My Blue Eyed Girl, chapter 12

Joey's POV

"Ugh...holy crap..." Emma muttered from the back seat. I looked at her in the rear view mirror. Her face was wrinkled with pain and she was holding her ribs.

"You alright Emz?" I asked.

"No..." she groaned. "He's hurting her..." she panted, becoming really pale.

"Were a few minutes away Em," Trent told her.

I took that as my cue to step on it. We raced down the street and about 3 minutes later we were driving up towards the old abandoned warehouse.

"Fuckin hell Joey!" Steph breathed, slowly loosening the death grip she had on the headrest of my seat and the door handle as I slowed down.

"Sorry babe...we're here Emz..." I said. She looked like she could fall over, but she nodded and shuffled out of my car.

The rest of us got out and stood around, waiting for the others.

"Remind me to tell your dad to kick your ass for driving like that," Sammy joked as she clambered out of the car.

"Do we like go in...or do we stand here lookin stupid?" Trent asked scratching his head. It was then I realized he had a crown on his head.

"Dude! Did you get Prom King?" I asked. I never did. I went to the Prom and everything, but I was too much like dad for my own good when I was at school.

"Yeah..." he laughed. "Emzy got Queen," he said pointing.

"Nice...now...let's go get Bee," I said changing the subject quickly and rushing towards the building.

***

Bianca's POV

I woke up, and everything hurt. I then realized I was tied to four corners of a dirty bed and that I had duct tape over my mouth. I tried screaming, but obviously it was no use.

Where's Emma and her twin powers when you need them?

She's probably back at the Prom dancing and she hasn't realized you're gone yet...

Damn conscience...I'm fucking identical twin! Of course she knows I'm missing...I should kick your ass...

That would mean that your technically beating yourself up you realize?

Oh shut up...

It was then that I heard the voices.

"Bee!! Bianca? Are you ok? Where are you?" they called.

Oh my god...they found me. At last.

He must have heard the voices too, because he began hastily putting together his things and then came back over to me.

"Until we meet again my dear..." he whispered as he plunged the knife into my arm. He twisted it around a bit before taking it out, ripping the tape off my mouth and leaving with a final punch to my face.

I somehow managed to keep my composure until he left the room. When I was sure he was gone, I let out and ear piercing scream.

"OWWWWWWWWWW!!!"

Someone had to have heard that...I heard a lot of running footsteps and then banging on the door.

"You in there Bee?" Joey asked.

"Yes...get me outta here Joey..." I moaned in pain.

"Just a second sweetie...we're coming ok?" he responded. I then heard a lot of muffled voices.

THUMP!

What the hell are they doing?

It sounds like they're trying to break down the door...

But he didn't lock it...they should be able to open it...

Well don't tell me! Tell them!

"Joey!" I hollered. Hoping he had heard.

"Yeah..." came the half muffled reply.

"The door should be open...I don't think he locked it when he left 'cause he was in such a hurry"

I then heard the door knob being twisted, and seconds later, Em, Trent, Joey, Steph, Dad, Mom, Ronnie and Rachel burst through the door.

"Heya Bumble Bee..." Joey grinned as he came towards me. He then tripped on a pile of rope that my captor had left behind and face planted into the end of the bed.

"Joey, you dork...untie me..." I said squirming a little bit and regretting it almost instantly. I could now add severe rope burn to my list of injuries.

"Oh yeah..." he said going to work on the ropes around my ankles and wrists.

"Careful" I warned when he got to my left ankle. "I think he broke that one," I then noticed everyone standing around, looking like they didn't know what to do. "I'm okay guys really...he just broke ribs, my ankle and possibly my jaw. But really I'm okay."

"Thank god for that," mom said kissing me on the forehead.

"Hey you guys got King and Queen..." I said realizing that both Trent and Emma were wearing crowns.

"Hehe...yeah...how cool is it?" Trent grinned.

I smiled and began to carefully raise myself off the bed. I didn't get far by myself before Joey came over to help.

"Not trying to be an annoying pain in the ass or anything...but can we possibly go to that place that starts with 'h' and has pain killers?" I asked leaning in on Joey.

"The hospital?" he questioned with a smirk on his face.

