I Want You

"I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU!"

Jordan's p.o.v

After Bex got out of the hospital we went to my house and I took a shower. Bex sat on my bed and ran their finger along the scar. I walk closer and bite my lip as I tuck the towel in and lower my arms.

"You're beautiful." I lean down and kiss the scar. They blush a bit and bite their lip.

"Really?" They sounded so insecure. It hurt me to hear the uncertainty in their voice.

"Yes, I promise." I whisper and walk to the bathroom to get dressed.

"Hey, Jordan..." I hear Bex say and I walk out in jeans and a bra.

"Yeah?" I furrow my brows.

"How did that man get in?" They look like they are in deep thought and I shrug a bit.

"I don't...know..." I bite my lip and then suddenly begin to feel a bit sick.

The only people with keys to my house are my Mom, Chloe, my Dad, my mom's sister, and my ex step dad who I don't even talk to anymore. He was verbally abusing my mom and Chloe and I got tired of it so we talked to mom and she made him leave.

"I need to go to the morgue." I throw on a shirt and grab my keys.

"I'm going with you." Bex says sternly and I sigh before nodding.

My mom comes in through the door as we are walking out and she looks at us confused.

"Where are you kids going at this time?" She asks.

"To the store. Anything you want me to pick up?" I say a bit quick.

"Oh, well, we are out of milk and eggs." She hands me her card and smiles at me. I smile back as Bex puts on a flannel and we walk out.

"Lying to your mother? You naughty girl, Monroe." Bex chuckles a bit as we get into the car.

"We stretched the truth a bit. I'm actually going to pick up milk, eggs, and a few snacks." I smile as I buckle up and they shake their head.

"You're insane." I smile at them and nod a bit as I bite my lip and wink.

Bex's eyes widen and I chuckle a bit as I crank up and drive off.

"Who do you think done it?" Bex asks after turning the radio down.

"Well, my ex step dad has a key to the house. He verbally abused my mom and Chloe and I got tired of it. We talked to mom and she got up the courage to ask him to leave. He never left his key and mom never changed the locks. " I tap the wheel in thought as we arrive at the hospital. We walk in and Bex points to a service desk. I smile a bit and politely wait as the woman types something.  

"Yes? How can I help you?" She smiles.

"Is nurse Cross here?" I ask with a polite smile.

"Yes, would you like me to page her?" I nod and she presses a button on a pager and I smile.

"She will be over in a bit. You can wait for her over there." She points to the lobby and I nod. I sit down and Bex sits next to me. They grab a magazine and smile at me as they flip through it. 

"Look." They show me a page with 'LGBTQ+' written in rainbow and I glance at the paragraph.

"People are finally starting to come out and accept who they are." Bex smiles and Abigail approaches us.

"Hey, Jordan, Bex, happy to see how well you have recovered. What can I help you with?" I lower my voice to a whisper.

"I need you to take me to the morgue..." She glances at me and raises an eyebrow.

"Why?" She whispers.

"I think I may be able to identify the man that attacked Bex and I..." I trail off.

"Okay...Just make it fast." She motions for us to follow her and we do.

She opens a door and walks over to a wall where she grabs the handle and pulls it open. My eyes widen  and my breathing hitches when I see the all too familiar face. This wasn't my step dad...

"Jordan?" Bex places a hand on my shoulder and I gulp as I tear up and run out.

"Jordan!" Bex calls after me and I get into the car and begin to hyperventilate.

"I-I- D-" The door opens and Bex sits next to me.  I sob and breathe heavily.

"Calm down, Baby. What's wrong?" Bex asks. I shake violently as I look out of the window.

I continue to cry and Bex holds me close. I shake and hyperventilate more.

"Jordan, I need you to breathe for me, okay?" But I couldn't. I couldn't breathe. It was way too hard for me to even think about slowing my breathing.

"Jordan, your face is turning red. I need you to breathe." I realized that I wasn't shocked. I was just having a panic attack. I sob a bit louder and Bex rocks back and forth as they hold me in their lap.

"Jordan, talk to me, breathe." They whisper.

"I-I- Bex-" Is all I managed to choke out. My chest tightens again and I gasp as I sob more. I look over at Bex with bloodshot eyes as I stumble for words.

"What is it, Baby?" Bex whispers. I sob a bit more before taking in a deep breath.

"I-it was my-my father." I choke out. Bex's eyes widen and I begin to sob again. They lay their hand on my back and rub softly.

"Bex!" Is all I can manage to choke out.

"I know, shh, shhh." Bex comforts me and holds me as I sob into their chest.

"Here, I'll drive us to the store. " Bex  whispers as they set me in the passenger seat. I begin to hyperventilate again and I pull at my hair a bit as I run my hand through it.

"Hey, don't rip your hair out." Bex pulls my hand down and I slowly nod as I sniffle. Bex cranks up and drives off to the store. I look out of the window as Bex pulls into the parking lot of the store. We hop out quickly and grab everything we needed and wanted before paying for it and leaving.

When we get home I run straight up to my room and grab a picture of my dad and I at the beach when I was thirteen.

"I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU!" I scream out and slam the picture down on the floor. I sob as the frame shatters and I fall to the ground, but not before two arms wrap around me.

I can't believe you...