Jane's POV
I can't decipher anything at this moment. My whole life has been a lie to me, has been planned out. I have always had high respect for Aiden's father, but when I was told how he really is, what he's done, my feelings have changed towards the satanical man and now all I hold for him is hatred. My head is feeling this sharp pain, my heart's beating fast, and my blood is boiling, all signs of my anger and overall stress.

And the thing is that even though he did a decent thing by telling me all of this, I will never forgive Aiden Page. He locked me out from the world for his own desire, tricked me into feeling things for him when I was only a mere child and I can't believe I wasted all of my time on that cynical and maybe even psychotic man.

He was going to get his father to force me into matrimony with him and he thought he could make up everything by confessing all of this...this... I don't even know what to call this. Wicked and sinister plan I guess.

He even had the audacity to ask me to be his girlfriend when first, I thought I made it clear that I am in no way shape or form infatuated with him in that way and second, he did all of that crap to me and my family. Fuck that. No. Fuck him.

I couldn't help but feel a little startled and scared though when I declined by showing my five fingers to his face and receiving a terrified angered glare from him. His cheeks were flushed and his eyes turned almost black. Even though it happened hours ago, I still remember his last words precisely.

"It's because of him isn't it?! Well you know what, you can have him. You can have all of those people that have left you!" He yelled, creating a scene before storming out and leaving me by myself.

I have never felt so angry, so betrayed in my entire life. I thought Aiden was one of those people I would play bingo with or just watch old movies with in my elderly years since I thought so highly of him, but now I wish to never see his big brown eyes again.

I would never wish loneliness upon anyone since that feeling has become one of my greatest companions and I know how much of a bitch she is, but now I wish that upon Aiden and his father. He is the reason for everything. He is the reason for my mother's disappearance, for my isolation as a child, and the list goes on. I just feel bad for Angie who had to deal with these two practically all of her life. She didn't divorce that monster for my own safety and dealt with her son's small mental capacity. I really do hope she recovers or has already since even though the skin on her face may now be plastic, she is internally one of the most wholesome people I have met, and I am grateful to God that she was there to save me.

I immediately ran home from the cafe, craving so badly to be by myself and try to gain control back over my mind. When I got to Kat's, I just ran to Carly's bed, bringing my knees to my chest and wrapping my arms around them, rocking myself back and forth as I tried to shut out my inner thoughts that were repeating the horrible secrets in my ears.

My whole life has just been one big hoax. Am I even me or am I just a creation molded by all the devious people that have deceived me? I don't know, I just don't know anymore and all these images of knives and gallows that have now been framing themselves in my mind are scaring me. No. Get out of my head. I'm not that depressed. I can't be.

Storms began forming within my eyes, lightning striking and rain pouring down.
I'm six years old again. I'm like that little girl I saw in my nightmare that was stuck in that cage. I'm stuck in a cage and I don't think anyone has a key to save me. Everything's freezing and oh how I wish to be in Neverland, swimming with the mermaids and flying far away from here.

I usually would sob loudly, but this pounding yet empty feeling in my chest taped my mouth shut, causing my weepings to be achingly hushed. The incapability of my sanity and reasoning to rise forth is just appending to the wretched tornado that is materializing within my wrecked soul.
I was about to just surrender myself for the day, to escape in my dreams until the phone began ringing. At first I ignored it, placing a pillow over my face and groaning to block out the annoying sound. But after realizing that it might be Katherine or maybe even Mrs. Jones calling about Rose, I decided to push aside my mind for a second to answer.

The phone is being held loosely in my hand, my face blank as I await for the other end to speak.

"Hello." I say.

"Jane. Is that you? Of course it's you. I me-"

"What is it Niall?"

I know I'm being a little harsh with him, but he only calls me when it's about Harry and I can't deal with any more problems right now.

He clears his throat and takes a deep breath.

"Um first hi. Sorry." He apologizes causing a small grin to spread on my face.

"Hi."

"I know we're not fairly close like you are with Louis and Harry, but can I maybe ask a favor of you. I'm so sorry, it's just that I don't know who else to call and he listens to you I me-"
I chuckle a little more, my body calming a little due to his nervousness.

"Niall you are my friend so I don't mind at all. I'm not even doing anything at all right now, so spill. What do you need me to do?"

He takes a deep breath, obviously frustrated with something or someone.

"Harry was at the house about an hour ago, but I didn't notice that he left and without his phone too like a dumbass. And Simon needs all of us to go to the studio for a meeting about the tour next week I-"

A black shadow passes over me as I raise an eyebrow.

