❝guarded.❞ ↠ jerrie thirlwards (sequel to s.s.)

twenty

t w e n t y - P E R R I E

I park in front of the hospital. Please be the right one. Jessica's school gave me the name and address and this seems to match both. I run into the front doors, almost tripping over someone's wheelchair. I bump into the front desk and give the nurse a weak smile. "I'm looking for Jessica Edwards," I breathe out. "I'm her mother. One of her mothers."

She nods and smiles sympathetically at me. She tells me the room number and without saying goodbye, I run to the room. 45. 46. 47. 48! I grab onto the handle in order for me to stop my feet from moving. I take deep breaths and walk slowly into the room. 

Jessica is laid on the hospital bed, grimacing while looking at her bruised body. I feel my eyes tear up again, but I decide to not cry in front of my child. I knock on the door even if I already let myself in. She looks up at me and instantly frowns. "You're the reason why I'm here," she snaps, a tear rolling down her cheek. "If I just had a mommy and daddy, they wouldn't hurt me. If it was just mommy and not you, I would be popular."

I feel a ping of hurt but try to ignore it. She just doesn't understand, I think. But instead of ignoring it completely like I said I would, I burst out crying and walk up to her. "I didn't do this," I say, pointing at her body. "It's those stupid, stupid kids at school. People these days still don't accept gay people because they think God doesn't accept us, so they shouldn't. It's a sin for a woman to be with another woman. Man shall not lay with man. But, they're wrong, baby. They're so wrong. Love is love and I am deeply in love with mommy. All of those kids at school don't know sh- anything about what's right and wrong or just how to treat other people. Don't think that popularity is all that matters because when you grow up, none of that will matter. You won't care what people think of you, you won't care if someone is more popular than you, you won't care if you do something that will lower your popularity. So, please, baby, don't think that this is my fault. I didn't do this."

She blinks at me for a moment. I see tears slowly falling down her cheeks and I want to hug her, but I feel like she'll push me away. "I'm sorry, mom," she breathes out between sobs. "I didn't m-mean to-"

I shake my head and hug her softly. A smile creeps on my face when she hugs me back. "I love you so much."

She sniffles slightly and laughs softly. "I love you too, mom."

-

J A D E . 

I look down at my hands and play with my fingers. I could feel Harry and Liam staring me down as I sit there. It's like they're interrogating me. 

After Harry took me away from Niall's house, he took me to a local coffeeshop near his and Louis' flat. Liam was here, which was nice, until Harry told him what happened. Liam basically became my dad and asked me all of these questions and hugged me tightly. 

I look up at them and Harry gives me a slight glare. "So?" he mumbles before taking a sip of his coffee. "Are you going to tell us what happened?"

I sigh and look down at my hands again. "Fine."

FLASHBACK

I walked inside- okay, maybe more of barging inside of his home. He was sat on the couch when I walked in and he looked so confused, it was priceless. He stands up and starts to hesitate, as if he wanted to say something. I shake my head and look up at him, my eyes teary eyed. "You are such an asshole!" I shout, beginning to search his face for any emotion. All I see is confusion, but it twists into something else, almost like a smug look. Ignoring his sudden change of emotion, I roll my eyes and move closer. "Why would you use Perrie like that? She's a married woman!"

To my surprise, he laughs. He fucking laughs. I watch him walk closer to me and start backing up when he gets too close, which ends up in me backing into the wall. I move away from it and he turns his back and presses it against the wall I was on. He smirks at me and shrugged. "She begged for it," he tells me. 

I roll my eyes. "She was drunk."

"And you would also," he mutters under his breath. Before I could even understand what he means, he walks closer to me and grabs onto my arm. I try to walk away but he wraps his arms around my waist. He laughs again and it sends shivers down my spine. He presses lips onto my neck and I want to push him off. All I could think was that he was some form of Sam Pepper coming into my life to fuck it up (maybe literally). 

I pull away and try shoving him off. "Get off of me," I whimper. 

"Oh, c'mon, baby," he basically growls. 

END

"...and then Harry came in and saved the day," I say, smiling weakly at Harry. 

Both of them give me a sympathetic look. I look down at my hands again, not really wanting to make any eye contact. I hear my phone ring from inside of my bag and I grab it quickly and look at the caller ID. Perrie. I sigh deeply and shake my head, pressing the decline button. 

"Why didn't you answer?" Liam asks me, frowning slightly. 

I shrug. "I don't feel like speaking to her."

-

P E R R I E .

"Hello, this is Jade Edwards! I'm probably out right now or just busy so I couldn't answer, sorry. Please leave a message if you want to after the be-"

I hang up before the rest of the voicemail ends and sigh deeply while putting my phone back in my pocket. I look over at Jessica and shrug, giving her a sympathetic smile. "Mommy won't answer her phone," I tell her. "Sorry." 

She shakes her head and smiles. "It's fine," she says quietly, beginning to look down to her hands. It's quiet for a while but then she laughs and looks up at me. I look at her with a confused expression and she stops laughing, taking a deep breath. "Mom. Why do people suck?"

I could see tears in her eyes and it makes me feel a lot of hurt. "Well," I sigh. "Some people hurt other people because they have their own problems." I walk over to her and take a seat on the chair beside her bed. I take a deep breath before continuing. "And in this world, at least during this time, gay people are still considered a sin. Parents who believe that will tell their kids that gay people aren't good people. So, the kids that hurt you mentally and physically just are listening to what their parents have told them and took care of a problem in a terrible way."

I look down at my hands and sigh. "And some people just like to judge people. Normal people do that in their minds, but bad people say them aloud in front of them. They genuinely like to put other people down just to make themselves feel better. I used to be that person. Not the person being bullied, but the bully. It was stupid of me and I was just very selfish back in high school. Just, promise to never hurt anyone, okay, baby? No one deserves to be put down by anyone."

She nods her head and smiles, a tear slowly drying up on her cheek. "I promise."

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THIS IS SO SHIT, SORRY. 

AND SORRY FOR NOT POSTING IT YESTERDAY, I GOT LAZY HA.