A Travesty Awaits us (Jake's Pov) (Part 1/2)

"I said 2:00 pm, didn't I?" Jake says worriedly to me, almost shouting, though I'm right next to him. "Yes, Babe, it's 1:51, give him some time." He almost chokes. I know how much he's been looking forward to this, I really do. Though, I think Milo is even more excited than Jake. Milo has never met his dad and to be honest, I'm not sure if that's good or bad. Jake's dad isn't necessarily a man that you can put your faith in. He's messy and enjoys traveling, but now that he has Jake and Milo back, well, Jake, I hope he decides to never lose them again.

Jake's mom placed the food in the center of the table, almost a whole feast set in front of us. She sat down at the end of the table, looking down at her watch before sighing and standing up once more. "Mom, where are you going?" Jake asks, also now standing up. "I don't wanna be here when he comes through that door." I frowned. I never knew how much she truly didn't like him. Apparently he left because he was stationed in some unsafe military zone where he'd stay for a long time, though, no one knew it'd be for so long except for Ms. Sterling. Jake was told that he'd be back 'soon', though, it took him 12-13 years to come back which isn't really soon.

I listened as the sing-song like tune rang throughout the house and I watched as Jake quickly hopped up from his chair and nearly sprinted towards the front door. I smiled a sad yet proud smile. Jake may think that this is all nice and stuff and I don't wanna ruin the mood but, what happens when I'm introduced? Are we back to friends, will he tell him? I have no idea what he'll say and I know that I'll support him whatever his choice is but, I just don't wanna be shut back in, back in a place I know all too well. I don't want to feel worthless, I don't wanna feel like I'm not deserving of him, I just- I don't know anymore.

I hear the door swing open and I can feel the tears brim my eyes and soon begin to fall. "Drew, are you okay?" Lia asks as I stand up from my chair. I clear my sore throat to speak. "Yeah, Lia, allergies are killing me today," I laugh a semi-convincing laugh that seems to convince her enough for her to leave it. I walk toward the bathroom, the tears flowing down my cheeks desperately in need of attention. I wasn't sure what to feel. On one hand, I'm really happy for Jake to finally be able to make a connection with his dad and for Milo to meet his dad and finally feel whole, but on the other hand: I just feel so sad, so worthless. It feels as if I've been kicked down and I'll never be able to get up again.

I eye a set of razor blades that Jake's mom uses as spares or replacements for when she needs a new set for her razor. I swallow a lump in my throat that I unknowingly had and inched toward the sink that held the blades.

~Later~

I looked mortifyingly at my wrists, specifically the thick red liquid flowing from them and the long indentions engraved into my tan skin. What would Jake say? Nothing even happened, I just had an episode, what was I thinking?! I know I shouldn't have done what I did and I know that it'll make everything so much worse, but I can't help it. I can't help but feel this way, like nothing in this whole entire world can fix or help me, like I'm just hopeless. I begin to feel dizzy, an unfamiliar feeling when it comes to this sort of thing, which makes me begin to panic. I can't ruin Jake's big night, I just can't, but what can I do to fix it? That's just it, there is no fixing it, like there's just no fixing me.

"Drew, are you alright in there?" he asks in a worried tone. I sob out in sorrow, "Jake! I'm so so sorry! I messed everything up, it hurts, you can't help me or fix me and that hurts and I had to go and make it so much worse!"

"Drew, what are you talking about, are you alright in there?" he asks before budging the rickety wooden door open to find a horrid sight. "Drew!" he yelled which I could barely hear as my vision and hearing all turned into a blur. He yelled something like 'mom' and something following it, but I really couldn't hear that one. I'm not sure what happened for I passed out a few moments later, in Jake's arms, in the middle of his bathroom.

(Jake's pov)

I paced back and forth between the hall, everyone around me seeming to just be down. I can understand, me out of all people can understand why they're all sad. Drew grabbed a pair of blades and nearly killed himself, well I'm hoping nearly, I haven't been given any news yet, and that's honestly super scary.