"What? You all are going on tour next week?" I ask, biting my lip.

"Yeah. We're going to the Uk for about half a year then Australia, and pretty much the whole world. It's our world tour. What, Harry and Louis didn't tell you?"

I close my eyes shut tight and I shake my head, quickly opening my mouth in realization that Niall is not physically in front of me.

"Um of course I did. Just forgot." I lie.

"So continue with the favor." I add, wanting to change the subject.

"Can you just maybe come over right now, just so when he comes you can tell him where we are. I have to actually go now as well as everyone else, so you're the only one who can really do it. I'm so sorry again, I hate having to bother you a-"

"I don't mind. Just leave me a key or something under a mat and I'll take care of everything." I respond.

"Okay! Thank you so much! I owe you! And I just want to apologize now, because the house is kind of a mess. There was kind of a big party last night that Liam and Zayn threw and well yeah. Sorry."

I force out a chuckle as I begin twirling a strand of hair around my index finger.

"It's fine. Well I'll be there in about half an hour or so, so just remember to put the key under the mat."

"Great! And going to do it right now before I head out. Thank you again Jane."

"No problem."

We both say our goodbyes before finally hanging up. My small smile diminishes and I just take a deep breath before walking to the front, grabbing my bus pass and leaving.

God, what am I going to get myself in to?
...

The drive way is empty and there are no signs of Niall anywhere. Some streamers are laid all over the grass as well as pieces of clothing. Some T-shirts and some undergarments.
Must of been some party.

When I walk to the front door and I bend down, I see a key is under the dirty and old beige mat like planned.

Well here it goes I guess.

Opening the door, I almost stumble over a plastic red cup, some excess alcohol leaking out from it. I would usually complain since some of it splattered on my white converse Harry got me, but right now I don't really care about anything. I just want Harry to come back so I can leave.
I sit myself down in one of the couches near the front after locking the door, and I just stare blankly at the coffee table in front of me. Well now I know where Harry left his phone.

It's right next to an empty bowl that contains tortilla chip crumbs as well as an empty can of beer.

I sigh before leaning my head back against the couch and staring up at the high smooth white ceiling.

I don't know what to do with myself. Maybe I shouldn't have come. I mean if Harry does return here before Niall comes back, then he might try talking to me and I wouldn't know what to respond.

I know I'm pissed at Aiden and his father, but I don't know how to feel or act towards Harry and my own father. He wanted to protect me he said. He wanted to help me make something of myself. I'm taking all of those things into consideration of course, but right now with the whole Aiden revelation, Rose's revelation, and that revelation, I just don't think I'm stable emotionally for anymore drama. And I'm hoping that there aren't anymore things I have to deal with, since I don't think I would be able to handle it.

I just shut my eyes closed as I try to force myself into slumber.

Mind, dream about something happy. Please. I need it.

BEEP BEEP.

I hear myself groan and yet again I grab one of the pillows and I cover my face with it.

BEEP BEEP.

BEEP BEEP.

I quickly sit myself up and I look over at Harry's phone to see how the screen is flashing, meaning he got a message.

I lean forward to grab it, wanting to put it on silent since it's just adding to my migraine.

But when my eyes land on the screen, I can't help my curiosity.

There's no contact name on the sender, just the number. And the number isn't any number, as the digits mark themselves in my memory, I realize that the number is Aiden's... How did he even get Harry's number?

Since Harry's phone is locked, it just shows how Aiden sent him to messages as well as an image.

I'm not the type of person that invades someone's privacy. I mean a phone can be like someone's diary, containing all of their personal information, but knowing that Aiden has his number and is messaging him, it makes it personal to me now.

I quickly unlock his phone, remembering the numbers from the time I called his mother.

The phone automatically takes me to the messages and I begin reading them.

-You made me do this.

-She now has one less person to ruin.

I feel my stomach stir and when I press the picture, the phone automatically falls from my grasp, landing on the floor.

It was a picture of my father laying on the floor lifeless, covered in his own blood.

I rub my hands up and down my face as my legs give in and I tumble to the ground face first.

Screams leave my mouth as my face drenches with my own tears.

"DADDY!" I bawl, as my fingertips begin clawing at the floor.

My hair is falling over my face and memories of him in his super hero cape with me on his back are replaying themselves in my mind.

