I was finally able to leave. In the morning the doctor did a few more checkups and decided that I should be okay to go, as long as I would take it easy. "Alright, Lisa I bought you some clean clothes to change into," Jason said walking back into the room. He was in and out signing papers and picking up stuff.
"Thanks. Did you bring my favorite sweatshirt?" I asked him. It shouldn't really matter because at least I would get to change out of this hospital gown but at the same time...
Jason laughed and pulled out my favorite, comfiest sweatshirt. Jacobs sweatshirt. Jacob did a double-take at it once he noticed it was his. "Uh. I'm pretty sure that's my sweatshirt," he said. I smiled at him sheepishly. "But you don't even wear it anymore." Which was partly true. He wore it last Saturday.
"I'm kidding. You can wear it any time you want," he said. "Yay! Give it, give it," I said gesturing to Jason for the sweatshirt. "Well, you need to change first then you can put this on," Jason said. I almost forgot. "Ok," I said about to hop off of the bed. "Wait! Wait," Jason and Jacob both said coming towards me.
I looked at them in surprise. "What? I thought you said I needed to change?" I asked looking up at Jason in confusion. "You need to take it easy. You can't just hop off of the bed, you might fall," Jacob said.
"I'm fine," I said. "Doesn't matter. Come on, I'll help you to the bathroom," Jason said holding out his hand. I sighed and took his hand as I got out of the bed. He was right. When I stood up, I felt very lightheaded for a few seconds and if it weren't for Jasons support I would have fallen.
"You okay?" Jacob asked from my other side. I nodded. "I'm fine."
"I can call a nurse to help you-" Jason started to say before I cut him off.
"-No. I'm fine. I got it," I said to Jason once we reached the three feet it took to get to the bathroom. "Ok, are you sure?" "Jason," I whined. "I don't need a nurse to help me change my clothes," I said.
"Ok, ok. Here, hurry up," he said giving me my clothing. I went into the bathroom and closed the door. I nearly fell when I looked in the mirror. I didn't look like myself at all. The dark circles under my eyes were a stark contrast to how pale my skin was. There was hardly any color in it.
I felt the back of my head and winced. It was definitely still sore. My hair wasn't as bad. It looked as if someone brushed it. I bent over the sink and splashed some cold water on my face, and then some warm water.
I quickly changed into the leggings and long t-shirt that Jason brought me. At least now I looked a little more descent. I walked out and Jason and Jacob both looked at me. "All good?" Jason asked. I nodded until I thought of something. "Where is everyone else?" I asked.
"They should be here soon. Dylan woke up late." I nodded. That explanation made plenty of sense. "Alright, let's go," Jason said grabbing the wheelchair from out of the corner of the room.
"Umm," I said looking at Jason weirdly. Did he really think I was going to get in that?
"Aw come on Lisa. What's not to like about it? You get a free ride," Jason said smirking at me. He knows I don't like wheelchairs. They make me feel...weird. And then everyone is watching and they give you the eyes, the pitiful eyes. Gosh, I hate those eyes.
"But I can just walk-"
"-No. You're aren't walking. So you might as well just get in," Jason said giving me a look. I sighed and reluctantly got into the wheelchair. Jacob gathered everything else and then we were out. Jason stopped by the front desk and signed a few more papers before we were outside.
It was a little cold out and I hugged the sweatshirt closer to me. "Um, where should we stop for breakfast? No one has eaten yet," Jacob said to Jason. He helped me into the backseat of the car and then hopped in the front.
"We'll pick up some McDonalds on the way to the hotel for everyone," Jason replied. "What do you want Lisa?" Jacob asked. "Hmm pancakes are fine and some fries on the side."
"Uum, you said fries?" Jason asked. "Yeah, what's wrong with that?"
"Nothing, nothing," he mumbled. "Remember she's still injured," Jacob whispered to Jason. I laughed and rolled my eyes. I just really want fries and pancakes, so why not get both?
They started talking amongst themselves and I tuned out their conversation. I started thinking of Liam. I still have yet to see him, and I was getting a little worried. Certainly, he would have known what happened. Another thought came to mind. What if he didn't want to see me?
I wanted to ask, but I didn't know what they would say. They still didn't really like him.