"Yes you dork." I said slapping him over the back of the head and giggling even though on a scale of 1 to 10...my pain was about a 30. "Come on...let's go!" I exclaimed when everyone didn't appear to be moving.

***

"Well...he broke your left ankle, fractured your jaw, put a nasty hole in your arm and broke the majority of your ribs...but aside from that, you're okay," the doctor smiled.

"Ok...thank you...can you please send my family in?" I asked, hoping that everyone and not just mom, dad and Em would come in.

"You rang?" Joey said as he poked his head in the door.

"Yeah...come in doofus," I grinned. He could always make things appear happier even if they weren't.

"So what's the final verdict on what he did?" dad asked.

"Well, he broke this," I pointed at my ankle. "Fractured this," I pointed at my jaw. "Massacred these," I pointed at my ribs. "And he carved me my very own black hole," I finished pointing at the bandage on the top of my arm.

"So your gonna live?" Trent whined. I nodded. "Ah man..." he joked.

"Oh shut up..." I giggled, throwing a pillow at him.

***

Tré's POV

As soon as we knew what was happening, I couldn't help but feel a bit of sadness. Sure it was two years after the incident, and I had learned to deal with it, but just imagining what Mikey was feeling made me feel bad again.

They've been gone for a while...I hope she's ok...

She'll be fine...you just watch...the phone is gonna ring any second...

RING RING!

What?! How the hell did you know that?

I just did...now answer it...

"Hello?" I answered half expecting a random person to be on the other end.

"Tré, it's me...listen...we got Bee and she's oka...we're at the hospital now if ya wanna come down... " Mikey said sounding relieved.

"Yeah okay...we'll be over in few...see ya soon Mikey..." I hung up the phone and turned to the other occupants of the room. "They're at the hospital and she's fine...I'm going down there now. Anyone wanna come with?"

"Well we can't...Jake has been acting up at school...we need to do the whole good parent thing and talk to him," he said, rolling his eyes.

"Sweetie. Ya wanna come?" I asked Mattie.

"Huh? Oh yeah, alright," she replied, seeming slightly off with the fairies.

"We'll come too," Jason said. He and Anna came into the room.

"Right...you two are on babysitting duty," I said pointing at Claire and JF.

"Meh...whatever..." JF replied. "It's only Mitch and Jen isn't it?" I nodded.
"See ya when you come back... "

***

Bianca's POV

I wonder which button is the one for painkillers?

Ahem...it would be that green one that says nurse dumbass!...

Shuddup!

"You okay Bee? You look your having a fight with someone..." Trent said.

"I am..." I muttered.

"Fight with your conscience?" he asked grinning at the thought.

"Yeah...how'd you know?" I asked.

"I had fights with my conscience all the time when he had me and Amanda...plus you're kinda muttering things..." he said.

I went as red as a tomato. "Am not," I said, proving I was winning a losing battle.

"Dude! You're like having both sides of the conversation!" he protested.

Okay, so maybe he had a point.

"Alright you win..." I said, giving up and causing him to grin triumphantly.

"I always do," he laughed, ducking as I swiped at his head.

"Hey Uncle Tré," I said as I watched him, Mattie, Jason and Anna come through the door. "Where's the others?"

"Well incase you haven't noticed in your potentially doped up state...the majority of people that live in our house are here." He said.

"Oh yeah," I giggled, realizing that the room was infact quite full.

"Billie and Adie are giving Jake a talking to...and Claire and JF are 'watching' Mitch and Jen," he finished.

"What do you mean 'watching'?" I asked, slightly confused at what he meant.

"Think about it..." Dad giggled. "They say they aren't as bad as R1 and R2 over here...but, I think you might be able to imagine what they could be doing instead of watching Mitch and Jen... "

"Oh right..." I said making the connection. "Break it up!" I laughed, throwing a pillow at Ronnie who's face was suctioned to Rachel's. "I don't want any more cousins' thanks," I joked, as they both gave me dirty looks.

"Oh shuddup!" he laughed launching himself at my right leg. It was like the only part of me that wasn't injured.

"Stop! it hurts to laugh..." I pouted.

"Party pooper," he giggled, detaching himself from my leg.

"Well I am in the hospital..." I countered.

"Shouldn't stop us from attacking your healthy parts..." Rachel giggled.