The image of bullet holes in his chest are burning me alive, setting me on fire. This can't be real, this has to be a nightmare right? Yes it has to! IT HAS TO!
I pick myself up slightly to sit myself up, my back leaning against the couch as I remain on the floor.

I pinch myself, I pinch myself hard and I just scream louder as the sting goes throughout my body.

"No." I whisper as I continue pinching and pinching.

"No. No. NO!" I yelp out, my face now soaked.

Just keep looking forward. That's all you have to do.

His voice begins to play itself within me and I just shake my head as if he's still here and could see me.

"I have nothing to move forward to." I mutter.

"Nothing."

After a few minutes of torturing myself with my own pathetic whimpering, my eyes begin to roam around the room, staring at all the scattered cups, cans, and bottles of alcohol.
There must be some left.

I pick myself up and I guide myself to the kitchen, smiling weakly when I see half a box of beer left and a new un opened bottle of Jack Daniels beside it. This will take care of all the pain.
I chuckle when I grab the bottle cap opener and begin un-capping each bottle of beer, drinking each one as if my life depended on it, because it does. It truly does.

The vile tasting liquid doesn't nauseate me but instead is making me happy and causing me to laugh. More thoughts enter my mind and instead of moping about it, I'm laughing. My life is so hysterical, so irrelevant. How have I not seen it before? Hope is for the weak who are afraid of greatness. I mean death is the greatest thing in the world isn't it?

I just laugh more before sticking my bottom lip out in a pouty manner.

"N-Nooooooo moooreeee awwwwww." I hear myself say, my words slurring as I stare at the four empty bottles.

"Oh Jackkk. Jack Jack Jack." I state, bursting into laughter when I embrace the glass bottle in my arms.

"You're next. Ha ha! You're nexttttt" I add before uncapping it and placing it in my mouth, taking a huge gulp.

I can't waste this deliciousness inside. This needs to be drinken properly, somewhere where I can let go.

"Let'ssss gooo sir D-Danielsss" I comment, holding the bottle loosely in my grasp as I walk myself to the balcony.

...

An Hour Before (Continuation from the chapter before)
Harry's POV

My heart is racing and my hands are sweating profusely as I try evening out my breaths, trying
not to make any noise.

"Please Aiden, don't do this!" Ted begs, his voice cracking.
I close my eyes, not knowing what to do. Calm down. Calm down.

"SHUTUP SHUTUP! I have NOTHING now! If you would just have fucking let me marry her, we would still be together. We would be happy! But now-"

Cynical laughter leaves the prick's mouth and when I hear a gunshot, my whole body flinches and I bite my tongue as I glance down at the bloodied floor. I don't even dare checking the room.

"Go- Go die in hell." I hear Ted say in a faint voice, causing my eyes to widen.

Another gun shot echoes through the place, and I just begin shaking my head repeatedly as I only now hear the sound of Aiden's heavy breathing and sobs.

"Smile for the camera." He chokes out before I hear a camera flash.

Fuck this.

My hand goes to my pockets for my phone. I need to call the cops. This little shit needs to go to jail.

My hands are trembling and I mentally curse myself as I realize that I left it at home. FUCK.
Ted can't be dead. I mean he probably passed out right? There have been people who have survived gun shots. Yeah he's fine. He- he has to be!

I clench my shaking hands into fists and I shake my head.

Who are you fooling kid? He's gone and it's all your fault. Again.
Aiden's sniffles are now presenting themselves and my blood is just boiling as his words echo through me.

If you would just have fucking let me marry her, we would still be together.

Fuck that.

I take a deep breath before standing up straight and stomping myself into the room. The fucking weirdo is just on the floor, crying into his hands right beside Ted's wounded and deceased body.

Oh Ted. Oh Ted, Fuck.

I begin walking up to Aiden and I know for sure he knows that I'm here. I don't care if he has a gun or if he'll fucking shoot me. He fucking shot this innocent man that happens to be the father of my Jane and I'm going to beat the shit out of him.

"I'm not here to kill you." I hear him say, his head rising up.

I ignore everything he's saying and I just continue walking towards him.

"She doesn't love me." He comments, speaking his mind and pissing me off even more.
I don't understand why the fuck he's even talking or why he even did this in the first place, but when I grab him by his shirt and turn him around, I see how he looks un affected by my actions.

As if he's waiting to die.

His eyes are red and puffy from crying so much like the pussy he is and his hair is all tousled, adding to his shitty appearance.

"Where's Jane? What did you do to her?!?!?!" I demand knowing as my breath hits his face, my nostrils flaring.