"Um, guys?" I asked getting their attention. "Yeah?" Jacob asked looking at me. "By any chance...did Liam pass by?...or does he know?" Both of their moods immediately changed. "Don't worry about that right now," Jason said briefly glancing at Jacob.
I looked at them in confusion. "What, why not? I just want to know." There was a short moment of silence before Jacob responded, but that gave me everything I needed to know. "So he didn't?" I asked just to clarify.
"Please don't worry about that right now, okay sweetie?" Jason said but neither of them had to say anything else anyway. But maybe there was a good reason that he didn't visit. I don't want to sound selfish right now, which I felt like I did.
~Overprotective~
"Yes finally!" I heard as I walked into the hotel room. It smelled like leftover pizza and febreeze all in one. I smiled at Justin opening my arms wide for a hug.
"The food is finally here," he said walking right past me. I stared at Justin's back as he grabbed his food from Jason and set it down on the table.
I was suddenly surprised when he picked me up and spun me around. "I'm so happy you're out of the hospital," he said hugging me tightly.
"Would you be careful Justin? She's still injured," Jacob said making Justin loosen his grip. Justin finally set me down. "I was only kidding when I said you weren't my favorite sibling," he said hugging me again.
"Hmm, are you sure?" I asked teasing him. "Nah, I was kidding."
"Uhh-"
"Alright, guys I'll be right back. Lisa, you'll be okay?" Jason asked kissing my forehead. I nodded giving him a reassuring smile. He said a few things to Jacob before leaving the hotel room. "Okay, we need to start packing everything up," Jacob said lifting me up. I playfully rolled my eyes but embraced in his warmth.
"Pack up why?" Justin asked flopping on the bed next to a sleeping Dylan, who only grumbled in return. I thought of waking him up to let him know I was here, no doubt he would have wanted someone to, but he needed to sleep.
"We can't stay here forever," Jacob answered Justin. I looked up at him. "But...that means we'll be going back home..." I trailed off. I had no intention of going home. At least not for a very long while. I didn't see why we couldn't just chill at the hotel.
"Yeah," Jacob said softly. None of us said anything afterward, but I could tell in their faces, that they didn't necessarily want to go back either. "But don't worry about that right now," Jacob said. I slightly rolled my eyes. How many times have I heard that today?
"Go eat," He said slightly pushing me off of him, but then he quickly steadied me, smiled and went to the bathroom. "They're acting so weird," I said sitting next to Justin. The food smelled great and I immediately dived in.
"Well, you did almost die soo," Justin trailed off. I glared at him and rolled my eyes. "Way to be blunt."
"What it's true. And they have to deal with everything else as well." I nodded. I shouldn't expect them to be their normal selves after what happened. "Do you know where my phone is?" I asked. I planned on texting Liam. Maybe, then I could really find out what's going on with him.
"I'm pretty sure it's still at the house," Justin replied looking at me. "Why?"
"Well, I wanted to text Liam. Find out what happened to him." Justin gave me a weird look. "Why are you worrying about him?" he asked with a grimace. "I don't know, maybe because he's basically my boyfriend."
"Stop. Don't say that," Justin interrupted me. I sighed. Despite whats happened, it didn't change the fact that Justin still really, really disliked Liam. "You don't have one. Remember?"
"No, I don't,"
"Of course you don't."
"What's that supposed to mean."
"Boy, have I sure missed the fighting," Jacob said coming out the bathroom. "Hey Justin, you're basically back to your old annoying self," Jacob said ruffling Justin's hair, earning a scowl in return. "I was never gone," he said angrily stuffing a pancake in his mouth.
I yawned and rest my head on the counter. "Are you tired?" Jacob asked kneeling in front of me. I nodded closing my eyes. I was actually suddenly very tired. "Yeah, the doctor said that would be a side effect of the medications you were on."
Jacob placed me on the bed. "You can go to sleep," he said kissing my forehead and with that, I drifted off to sleep.
~Overprotective~
Jasons POV
I drove to the station for the 4th time in the span of a day. It was so stressful and I just wanted everything to be done with. I walked into the same scene I had the previous 3 times. It was busier today. There were double the amount of cops walking around and the front desk had a double amount of papers on it.