Everyone stayed for a bit longer, but because it was late when they got here, everyone started getting tired and yawning their heads off.

"Go get your sleepy asses to bed!" I exclaimed, causing them all to jump slightly.

"You'll be okay?" Dad asked.

"Daddy I'm in a hospital...of course I'll be fine. Now get the hell out and let me sleep!"

"Alright, alright! Jeez don't your undies in a knot!" Joey said in mock frustration.

Everyone left and I was left all by myself. I turned off all the lights and the TV before snuggling down in the bed and drifting off into a much needed sleep. Unfortunately during my much needed sleep...I had a nightmare...

Flashback...

I can't believe I'm feeling sick on my prom night! This sucks hard core man...

Oh just shut up and sit down before you pass out...

I sat on a bench just outside the gym and put my head in my hands. This would pass eventually, I just needed some air. I took a few deep shaky breaths and leaned my head back against the wall.

Someone has to have spiked the punch or something...

If someone did...wouldn't there be more people sitting out here with you?

Fucking conscience! Shut the hell up!

I groaned slightly and imagined myself to be a nice shade of green. I was just about to call Emma and tell her that I was probably gonna be outside for a while, when I noticed a big black van pull up.

"Probably the band..." I muttered to myself as I pulled my cell out of my handbag.

I hardly noticed the men in black until they were right next to me.

"What the fuck?" I asked, confused until a gloved hand was clamped over my mouth. Shit! I was being kidnapped...

I began kicking out at the man, but he had my arms pinned behind my back and my screams were muffled by his hand. No one was gonna hear me...

***

"Urrgh..." I groaned, sitting myself up slightly. It wasn't easy seeing as I had my hands tied behind my back and a blindfold over my eyes.

Where the bloody hell were they taking me?

Ummm...somewhere other than the Prom obviously...

Well duh...I thought I told you to shut up?

It was then I heard not one, but two voices faintly from the front of the van. I scooted a bit closer so that I could listen a bit better.

"When we get there...you are to leave immediately and get rid of the van..." one voice said.

"Yes sir," the other voice, the driver of the van I think, said almost too eagerly.

"I will do what I have to do to her when we get there...I may kill her...I may not... you are not to contact me...I will contact you... "

Holy fuck! This guy was planning to kill me?

Well that's what he said isn't it?...

Fuck you! Stupid Conscience!

The van then came to an abrupt stop. Shit! He's gonna kill me...I know it...

End Flashback

***

"Bee! Wake up...you're having a bad dream..."

My eyes sprung open and I was in a cold sweat.

"Hey...you alright?" Joey asked. He was sitting next to my bed, and I kind of noticed that I had a death grip on his hand.

"Oops...sorry..." I said releasing his hand.

"Tis okay..." he said pulling it back and cracking his knuckles. "What's wrong? Did you have a bad dream?"

"Mmmm hmmmm..." I nodded. "I'm alright now though...seeing as I'm awake and all..." I finished, giggling. I looked around and noticed that he was the only one here. "How come you're here by yourself?" I asked quirking an eyebrow.

"I...well...you see....." he stuttered.

"Joey...spit it out before I have to squeeze it outta you!"

"I came because I wanted to make sure you were okay..." he said almost in one breath. "You should have seen how quick I came when Trent called and said you were missing..." he said laughing, and trying to hide the fact that his cheeks were bright red.

"How much sleep did you get?" I asked, not buying his story.

"About 6 hours..." he mumbled. "But I have coffee!" he said triumphantly, holding up his super large Starbucks cup.

"Like that's gonna help when your passed out and drooling on my leg!" I retaliated. I knew that I had got him there. He knew he drooled when he slept, and so did everyone else.

I giggled and realized that it hurt like hell.

Why didn't hurt last night as much as it does now?

To put it simply...you were high on painkillers last night...

Okay...what do I do to get rid of you for good? You're getting on my fucking nerves!

I crinkled my face up in pain and rubbed slightly at my jaw.

"Does it hurt?" Joey asked, also screwing his face up. I nodded. "Want me to kiss it better?" he asked, grinning like a five year old.

Was Joey hitting on me? Does he like me?

