//On the dress it doesn't show stomach, btw it's Jordie's outfit and the suit is Blakes outfits//
BLAKES POV: one week later
I walk with shaky legs up to the coroner, holding my necklace I have to Jordie before. I stare at the watch that was a gift from Jordie.
"Hello sir." The coroner says.
"Tell me how bad it is." I say with teary eyes.
"She had two broken ribs, fractured cheek bone, and pills and liquor in her stomach." He answers and I cry even more. I should've been there for her.
I walk into the funeral homes and walk up to a guy in a suit.
"How may I help you?" He asks.
"These are for Jordie." My voice cracks as I hand him the black dress. "And can you make sure this goes on her." I reach out of my pocket and hand him the necklace.
"Of course sir." He says sympathetically.
"Thank you." My voice cracks again.
"Would you like to see the coffins we have?" He asks and I nod my head. We walk into the back of the room and look at all the coffins in the room.
"I think she'd like this one." I state looking at a dark drown coffin.
"Yes, it does have a beautiful color to it." He adds.
"Here." I hand him 3,000 dollars for the casket. After Henry went to jail he gave me all his money to pay for Jordie's funeral because he was "upset" he treated her like shit.
"Here's your change." He hands me money back.
After organizing everything in the church, the service, the casket, and her outfit and accessories I went back home.
//FLASHBACK//
After school I drove slowly to my house. Looking back at Jordie's face made me feel guilty. I scrolled through my phone and landed on Jordie's phone number. I hesitantly texted her telling her that I'm sorry and I'll be at hers in a couple minutes. After getting dressed in Jordie's favorite jeans she likes on me and a nice shirt, I fix my hair and brush my teeth, I slip on my shoes and head out of the house and walk to hers.
As I'm looking through my phone, I see Jordie hasn't texted me back. I frown at that, but kept walking towards her house. Once I got there I knocked on the door, looking back at the driveway it's just her car there.
"Jordie!?" I yelled. She wasn't answering and my stomach dropped. "Jordie! Open the damn door!" I yelled banging harder. Using my football technique I body slammed the door and it opened. "Jordie!?" I go up the stairs and into her room to find nothing, I hear faint sobs that are fading away in the bathroom. I open the door to find Jordie in the tub, pale skinned, bones popping out, and bruises everywhere. "No! Jordie!" Tears stream down my face as I take her out of the tub and cradle her in my arm as she faintly smiles at me. I call the police and tell them what happened.
I cried harder when I saw an empty pill bottle and empty liquor bottle. I decided to take measures in my own hand.
"No, Jordie! You can't leave me!" I stuck my finger down her throats and forced her to throw up the content in her stomach that was slowly killing her. "Come on! You can't leave me!" As she throws up her body becomes more pale. As I'm holding her lifeless body and bones sticking my arms she closes her eyes and gives up. "I'm so sorry, please!" As people shuffle upstairs and push me away I grab the note and watch on the sink.
As I wait in the hospital waiting room with Henry I give him death glares. An officer stands behind him while Henry sits in handcuffs.
"Mr. Anderson?" A nurse calls out making me stand up. "I'm sorry." She says first. "She doesn't have long." I start to sob as she leads me and Henry to her room. I look inside to see her hooked up to lots of machines as she lays there peacefully. I walk into her room and hold her cold, tiny, hand.
"Jordie, I love you so much. I should've been there for you. I should've fought for you. I know this is my fault, but I want to make it up to you. I'm going to give you a great funeral-" I get cut off with my sobs. "I'm going to make you look so pretty, just by making you look you. I'm going to make sure Henry gets locked away for so long, your note will help him be put in jail. I just wanted to tell you that I am madly in love with you, in life or death. I will never forget you-" I cry again in hand. My voice cracks. "And I will understand and I will accept-" my voice cracks as I cry more. "I will accept it if you want to stop fighting now. If you don't want to fight I will understand and I will bring hell over everyone that hurt you. Even myself." I cry. "I understand Jordie." I kiss her hand softly and the monitor stops beeping and everyone runs into her room pushing me out as I sob and drown in my tears.
//END OF FLASHBACK//
I walk with shaky legs down the isle of the church. People from school, Alex, Reggie, Henry, some of Jordie's moms family are here, and some of Henry's parents. I walk up to the open casket and set down chrysanthemums in Jordie's hands.
"I'm so sorry, baby." I cry looking down at Jordie in her casket with my necklace on. I turn to everyone in black with sniffles. "I want every single one of you to hear what she last wrote before she passed." I grab the note out from my all black suit and unfold it.
"I'm sorry to whoever is reading this that had to find me like this. But many people drove me to do this. When my mom was live I used to love everything, because she was a light to everything, after she had passed nothing was bright anymore. I couldn't love anything anymore, until I looked at him. I looked at Blake and I knew I loved him, because he brought back the light to me. After a week Of my moms death I am-was, sorry about that, I was abused by Henry. And after telling Nora that I was abused she turned on me too. I became bullied and was abused. I didn't see a light to the end of this. This watch next to this note is for my love, Blake. The only person and only thing I could love, was him. And I loved his smile, his abs, his voice, and how kind and gentle and caring he was with me. So goodbye." I finish and see everyone in tears bawling from what they know they had done.
"We have all failed Jordie, but I and Henry have failed her the most. I lost her and acted as if I didn't care, but I cared so damn much!" I sob. "I cared so damn much for her. Henry, you failed so much as a father and I and she will never forgive you. Ever!"
At the ceremony to bury Jordie I took out a diamond ring I spent for her. I slid it on her left ring finger. "I love you." I whispered to her as the priest closed the casket and finished the ceremony.
After that I walked home slowly with tears in my eyes as I looked at the watches time. As I'm loosing thought and start to think about everything I could've done that would've made her not be pushed to be forced to kill herself. I walk into my house and take off my tie and lay in bed, looking up at the ceiling, thinking of Jordie's voice, Jordie's perfect silver locks that flowed to her waist, the beautiful ocean blue eyes that shined, her plump lips that was pink and beautiful, and her beautiful body figure that now turned frail and thin from lack of happiness and food. And that night I spent dreaming about her in my sleep.
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The Lovely Abused
Romance||SHORT STORY|| *Jordie Johnson is a student at North Creek High-school at the age of 17. She's verbally and physically abused by her father, Henry Johnson. Her mother died when Jordie was only 15, two years ago. She only has one friend and one pers...
