Chapter Six:

Jake:

I couldn't sleep all night when I still felt her on my body and my lips and thta drove me crazy. Those blue eyes thta stared at me with mixed emotions were like a storm that swept me off my feet. I felt like I was on the verge to explode with desire and need. God, I needed her so bad and not in just sexual way. I needed her in every possible way.

So I twisted and turn in my bed all night, pulling my hair from the roots, not just from the lust I felt towards her, but the anger she ignited inside me the second she acted like there's nothing between us, like we've never met before. I fell for her so bad and the second she pushed me away, something inside me snapped.

"Dude, you're gonna break that key." my best friend Derek said to me and pulled me out of my thoughts.

How could I tell him I fell so bad for his sister?! Fuck me!

"You're overthinking, bro." he said and sat on the chair next to his mustang.

Was I? Yep!

I drop my car key and rub my face with my hands, then again started to pull my hair, feeling slight pain, with the intention that the physical pain will replaced the pain in my heart.

"Why is she such a bitch?" I groaned and pulled my hair harder.

"Who? Jade? I told you not to bang her, bro, but you never listen."

"I'm not talking about Jade. I'm talking about Tiffany."

Derek looked at me a little confused, then he raised an eyebrow and tilted his head on one side.

"Are you talking about a bitch you met at the club or..." it's like he knew I was talking about his sister. He knew me so dawm well, I was afraid he'd kick my ass if he found out I love her.

"I went to her last night and she pushed me away like I was some kind of a scumbag." I groaned again desperately.

"First of all, you are a scumbag. Second of all why and how on earth you went to my sister?" he sounded confused and angry.

Never once for the past years I betrayed her hiding spot. I felt like I owed that to her, the love of my life... My love...

I pulled my hair again, groaned at the top of my lungs and slammed my fists on the hood of my Aston Martin DB9.

"We were so close, Derek." the second my words leave my mouth I wanted to face palm myself. "I mean the three of us." I don't know how to tell him Tiffany and I were close. And how could I? He'd punch me in the face if he found out how I feel towards his sister.

"Yeah, sure." he mumbled and crossed his arms in front of his chest. "You act like a love sick bitch." his words startled me and I lost my breath. If he found out the truth, I'd be a dead man.

"She acted like she didn't know me, bro." I complained and groaned again. "What's with her?!"

Derek dropped the tool beside his right leg and released a deep breath. He looked nervous. The guy who was tupid enough to let his own dad arrest him, that same guy looked nervous for the second time in his life.

"Dude, she just..." he opened his mouth, then closed it. "She's been through a lot."

I looked at him with confusion on my face. But his words kicked me right in the chest. For the past three years I blammed her for leaving me, called her names, but never once I dared to ask my best friend, her brother, how is she doing in L.A. Now I realize what a selfish bastard I was.

"What do you mean?" I could feel the coming panic inside me.

Derek released a deep breath and dropped his gaze at his hands.

"I'm not supposed to tell you. I promised mom and dad not to say a word, because we didn't want to end up on Page Six or something like that."

I just started at him with my heart hammering hard inside my chest, afraid of what he was about to say.

"I should tell you. I should've done that before, but I didn't want to bother you with more of my family shit."

"Dude, we're brothers. You can tell me anything at any time."

He released a deep breath then looked at me with such seriousness that stabbed me right in the heart.

"Two years ago Tiffany, her boyfriend Brandon and two other friends of hers went on a concert. On the way back a drunk driver hit their car." my heart stopped right there and I felt cold shivers run through my body. "Tiffany was in a coma for two weeks." that was a bomb that blew me away. "Doctors couldn't tell during those two weeks how bad her brain was damaged. They didn't know if she could talk or if she could be disabled in some way." his words continued the assault of my soul. "When she finally woke up, that's when hell unleashed."

"What happened?" I barely spoke. My mouth was dry and I could feel my heart beating in my throat.

"She couldn't remember anything." that was the final bomb that ended my life. "She couldn't remember us, who she was."

My mind was blank. I felt dead inside. I just needed to hold her at this exact moment. I wish she was here with us so I could kiss her and heal her.

"It took her a whole year to remember, Jake." my ears started to ring. The cold chills were replaced by a burning anger towards the person who's countable for her condition. "We thought she remembered everything. But yesterday, when she arrived, it turned out there are still things she can't remember, you, Isabelle, Jade and our other friends. People she's supposed to know."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I tried to deny it, but i couldn't. I missed her so much for the past years and when I thought I needed her the most, it turned out she needed me more.

I can't let her go. Not this time. I need to fight for her, for us. She's the missing piece of my heart.

I rubbed my face with my hands and groaned for the billionth time.

"She needs more time, Jake. I'm sure she will remember."

"Why did you have to hide such thing? We're best friends, dude!"

I have to be there for her if I want her to come back to me.

"Now you know." he mumbled and released a long deep breath.

"Listen, if you need anything, a help or whatever, I'm here." I assured him. I couldn't let her slip through my fingers again.

"Mom booked a doctor's appointment for today. I don't know how to tell my sister that. It's the last thing she wants to deal with right now." I could only imagine.

Tiffant was used to do things in her own, be independent. She always denied help. It made her feel week, something she despised.

"I was supposed to take her, but my car is broken plus grandpa needs me in the office for an emergency meeting." Derek groaned and kicked the empty oil can.

"I can take her." the words slipped through my lips faster than the speed of light. And I kent what I said.

"I don't want to bother you, bro."

"Derek! I can take her!" I stood behind my words.

Derek stayed quiet for a few seconds then he dropped his head in defeat. He knew hre didn't have any choice. Plus he didn't trust Hannah or Taylor to do such thing.

"Alright. But go inside with her. If she goes in alone she'll hide what the doctor says. She did that a few times through the past year." he warned me.

"You can count on me."

I still can't believe I acted like such a dick last night. She's so fragile. She's always been. And she's the most gentle angel in the world. When I was in her arms and she in mine, I felt warmth, care and love. That was the only thing that kept me sane.

Mom and dad split up when I was 10. He liked to hit her, until she filed a report against him. After that until this day I barely see him once a year. That son of a bitch. He broke me. And when I was with my baby doll, I forgot about my shitty life, I forgot about my problems. She was my salvation. And when she left, she left a big gap in my heart as well.

And what else am I regretting is that I tried to find someone else to full the emptiness inside me. I fucked around with girls, trying to convince myself I didn't need her. But they didn't feel like her under my touch, they didn't kiss me the way she did, they didn't hold me the way she did, they didn't want to hear about my day. The loneliness drove me crazy for years. I was jumping from one emotion to another.

A year later after our first kiss I got my ass so drunk that I went to a tattoo shop and tattooed her name under my heart. I wa so obsessed with her that I put every picture I had of her on the empty wall in my room, only it wasn't empty anymore after that. It was her wall.

And finally yesterday, I took a breath of her scent. It was so hypnotizing. I was... Am an addict and she is my drug.

"Oh, there she is." Derek interrupted my thoughts.

I turn around and lose my breath. Right there on the empty parking lot in front of the garage is standing the most beautiful creature. Her blond hair is straightened, but I always prefered her curls. She's dressed in skin tight jeans, fancy floral top and heels. Her beautiful face is covered in make up, something I really hate. But I don't give a fuck. She'll look beautiful in anything, even if she's dressed in garbage bag.

She's smiling widely at her brother. That's the most beautiful smile I've ever seen. I used to make her smile like that. But the smile disappears the second Derek opens his mouth.