His eyes stare deeply into mine, and for a second I feel as if I'm staring into the eyes of the Devil.

"What I did to her? No. It's what she did to me. What she'll do to you." He responds, another tear streaming down his face.

I shake him violently, not caring if his head hits something and injures him.

"WHERE THE FUCK IS SHE?!" I yell, my fist ready to collide to his fucking face.

"Where's your phone?" He ignores my question, his eyes going to my empty pockets.

"ANSWER ME OR I'LL END YOU!" I scream, my eyes beginning to water at the idea that Jane is- no she isn't. She can't be.

He just chuckles when his eyes meet mine again, a smug ass smile spreading on his chapped lips.

"You left it didn't you? Well I wonder if anyone will see the picture." He states, confusing me.
Before I continue threatening him, he interrupts.

"Jane is fine. I didn't touch her and I have no idea where she is. But she is going to die you know."

I feel my eyes widen and my heart stop before slamming my fist into his face, injuring my knuckles in the process.

He just laughs as his cheek begins turning slightly blue from the impact.

"You aren't going to kill her. You'll have to go passed me first." I whisper, trying to keep my composure.

He just chuckles again.

"Who says I'm the one that's going to kill her? I thought you knew her well enough by now since it's obvious that you love her."

His voice resembles venom and I just want to beat him to a pulp, but I know that if he passes out he can't give me any answers, so I keep my free injured hand on my side as I continue gripping his shirt with the other.

"What do you mean?"

He laughs.

I swear to God if he laughs again-

"Jane is smart, but not really strong emotionally. She always ends up at your place when she's down doesn't she?" He questions, pain reflecting off of his light brown eyes.
I don't say anything and just continue staring at him.

"Oh she does. And may I ask where you left your phone?" He continues.

Fuck. No.

He obviously notices my discomfort since he begins nodding.

"Well you most likely have a passcode on that thing so at least she wo- she knows your passcode doesn't she?" He says, my anguish and frantic state amusing him.

"She's not there. She- she can't and anyway Niall's there. He probably has my phone a-" I begin, trying to reassure myself.

Aiden's hand reaches into his pocket and my eyes alert themselves back to him, my fist re clenched as it's now directed close to his face.

"Calm down, I ran out of bullets anyway. And I'm helping you out."

He's smiling devilishly and I know that he is most definitely not doing this to help me. I've always thought of myself as a sadist since I hurt people so many times. I mean I must've enjoyed it if I kept on doing it unwillingly right? But I now realize that I have never been one and this man in front of me is the true sadist. Wanting to see me torture myself and enjoying every minute of it.
He hands me his phone, the sides covered with dry blood and I see how the gruesome picture of Ted's body along with the messages were read by a person only a few minutes ago. Shit. I've never told Niall my passcode. No one knows except Gemma who forced it out of me in California and Jane. And I doubt Gemma is here.

I look back at him with widened eyes and he just continues smiling until I begin hearing more footsteps coming from the front of the place.

"Took them long enough." Aiden whispers right under me, my eyebrow raising as I look back at him.

"Who did you call?"

He gives me a pained smile as police officers begin entering Ted's room, causing me to let go of him.

"Is this the man with the gun?" One of them asks me.

I turn to Aiden who's just looking up at them, his smile gone and his arms raised behind his head.

"Yeah. He- He killed that man." I whisper, my attention averting to Ted's body.
People wearing black vests that say SWAT in big white letters that are holding shields make there way inside and I just take one last look at Ted.

"I'll take care of her." I whisper before turning around and running back to my car.
...

I almost crashed a few times due to my sweaty hands sliding off the steering wheel as I drove distraught. Maybe I told Niall my passcode one day when I was drunk off my ass, I mean yeah. That has to be it right?

But even if that's not it, Jane wouldn't do anything drastic. Of course she would be sad that her father passed away, but nothing life changing. She's strong, and if she could handle all of the shit that has happened to her, she could handle this too.

When I finally park in front of the recognizable mansion, I can't help but lick my lips and lock the car door behind me with my trembling hands.

Once I get inside my hand places itself within my pocket as my eyes roam the place. The house still looks shitty. No diference.

"Jane!" I yell out, from the doorway.

Nothing.

I lock the door behind me and I feel myself calm a little.

"Jane are you here?!" I try again as I begin walking inside.