Quite possibly...it's not like it's totally wrong...you're not actually related remember?

Yeah I know that...but what about Steph?

I nodded as a signal that he could. Hell, anything to make me feel slightly better was gonna be welcomed that's for sure.

He crawled onto the side of the bed, and leaned in placing little kisses up and down my jaw line...it didn't hurt, but it definitely tickled.

"Better?" he whispered in my ear. I nodded and he continued.

"What the bloody hell?"

Shit...neither of us wanted to hear that. I looked over at the door and saw Steph looking like a thundercloud and Trent and Emma standing there with huge grins on their faces.

"Steph wait!" Joey called rushing out of the room after his angered girlfriend.

"Since when?" was the only thing that Trent and Emma said to me as they walked over to the bed.

"About two minutes ago..." I said not sure of what else to say and looking glumly at the sheets.

***

Joey's POV

"Steph wait!" I called, running down the hall way after her. She sure could run fast when she was angry.

"Why should I Joey?" she yelled over her shoulder. "Why don't you just go back to her?"

"Steph just stop! At least let me fucking explain!" I hollered back, earning a few looks from the nurses at the nurse's station that I had just passed.

She slowed down and I assumed that meant she was actually gonna listen even if she didn't believe me. Our relationship was already rocky...so I was also assuming that this could send it spiraling into the black hole in Bee's arm, never to return again.

"It was nothing...she was in pain...shit! I've known her since she was born!...she's like my sister sometimes...I know that that doesn't really excuse it or anything...but I had to let you know...even if it means were over..." I finished telling her what I wanted to and fell into a chair that was conveniently beside me.

To tell you the truth, I had always liked Bee...I just never did anything about it because I was scared that she would reject me or think it was weird or something...but of course I didn't tell Steph that.

"I cant trust you anymore Joey...this kinda thing has happened too much already...I cant deal with it anymore...I'm sorry...but we cant be together...it's not going to work..." she trailed off and left the room.

Okay...that wasn't so hard...I brought it on myself I guess...

Oh tear...get back to Bianca!! Don't break her heart as well...she likes you too ya know...

She does?

Yes! Now get back there!

I certainly didn't need telling twice and bolted from the chair I was in.

***

"Bianca! I have something I need to tell you," I panted as I bashed through the door. All three of the occupants in the room looked at me expectantly.

"Without you two," I said pointing between Emma and Trent and then pointing to the door.

They both gave me dirty looks and went outside the room. Almost immediately, Trent shoved his face up against the glass in an attempt to know what was going on. I closed the curtains and laughed as he flipped me off.

"So...you were gonna tell me something?" she asked. I then remembered why I came back in such a hurry.

"Well two things actually..." I said, pausing slightly and taking a breath before continuing. "The first thing is... me and Steph broke up...she took what she saw before as the final straw in our relationship. The second thing is...I have to tell you how I really feel about you..."

"Go on..." she said. Okay she didn't seem weirded out or anything just yet, so I felt confident to go on.

"Fuck it! I'm just going to show you..." I concluded, rushing over to the side of the bed and standing awkwardly for a second.

I got over my nerves in a hurry and gently cupped both sides of her face and brought my face down. She raised her eyebrows in shock and realisation of what was going to happen. But I had to do this now before I chickened out.

I slowly brought our lips together in a gentle kiss so I didn't hurt her. I can't say that I wasn't a little bit shocked when she kissed back.

Yay! She likes me back!

No shit ya idiot!

"So it's not only me..." I muttered as I pulled back.

"You bet your sweet ass its not..." she grinned.

"For how long..." I asked as I sat next to her on her bed.

"Ever since we started getting closer after Amanda died...I didn't know how to react to it. I thought you might think I was weird or something..." she explained.

"Well if you're weird...I'm sure as hell delusional..." I laughed, and suddenly all the tension in room was released.

"Are you two together yet?" we heard asked from the door.

We turned around and mom was standing there with a huge grin on her face.

"You are so embarrassing sometimes...you know that?" I laughed as she came over to the bed.

"Yes, but that's why I'm your mother...we're meant to be embarrassing darling..."
She grinned some more while I rolled my eyes. "Can the others come in yet? They said they've been standing out there for awhile..."