"I'm sure he'll be fine, Jakey-"

"How can you be so sure? I know he's strong, but- What if he- What happens if he-" Henry frowns and just rests his hand on my shoulder before sitting next to Liam. Here I was crying in the middle of the emergency room, my hair a mess and my face red as a tomato, I'm such a wreck. Suddenly a door opened and everyone seemed to jolt up including me. "Who all is here for Andrew James?" We all stayed standing up and suddenly he seems to be a little annoyed, rather confused. "Who here is his parents?" he asks, which automatically makes him question even further given none of us raised our hands or gave our attention to the matter. "None of us are his parents, though he lives with me and my sons," my mom spoke up in a serious tone. "Well, if none of you are parents, I'm afraid I'll have to call them and wait for their arrival before any of you are allowed to go in and see him, besides, he's resting right now anyway." I sprang up with a cheerful smile. "So, he's okay?" I ask. He nods before continuing; "The wounds weren't too deep which made it easier to mend, though he will have scars for most likely the rest of his life if not, for most of his life, which, to be honest, is a good sign considering the circumstances. He nearly died, I'd recommend getting him professional help if you wouldn't like another incident like this to happen."

I watched as the doctor rang up his dad who didn't answer and then his mother who answered and was immediately devastated by the fact. We all waited impatiently for his mom to be here, for any sign that we could see him, for any sign that I could see him. It felt amazing to hear that he's okay, just great. The door opened again and the doctor came out of Drew's room. He cleared his throat as he began to speak, "He'll be under surveillance for at least the next few days. We'll take him to the psych ward and evaluate him, if he shows no signs of harming himself again, he'll be let go, but if he shows signs of doing it again, he'll be transported to Rosemeadow local psychiatric hospital." I listened and began to panic.

How could Drew survive in a mental hospital, he's- he's Drew! A flash of violet magenta comes barging through the automatic hospital doors and suddenly I know what's about to go down. The doctor isn't out here anymore and it's just all of us, including Zander and Luke who weren't at my house to begin with along with Zoey who snuck out of her house after being grounded.

"Jake, Henry, Liam!" she shouted before giving us all big hugs, especially me. "What happened?" she questioned in a panic-y tone. "Drew went to the bathroom during lunch at my house and he-" I couldn't finish my sentence. I didn't think it'd be this hard to explain the situation to her, I really didn't, but now that the time is really here, I can't seem to hold it all together.

"Jake, honey, it's alright, it's okay, just breathe." I listened to her calming words and I couldn't help but think, how can she be so calm in a time like this? I'm over here freaking out and so was she, but when it came down to it, she calmed herself down in an instance. Moms are incredible, just amazing. When my mom found out that I self harm, she was so calm, so caring and peaceful that I really couldn't grasp it.

"Have you gone in to see him, sweety?" She asked me with a calm soothing voice that could make me melt. "No ma'am, the doctor said that no one could see him until a parent confirmed that we could." She sighed a heavy sigh before stating; "I'll deal with this, Hun." I looked over at my mom who was glaring at Mrs. James from afar. I sighed, walking over to my mother. "Calm down, Mom." My mom has always been the jealous kind. She's always seemed to be jealous when I have a close relationship with an older woman.

"I'm calm, I'm calm," she lied with gritted teeth as she stared at Mrs. James once more. I rolled my eyes with disgust. I could never replace my mom, no matter how much I like Mrs. James, I could never. Suddenly, Mrs. James grabs my arms and lightly urges me to Drew's door, where she pushes me in and closes the door. That's Mrs. James for you, one hell of a woman! I turn around to see my poor, sickly boyfriend laying in the bed, his eyes laying closed and his arms wrapped in bandages and it hits me that this is the beginning of the end.

A/N: I've been really busy as of lately with my online shop and my yt as well. I'm sorry for being so behind with chapters, though I am going to post the first half of this chapter because I believe this is the only way to transition into a major time skip, please make sure to support the story and thanks everyone for over 7k reads! I didn't think I'd get this far!