You okay, little miss? {A Jacob Skelton Fanfic}

~You said what?~

Jacob's P.O.V.

I sighed as I sat down and grabbed my laptop, pulling it onto my lap. The television was still playing and made obnoxious noises causing me to turn it off. My hand reached up to my face to pinch the bridge of my nose as once again as a breath of exhaustion escaped through my parted lips for the umpteenth time.

My mind wandered back off to the moment I had woken up this noon. Not even really in a state of sprinting to the bathroom to vommit.

I remember the gross feeling of what once was consumed food mixed with drinks, boiling up my troath as I made it just in time. Leaving a trail of rawness and untastiness behind.

My tongue still burnt from the unpleasant event after I had brushed my teeth at least three times. I felt sick to the stomach but not just from thinking my system would be able to handle that much alcohol to cause amnesia.

I felt in my guts that it had helped nothing to forget what my dad had done. Smart move or not to do it on the only day I would really be distracted... It sucked.

Well, worse actually, way worse. He was my fucking dad, I had trusted him enough to tell the whole damn truth and Mr. dickhead leaves on my birthday, going off to do the only thing that he knows would kill me mentally. I was defeated and sick.

I had sat there some more but it was just sitting, occasionally needing to return to the bathroom.

But then roomservice came to offer me something management had givevn to them. Well, all bless the evoluated science and the rich people who can afford buying "anti-hangover-"-some other shit describing-pills.

It had made me feel better quite quickly, but made me sleepy at the same time. I heard the other boys were also sleeping it off. Harry wasn't in so he must've crashed at someone else's place. I had shrugged mentally and slept the working of the drug out as well.

After I had woken up, we were back to this moment: me sat on the couch like a pile of mushy mashed potatoes and my laptop placed on my lap.

My fingers typed quickly, my cursor moving over the screen like crazy as I clicked on all the buttons, and filled in all the forms.

Then I groaned as I had opened one of those dumb pop-up advertisments. I tried quickly to go back to my previous webpage but all the forms I had filled in were blank again.

I cursed some colourful words as I started over my actions, and gave the information in once again.

When I had woken up, I had known that this was what I needed to do. I shouldn't sit here and wait even longer to get back home. There was a slight chance, more like a non-existing one seeing he even left my birthday for this, that he hasn't informed the police yet. That he suddenly chickened out, realised something, changed his mind, whatever reason could be behind it. And who was I to not even try aymore?

The defeat I had once felt had dissolved in my dreamless sleep as snowflakes for the heat-radiating sun, and a tiny bit of courage had built up inside of me, maybe even some hope. What did I have to lose anyway?

A small sound of approvement that came from the speakers of my laptop, that got muffled by my legs blocking them, distracted me from my way of thinking.

"Your payment has been correctly valued.

Click here to print out your ticket(s)."

Lilly's P.O.V.

If I said I felt great at the moment, it would be an understatement. But if you'd know the reason behind my happiness you'd be able to label me as insane. It was not right to feel happy about someone else's misery.