Jason's Diary

Chapter 18

Lola's POV:

My head was pounding heavily. I could feel my blood pumping, while it was running through my veins. My heart was aching very bad. I knew that this was going to happen. I knew that Jason would react that way. (well, I didn't know that he would beat my father up) but I knew that he would be mad at me for not telling him that Dr. Roberts is my dad. I felt bad. Very bad. I felt bad because I knew that I hurt Jason, I felt like a horrible daughter, because I let Jason beat my father up, I was mad at Jason because I somehow thought that he had overreacted and I was mad at my father for slapping me.

This all was too much for me. There were too many things I had to deal with right now. My head was spinning and I felt like I had to pass out every second. My father had slapped me! He never slapped me before.

My father!

I came back to reality and remembered that my dad was still laying on the floor - and he was bleeding like shit. His face was full with blood and there were bruises everywhere. I quickly kneeled down beside him. "Dad?" I cried out. His eyes opened slowly as he groaned in pain. "Daddy can You hear me?!" I panicked. What if he would die? I couldn't survive that. "L...Lol...a. Call... A.... Nursssse..." The tears were running down my face. "O..Okay. Stay strong daddy, I'll get help." I sniffled. I ran out of the office when I saw Angela, a nurse who was working with me. "ANGELA! QUICK! I NEED YOUR HELP! MY DAD GOT BEATEN UP!" I screamed the fuck out of my lungs. Her eyes widened as she made her way over to me. "What?! Where is your dad?" I pointed at his office.

"He doesn't look good. I'll call Dr. Newman, he'll take care of him." "Okay, thanks." She gave me a weak smile. I helped her to lay my dad on the bed, so that she could bring him to Dr. Newman. I sat on the chair and started to cry. I couldn't think straight. There was a big dark cloud hovering above my head. Suddenly I thought about Jason.

I just hoped that he was alright and that he would do nothing he would regret later.

Jason's POV:

I couldn't believe it. She really had lied to me. I knew that she was hiding something from me! I knew it! Why hadn't she just told me that Dr. Roberts was her dad?! Like... I don't know. I was mad at her. I was disappointed in her. I was sad. I was hurt. And I was mad at her dad for slapping my baby! Well he got his punishment. Shit. Now I felt guilty because he was Lola's dad. What if... He would die or something?! Lola would never forgive me that and I couldn't forgive myself either. This all was bullshit! Everything was fucked up! I didn't want to fight with Lola. I didn't want to be mad at her, but at the same time I didn't want to be the desperate one and just forgive her that she had been lying to me.

"Aye bro! Get in da car!" My head shot up and I saw nick. "Yeah I'm coming." I mumbled while I was rubbing my neck uncomfortably. I opened the door and sat down in the passengers seat. Nick scanned my face. "Everything alright man?" I looked in his eyes and shrugged. "Yeah." He raised an eyebrow but my look begged him to just stop asking questions. "Well then." "Aye Jase, wanna go to the club?" John asked. I nodded. "Sure thing." "Well then, Leggo!" Nick said as he started the car.

During the whole car ride I could think about nothing different than Lola. And (as weird as it sounds) about her dad. I just hoped that he was doing fine. I still couldn't understand how someone could hurt his own daughter. That is sick! And I have issues too but.... No. This is really sick. I think I would kill myself if I'd ever lay hands on Lola. She doesn't deserve that.

"Yo bro, we're here." Marcus said. "Hmm." I mumbled as I got out of the car and was about to make my way into the club when nick stopped me.

"What happened bro?"

"What are you talking about?" He gave me a 'let's-quit-the-bullshit-look' "You know exactly what I'm talking about, Jason." I looked on the ground. Nick laid his hand on my shoulder. "Tell me, bro." I took a deep breath. "Alright."

Lola's POV:

Angela came back to me. My head sneaked up to her. "And?! What did Dr. Newman say??" She sighted. Oh shit. "Your dad is doing not good at all. He is very weak and many bones are broken. They put your dad into coma." What the fuck. I let all the informations sink in and try to recognize what was happening. My dad was in coma. Shit. Damn. I felt tears running down my face. Angela hugged me tight as she patted my back. "It'll all be alright babe. He'll be alright." I sniffled. This was all Jason's fault. I felt anger building up deep inside of me. I called him.

"Hello?"

"Hey. It's me, Lola."

"Uhm... Hey. How are you?"

Motherfucking idiot.

"I'm fine."

"That's good and how's your dad doing?"

Bingo.

"Well. You fucked him up!" I shouted.

"What?!"

"The doctors put him into coma and I'm not sure if he'll wake up again!"