You've Got it Bad

Thirty Nine

Perrie's POV

For the past month, Jade has not left my side. Literally. I hate that the both of us had to experience what we did. She's not herself, and I hate that there's nothing I can do about it.

It's like she's here, but she's not here. And what breaks my heart even more is that Jaden notices it too. He keeps asking me why mommy is sad, or is mommy mad at him, and it makes me want to cry.

I wish I could fix whatever snapped inside of her head and bring my Jade back, but I know that it's going to take time and patience, and she'll have to learn to cope on her own.

I've been pretty much okay, minus the nightmares here and there, but Jade, the situation affected her on a much deeper level.

After we got out of the hospital, because she refused to leave, we had to stay with my mom and James for a bit. Until we were able to get our things out of the apartment and into storage.

She didn't want to go back there, she barely even came in to help pack, but I understood. And in all honesty, I didn't really want to go back either.

What was the weirdest about the situation now was the tension in the house. James had learned all about his son and what he did to all of us, especially Jade.

And he'd learned that Jaden was actually his grandson, though Jade didn't want him to know because she made it clear that Jaden never had a father.

James learned, probably in the worst way, what a monster his son was, and I could tell it killed him.

Still, he obviously loved him and resented Jade for killing him, no matter if it were self-defense. And he took all of his frustrations out on everyone in the house. Especially my mom.

Because of this, the tension in this household was thick, and I couldn't wait to get us out of here. We had shopped around for apartments, well mostly me, and Jade just came along, and had finally found a nice two-bedroom one on the opposite side of town, and we would get the keys at the end of the week.

I wanted to get her as far away from here as possible, so we could both heal. I needed her back. Badly.

It was way too quiet around here, and it was starting to mess with my head. The only light in the house every day was Jaden. We've grown so much closer, we're practically inseparable now.

That's mainly because I've been trying to keep him busy and entertained, so he doesn't have to see Jade in the state she's in, and the fact that she's sort of unable to take care of him.

I didn't want him to feel neglected and look at her any differently, because I knew she would never do that to him on purpose, and I knew that she was trying her best.

She's been super quiet and spacey, but like I said, I don't think she's doing it on purpose. I see her trying to do normal things, and when she can't she gets frustrated and cries, which breaks my heart. Jaden is a baby, but he's smart. I can tell he's worried about her, and so am I.

James hates Jade for killing his son. My mom and James argue non stop because she can't understand how he could resent Jade for saving my life, in addition to her own and her son's.

My mom is angry because his son tortured and was ready to kill her daughter, not to mention the laundry list of shit he'd done to Jade, and all he cares about is that Jade killed him.

For that reason, I don't particularly like him all that much myself right now, even though we used to be close too.

His lack of patience with Jade also pisses me off, because she doesn't deserve it. She's been through so much. Much of which was his son's own doing. And she's trying, but he's not giving her credit for it.