I looked at Bee quickly...a silent understanding passing between us. We were together...and we would tell people about it if they asked.

"Yeah alright..." I said, sitting cross legged on the bed and rubbing at my half sleepy eyes.

Everyone outside must have heard me, because a few seconds later people were rushing into the room.

"I want details woman!" Emma giggled as she pushed me off the bed so she could sit down with Bee.

"You spineless bastard..." Dad joked. "You get that from your mother," He concluded, ducking when she swatted at the back of his head.

"You break her heart...I'll break your neck..." Uncle Mike said, trying to sound like an Italian mafia boss and succeeding.

I backed into a corner and stayed there for a while. I hardly knew what was happening until I heard her call out.

"Joey! I can come home!"

"That's awesome," I said moving through the group of people to get to her. "When?"

"Like now!" she said excitedly.

Everyone else took the hint at that and started shuffling about the room, getting ready to travel home.

***

"And here at Hotel Green Day, we have personal room service 24 hours of the day..." I said imitating a hotel concierge as best as I could.

"Thank you sir..." she giggled, trying not to face plant it on her crutches as she made her way to the couch in the living room. "I'll keep that in mind."

"You need anything?" I asked as she finally made it to the couch and maneuvered herself to sit down, her crutches falling to the floor.

"No...but it hurts..." she pouted. "Kiss it better?" she asked hopefully.

"Where does it hurt?" I asked, pretending to be totally clueless.

"There..." she said, pointing at her ankle. I smiled and lifted her sweat pants up slightly, revealing the top of her cast. I placed light kisses all round the front of her ankle. "Here..." she giggled, pointing at the bandage on her arm. I grinned and grabbed her hand, placing kisses on it all the way to her shoulder. "And here..." she whispered, pointing at her jaw. She traced along it with her finger and I followed suit with kisses. I finally kissed her dead on the lips and she grinned.

"Better?" I asked as I pulled away.

"Much..." she said smiling. "Come watch cartoons with me!" she said suddenly, her face lighting up.

I laughed and sat on the couch, her head resting in my lap.

"Don't try any funny business kid...I have my green eye on you..." I heard Emma say from the other room.

I held my hands up in mock defense, knowing that just about everyone else would be watching us from the kitchen. Bee giggled and tried not to fall off the couch in the process.

***

Jakob's POV

Okay, sure that's all nice for them and whatever... but isn't it weird?...I mean Bianca is like our sister....

That doesn't appear to affect Joey does it? I mean look at them...

Ewwww! I didn't need to see that...

Dude! You're like 17! That shouldn't gross you out anymore!

Yeah....it doesn't usually...but I don't need to see my own brother doing it!

Oh get over it! Leave the room if you have to!

Fine! Maybe I will...

So I did. Stupid fucking conscience. I hate it. It makes me feel so stupid sometimes. I bet everyone can tell when I'm having a fight with it, 'cause I'm sure my face screws up in frustration or whatever.

I'm lucky I've only had fights with my conscience at home...

Yeah...otherwise you would have had the shit kicked outta of you more than once!

You don't know that!!

I'm your conscience...I know all...

Shut up!

"You okay sweetie?" mom asked. Bugger. I was caught out.

"Yeah I'm fine...just thinking," I said hoping to convince her and escape from the room in a hurry.

"About what?" she asked, continuing to make the sandwiches for our lunch.

"Just a test I have this week...I should probably go and study for it," I said rushing out of the room, thankful to have a valid excuse.

"What did ya do now squirt?" Bianca asked me. She and Emma always called me that. They might be older...but I'm taller.

"Huh? Oh nothing...just a test I need to study for..." I answered.

I feel like I'm off with the fairies...

You're always off with the fairies...

Hang on...what?

Told you so...

Told me what?

Just go upstairs and 'study' for your 'test' boyo!...

I frowned one last time and dashed upstairs to my room almost knocking Uncle Tre down in the process.

***

Tré's POV

"Jesus Jakob! Watch out buddy!" I called as the slightly hyper 17 year old ran past me.

I wonder what's up with him?

He's probably just realized he has a copy of Penthouse under his bed and he needs to...take care of himself...

Jeez...he's just like his father...

Only, he's actually managed to stay in school longer than Billie ever did... and you for that matter...

