says as she enters the waiting room. I stand up and walk over to her here she stands outside the door that blocks my view of Blake.

"can I see her now? she must be awake by now" I question her immediately

her face goes a pale white, as she hesitates, "well uh- she's not up yet.. I'm afraid she's slipped into a coma"

my jaw drops, and I feel the tears fall. I try to sniffle them back, rubbing my eyes as she stands there just staring

"well when will she wake up? how bad is she hurt?!" I raise my voice becoming inpatient

"we don't know, we'll keep her here as long as she's-"

"breathing, right? because you don't know if she'll wake up but you'll keep her here until she dies" I grit my teeth, I hate when nurses hesitate like that

"jai she has a 50% chance of survival, don't act like she's already a goner" she says back with a sympathetic smile

"then don't make it sound so bad" I grumbled back u see my breath like a child

"well I have to inform you for the worst. sorry. I'm gonna go now, feel free to stay but we'll give you a call if she wakes up. you might wanna go home and sleep" and with that her heals click down the halls until she turns the corner and she's out of sight

after a few minutes of debating it, I decide to just go home and rest. i'll have the baby back again tomorrow and I don't wanna be drained out.

I creep into Blake's room, kissing her forehead before leaving again.

I finally dose off to sleep, after tossing around in the bed for at least an hour. the bed just feels so cold and empty without her, and I wish she was here beside me...

but those thoughts fade away as my eyes flutter shut, and I'm welcomed into the darkness of slumber