"Jason! Come in here," The sergeant said. I have been speaking with him about what's been going on and he has been keeping me posted. I quickly walked into his office and he closed the door behind me.
The urgency in his voice kept me on high alert. "We found Veronica." I stared at him not quite believing it. All sorts of emotions came over me. Happiness, nervousness, and anger all at the same time. "Well, where is she? When did you find her?" I was anxious to just see her. Look her in the eyes and ask her what she was thinking.
"Jason, my guys are already out there bringing her in as we speak," he said resting a hand on my shoulder. I sighed and nodded, but I couldn't stand still. After looking for her for so long, we were finally able to get her.
The sergeant sat down at his messy desk and gestured for me to do the same. "Now, Jason when she gets here-"
"If you're going to say I need to be calm, there is no way on earth that I am doing that," I interrupted. "Veronica has been causing us emotional pain for years, this just tops it off. I mean- she almost killed Lisa and the rest of my siblings so no, I'm not going to be calm," I finished.
"Jason..."
I hadn't even realized that I was crying. All of that built of stress and pain finally had a way to come out.
"I was just going to say...don't kill her," he said. I frustratedly wiped my face and nodded at him. Killing her would give her too much satisfaction anyway. "I am on your side, Jason. I know just as much as you do the pain she put all of you through. So trust me when I say, that she is going to get what she deserves."
I swallowed the lump that was forming and nodded once again. I didn't trust myself to speak. Not right now. The radio on the desk started to make a sound before a voice came on. "We're bringing her in sergeant."
My heart leaped at that. She was here. Literally, only a few feet away from me at this very moment.
Everything moved in slow motion as I watched her get walked down to the questioning room. She was very disheveled and there was blood on her face and hands. Her head was down, covered by her hair. In the next few moments, I found myself sitting across from her in a silent room.
I knew the sergeant along with a few other people were watching from behind the glass, but I didn't care. I couldn't take my eyes off of her. For a few seconds we made eye contact, no words were said.
She was so emotionless that it was making me more and more angry by the second. "Why? Why did you do it?" I asked. I waited for an answer and I almost thought that none was coming. "What do you want me to say?"
It took everything in me not to hop over this table at her. "What do you mean 'What do I want you to say'? You killed your husband. Lisa, your daughter almost died." My voice unexpectantly cracked at that. I cleared my throat and continued.
"You put everyone that I care about in danger. Not to mention the years of abuse. And all for what? Money? So I ask again, what were you thinking?" My fists were balled so tight that I could feel them breaking the skin, but I didn't care at the moment.
Her entire mood suddenly changed, she wasn't emotionless anymore, but now her face was filled with anger. She leaned forward in her seat and looked me dead in the eyes. "You children ruined my life. From the day you were born, my life has been nothing but filled with problems."
I glared at her suddenly feeling the urge to hit something. Again. "So what? Do you think that gives you the right to do what you did? Well, you know what I think. I think you're sick. I think the death of your first child messed you up. So you took it out on us. And you took it out even worse on Lisa. She-"
"- Don't you dare bring that up!" She shouted cutting me off. I sat back now realizing the truth. The real reason for her troubled ways. "What? Strike a nerve?"
She simply sat there glaring at me. She was beyond fuming I could tell. So I went with it. "What makes you think losing your first child had anything to do with us? So much so, that you thought it would be fitting to abuse your own biological children just because of the death of your first one?"
"Shut up"
"You haven't accepted it yet, have you? After all of these years, you haven't accepted the fact that you're the reason that you lost your child. You're the reason. Not Me, not Jacob, not Dylan, not Justin and certainly not Lisa."
"I said shut up!"
"I want you to know that you'll never see any of us ever again. You won't see the outside again unless it's from the grave and I hope you never forgive yourself because IÂ Â will never forgive you."
~Overprotective~
Phew, am I right? Anyway, here's another chapter for you guys. It took me literally forever to write it.
ONE MORE CHAPTER LEFT. And then the epilogue of course. You will all find out everything as of who Lisa ends up with and all of that very, very, very soon hehe. Put in your votes! Anyway, that's all I have to say.
Until next time...
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