A breath releases itself from my body when I lean myself against the wall. She's not answering, so everything's probably fine. And since Niall's car wasn;t outside, he's obviously gone as well.
Maybe Aiden's phone had a glitch or something. Yeah. Nothing happened and that little prick is in jail now, so everything's fine.

Maybe I should get my phone and check just in case.

I walk towards the coffee table where the couches are where i think I left it, but I just stand there confused when it's no where in sight.

"What the-"

When my eyes land on the floor, I quickly pick up the fallen device to see how the screen is now cracked as if it were thrown.

Shit.

"Jane!" I holler loudly as my hands begins shaking again.

She's obviously not going to answer you, you dumbass!

I don't hear a sound and I don't know what to think. I just continue screaming most likely looking like a fool.

I sprint to the kitchen. Empty.

The white room. Empty.

The entertainment room. Empty.

My room. Empty.

Her room. Empty.

Niall's room. Empty.

Every place is fucking Janeless and I know she's here, I know she's hurting right now and if I don't find her soon, I'm going to burst.

I close my eyes and when I'm about to give up, I feel them widen in realization and I quickly move as fast as I can.

The balcony.

If she's not there then I don't know where else she would be. She has to be there.

I race down the hall to the end to see how the balcony door is open. She probably just wanted to see the sky. I know that's what I would do if I were in her shoes.

I'm coming. Jane, I'm coming.

"Ja- JANE!"

When I approach, I almost stumble to the ground as I see her standing on top of the railing of the balcony, looking up at the cloudy gray sky with her blood shot eyes and an empty bottle of Jack Daniels in her hand.

"JANE!" I scream, my throat beginning to sting.

My knees fail me and cause me to fall as her sad, pained eyes meet mine. Loud sobs are escaping my lips and I'm just shaking my head, hoping she could see me and stop. I want to stop her, but I feel as if my body is cemented to the ground.

She gives me a weak smile, tearing me apart and her lips separate.

"I c-can finally liveeee young forever Harry." she whispers, her words slurring.

I shake my head and I just remain there frozen.

"Jane. Please don't do this! PLEASE." I plead.

Her smile vanishes before she turns back, her back now facing me. I see how her hand is reaching up and her eyes are gaping right above her, the glow from the fading sunlight above masking her and revealing her dried tears on her porcelain skin.

"Your cloak is- it's white now." She mutters as her hand forms into a loose fist as if she's holding something.

She's marinating in alcohol and I just wish I came here sooner. My life is being taken away from me right before my eyes, and for some reason all I can do is scream and nothing else.

"Jane." I try again, my voice now becoming barely audible and hoarse as my sobs are interrupting them.

She turns around again, dropping the bottle on the floor, the glass shattering once it does.

"We're going t-to Neverland. My fatherrrr and I. We won't everrr grow old." She states as tears begin leaving her eyes as well.
I shake my head again and I finally find the strength to pull myself up, walking up to her.

"I promised you that I would never leave you Jane! Remember that day in the backyard w-where you said I could be young forever with you?!?!" I choke out, my voice cracking.

She doesn't respond and her bottom lip begins to quiver.

I place my right foot on top of the railing, and then my left, using the wall beside me to help me up.

Her eyes widen and just begin to drown themselves within her sorrows.

"N-No. This doesn't involve you! Get down!" She states, whimpers escaping her lips.

I grab her hand, letting go of the wall, trying to balance myself.

"My wish was to be with you forever." I say, squeezing her hand tight and looking down at the ground below me. We're so high up and everything looks so small.

My words set her off and she begins to cry hysterically, trying to pull her hand away from mine, but I just hold hers tighter.

"I want to die!" She admits, taking all of the air out of me.

"Then I want to die too!"

My eyes continue watering, but I just sniffle trying to hold everything back, trying to show her that I mean business. And I do.

She shakes her head, her eyes shutting closed.

"Why are you being this way. Just leeeet me go." She mutters, her head dangling down.

"I can't do that when I love you!."

Her eyes just close tighter and as her body is beginning to lean forward, I quickly jump down safely, grabbing her hand and pulling her into my arms. Were now both lying on the floor of the balcony, my arms wrapped around her weak and pale body.

"I want to die!" She screams again, causing me to tighten my grip around her.

I begin rocking her in my arms, kissing the top of her head repeatedly.

"Shh. I love you. I love you. I love you. Okay?" I mumble into her hair, my voice cracking.

Her arms finally wrap around me and the room just becomes silent, leaving both of our cries to be the only things audible.

"I love you. I love you so much."

Notes

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