And Then Came Him | 2

Two.

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Beck felt absolutely and utterly awful.

Tori and Andre felt horrible for the goth who had run out the door- but not so much for the tanned-skin Canadian who was crying on the floor.

After all, he deserved it.

Robbie was quite astonished at the whole scene, and Cat, well...

"How could you?!" Cat yelled, standing up and pointing a finger at Beck. "Are you stupid?! Wait- don't answer that, of course you're stupid!"

Beck sighed, running his fingers through his hair. It was a bad habit of his that he just couldn't get rid of.

"I-I didn't expect for her to find out- "

Tori groaned and Andre rolled his eyes, standing up to go get a drink.

"Stay away from Jade," Cat demanded, walking over to the door and placing her hand on the door knob. "She will never trust you again, I hope you know that. You broke her heart, and I hope you suffer for what you did."

Before Beck could even reply, the red head walked out and slammed the door behind her.

He felt tears well up in his eyes again, and god did he hate it.

"And to think you were actually a good guy," Robbie muttered, shaking his head as he headed out of the door as well, not giving Beck time to respond.

"Wow, look at that," Andre said, already heading to the door as well. "You lost the girl you fell in love with- and your friends."

"Wait, Andre I- "

His words were cut off by the slam of the door, and he let out a frustrated sigh.

"Tori," he then pleaded, looking up at the brunette. "I'm sorry."

"I'm not the one you should be apologizing to," the Latina shrugged, heading up the stairs of her house. "You deserve this, Beck. I hope that one day you realize that money really isn't everything."

And with that statement, she disappeared into her room upstairs.

Beck wanted to scream- but he couldn't, since he wasn't even in his own house.

So he left Tori's, getting into his car and driving back to his RV.

His hands gripped the steering wheel so hard, his knuckles turned white. And when he finally pulled into the driveway, he banged his hands on the wheel, allowing the tears to stream down his cheeks.

"Dammit!" He yelled, slamming his hands harder against the steering wheel, leaning his head back as broken sobs escaped his lips.

He had just lost everything he had.

And it was entirely his fault.

"I hate this!" He exclaimed angrily, not pausing his actions on the wheel. "I hate everything!"

After a few more minutes of constant yelling, he managed to open the car door and step out with wobbly legs, slamming the car door as hard as he could without caring.

Once he got inside his RV, he began tearing it apart.

The photos in picture frames, smashed to pieces on the floor.

The books he had on his bookshelf that was attached to the wall, crashing down to the floor.

He even managed to break his laptop- the same one he had used to watch movies on with Jade.

Before he ruined it all.

His eyes then became fixed on the guitar that laid in the corner of the RV, and he didn't waste any time grabbing it and smashing it on the ground.

Pieces of the guitar scattered the floor of his RV, and he ran his fingers through his hair, staring at the entire mess he made.

Nothing mattered to him anymore.

A soft sob escaped his lips and he sat down on the edge of the bed, his eyes filling up with tears once again.

Was it even possible to feel this broken?

Beck then wiped the palms of his hands against his jeans, before vigorously wiping his eyes with the back of his hand.

He wanted to cry, he really did.

But he knew crying wasn't going to get him anywhere.

His entire RV was ruined, but to be honest, he couldn't care less.

His life was completely ruined.

At least, that was what it felt like.

He tried to stop crying. Really, he did.

But as soon as he pictured those bright blue eyes and that mesmerizing smile, he completely broke down once again.

His eyes became so blurred with tears, that he couldn't even see.

His throat was dry and hoarse, but that didn't stop the sobs and cries managing the escape his chapped lips.

That night, was the worst night he had ever had.

It was worse then finding out his mother was having an affair.

Worse than when he found out his parents were still together, even though his father knew what his wife had been up to.

Worse than being kicked out of the house and into an old, rusty RV- parked in his parents driveway.

Worse than everything he had ever been through.

Because when you just lose the love of your life, your life is completely and utterly ruined.

And it was all because, he wanted some extra money.

He knew he deserved this, and much more. But that didn't mean he wanted it to happen.

He never wanted any of this to happen.

He never wanted Jade to find out. It was supposed to be a secret- a secret taken to the grave.

But the universe didn't care what he wanted.

After taking one more emotionless glance at the mess along his RV floor, he laid down on his bed, brown eyes staring up at the dirty ceiling.

He shut his eyes tightly, his chest heaving up and down as he let out a long sigh through his nose.

Before he knew it, he drifted off to sleep, his mind swirling around a specific pair of bright blue doe eyes.

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This chapter was honestly pretty hard to write lmao.

What are your thoughts on Beck? Does he deserve this? Or not?

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Until next time!
~Izzy