Okay true...but no need to insult me like that!

I screwed up my face and continued downstairs. I was trying to figure out a way for Mattie to come out with me and not have everyone else tag along. It was our 15th wedding anniversary tonight, and I was gonna ask her to marry me...again.

"Hey sweetie, can I talk to you?" I asked as I went into the kitchen. "Alone," I added, giggling as Billie, Adie, Sammy, Jason, Mikey, Jason, Ronnie, Annaliese, Rachel and Claire looked expectantly at us.

"Okay sure," she said giggling also and putting down the tomato she was slicing.

"What are your plans for this evening?" I asked when we were free from prying ears.

"Well MTV looks good tonight...but apart from that nothing. Why?" she asked, cocking an eyebrow and giving me a look.

"Are you telling me that I'm the one that remembered our anniversary this year?" I questioned, slight disbelief and joy in my tone of voice.

"No...I remembered..." she said her eyes going wide and trying to convince me.

"Sure you did. MTV is gonna have to wait. I'm taking you out tonight," I said.

"Ooooohhh! Where are we going?" she asked.

"You'll see when we get there. Just make sure your dressed and ready to go at 7 ok?" I said.

"Okay..." she trailed off, heading back into the kitchen.

"Trent!!" I hollered as I bolted upstairs.

"What?!" came the slightly bored and pissed off reply.

"I need you to help me..." I began barging into his room.

"Go on..." he yawned. How he could be tired at twelve in the afternoon, I have no clue.

"Well tonight's your mom and mine's 15th wedding anniversary right? And I'm asking her to marry me, again...I need you to help me decide what to wear!" I said, looking at him with desperation.

"I don't really have a sense of style dad..." Okay so maybe he had a point. But at least he might be able to colour coordinate me or something...I'm hopeless sometimes without a stylist.

"Dammit Trent! I just need you to make sure that I match! I don't need you to dress me!" I said becoming slightly exasperated.

"Okay! Jesus, don't get your boxers in a knot..." he said following me into our bedroom. "Let's have a look at what you've got..." he trailed off opening the cupboard and rifling through the assortment of pants, jackets and shirts that I had.

"Wear this...that...and these..." he said throwing out a purple shirt, black pants and a black blazer, which was actually the blazer I wore at our first wedding.

"Are you able to pull this altogether by yourself?" he asked. I nodded. "Just make sure you wear black shoes," he stated, before leaving the room.

Okay...action stations...

You do realize you have like 6 hours right?

Oh yeah...lunchtime then!

I packed the clothes neatly before heading downstairs for lunch.

***

"Bugger dinner...let's play army now..." Mattie purred as she came down the stairs.

"As much as I'd love to babe...we have dinner reservations," I said, checking my hair one last time before walking out the door. "Come on..." I laughed, as I realized she wasn't following me and grabbed her hand.

"Where are you taking me?" she pressed as we finally made it to the car and got on our way.

"You've been married to me for 15 years and you still don't get it. You'll find out once we get there" I said giving her one of my trademark smirks.

"I despise you..." she giggled trying to make me believe she was angry.

***

"We're here now. You can stop whining." I said as we pulled up at one of the swankiest restaurants in town. It was called Nicky's. We never went there much anymore, but it had a special significance to us...it was Amanda's favourite restaurant before she died.

"Aw! Thank you sweetie!" she cooed.

"Jeez. Let us get in the front door first. There's more greatness inside." I said winking at her.

***

"You didn't!" she said in complete and utter shock as the band mounted the stage. They were a little jazz band that played covers of all kinds of songs and they were at both our wedding and when I proposed to her the first time.

"Well it looks like I did..." I countered.

Man she's stating the obvious tonight...

She's just in shock...she'll get over it...

"Come dance," I said dragging her behind me and not really giving her a say in the matter.

"Thank you..." she said after several minutes of dancing in silence.

"For what?" I queried, laughing a little.

"For all this...you spoil me," she said smiling.

I'm glad she thinks that...she deserves it...

Gag! Sorry what?

Fuckin conscience...shut up!

"You deserve it baby. After all, you've had to put up with me for more than 15 years haven't ya?"

"Damn straight I deserve it!" she laughed. "But I still love you...even after all that time."