My lovely bad boy?

It's My Fault

Jesse's POV

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OH MY GOSH! NO, NO , NO! OH PLEASE PLEASE BE OKAY!

I paced back and forth in the hospital, literally pulling my hair out as the anticipation began to be unbearable. This is all my fault!  If I would've just took her home, she would be safe! I felt the hot tears running down my cheeks,  telling me I was crying.

I covered my face with my hands and sat down in a chair. I sobbed into my hands, soon feeling arms wrap around my waist. I looked up to see it was Jada. Her eyes were red and puffy from crying, her cheeks swollen, and her face showing absolute worry.

She leaned her head onto my shoulder, and I let her. Not just because she was Vicky's best friend, but because we both need to be comforted by someone at this time. I looked over and saw Vicky's parents holding each other,  trying to keep a brave face.

I was surprised when they didn't call me some delinquent and blame me for Vicky's injury, while I was doing that to myself. When I told them I tried to stop her, but she wouldn't allow it. They accepted me and the fact that I tried to keep their only daughter okay.

Her brothers were a different story. Alex was apprehensive at first but accepted me and said it was okay. Stefan however just silently stared at me, shooting daggers at me. But once he saw my cast and crutches for my left leg that got shot, he tolerated me but still kept his distance. That was all I could ask for, support for Vicky and her recovery.

I jumped out of my seat and rushed to the doctor. He took a deep breath, looked at all of us and told us the news I never thought I would hear.

"Victoria was shot in the stomach, but we safely got it removed. Sadly when she hit the floor, she hit it harder than you would've thought. Victoria has memory loss and doesn't remember who you are, where she is, and importantly who she is. I'm sorry."

With that the doctor looked at all of us again before he walked away to take care of another patient. The tears ran down my face quickly. This was all my fault! I just wished she could remember everything except for every meeting me.