*Creighton's pov*

"I missed you, Creighton," my mother said with her sweet voice. That sweet voice I haven't heard in almost 12 years. The sweet voice who left me with my father.

I glared at her and didn't say anything. She left me with him. I knew that I wanted her safe, but I wish she would have taken me with her.

"I am so sorry Creighton," she said and her eyes filled with tears. The green eyes that were a mirror image of mine looked broken.

"Mom," I said slowly. It felt weird saying those words. I hadn't called anyone mom in 12 years.

She bit her lip, I remember when I was young that she would do that a lot when she was nervous. It was almost like a reflex for her to automatically do it, even now.

"How did you find me?" I asked her. I mean, she could have come at any time to take me away from him. But she shows up now. When he is gone. When he isn't going to be able to hurt me anymore.

"The hospital looked at your information, and called me. I kept the same phone number, I knew your father would be too lazy to actually try to call me. He would gripe and complain but never look. I had to drive a couple hours to get here. Are you okay?"

"No thanks to you," I mumbled. I looked up at her and a tear escaped her eye. My heart sank.

"Mom, I'm sorry. Things have been hard on me."

"I'm so sorry I left you. I wish I could take it back. I wish I would have waited for you to come home. I am so sorry that I didn't. I didn't know that he would hurt you this bad. I figured it would be a little bit, just because he is an abusive asshole, but never this much. Then the doctors told me that you've had multiple broken bones before. Is that from him?" She said quickly with tears coming out of her eyes. It broke my heart that she was crying, but I couldn't forgive her that easy.

"Why? Why did you leave me?" I asked, avoiding her question.

"I-I thought it was the only day I could. I knew if I didn't leave that he would have killed me. He never left the house, but then he took you to go practice baseball, I seen my opportunity. I thought of you. I knew that he would hurt you a little, but to this magnitude, I didn't. He always boasted about you when you were little. He would say how you were good at baseball. I figured that he would love his son enough to not try and kill him," she hiccuped.

I sat there on my hospital bed processing what my mother just told me. There was no way I was ever good at baseball. But those memories before I came home to her leaving didn't exist.

"Please forgive me. I want to take you back with me. I want you to come with me." Her green eyes pleaded with me.

"Mom, I love you, I always have, I always will. But that doesn't mean I forgive you. It will take some time before I can forgive you," I said and I watched her face fall.

"I understand, but I will do anything to make it up to you," she said.

"Right now, I think I just want to sleep. I'm sorry," I told her earnestly.

She nodded and then got out a piece of paper and a pen.

"If you change your mind, this is my number. I love you, Creighton. I know I wasn't here to say it, but I do. I love you. I have never stopped thinking about you," she said softly and then handed me the piece of paper. I took it and watched her walk out of my hospital room. The tears that I had held back began to flow from my eyes.

I wanted that relationship with my mother. But I didn't trust anyone except for Alex and Abby. I held the number tightly in my hand and drifted off to sleep.

*******

*Jessamine's pov*

My alarm clock went off, and I slowly hit the snooze button. I turned over and tried to get a few extra minutes of sleep in.

But it didn't happen, because the alarm clock seemed to hate me and went off again.

I turned it off and then got up out of bed to do my hair, makeup, and put the contacts in. I sighed and began to do my makeup.

Personally I hated makeup, but my mother said, that it made me beautiful, and whatever my mother says goes. I slowly applied concealer to mask the slight bruise I still had from my mother. It was light enough for me not to put the entire container of it on.

I then started the process of curling my straight hair. My mother said that straight hair was boring, and that my hair had to be curly. I think everyone thought that my curls were natural but they definitely aren't.

It took awhile before my hair finally curled perfectly and then I put the annoying contacts in. Since when are blue eyes great? What's wrong with brown eyes? A lot of people have them.

My mind then drifted to Creighton's green eyes. I hated knowing that he was in the hospital. Although, today he is supposed to be released. He wasn't coming back to school though. I can't say I'm surprised. After seeing those injuries, I wouldn't think it was a good idea for him to come back. Joey would probably make him go right back to the hospital.

Seeing Creighton in the hospital made me realize that the feelings I had for him were never going to go away. I have liked him since I first saw him. If my mother hadn't made me leave him, I would still be best friends with him, and maybe even more.

I should have stood up to my mother, or told my dad what was going on. Maybe I could be the happy teenager. Maybe I would still have my best friend and not all of the catty bitches who pretend to be my friends just so their popularity status rises.

I shook my head, I didn't need to be thinking this hard in the morning. I came out of the bathroom, and got dressed. I then grabbed my bag. It was kind of hard to see, but I hadn't wore the contacts in a bit, so it wasn't as bad as normal.

I rushed out to my car and decided that, I was able to see enough to drive. If I couldn't see well, I refused to drive. I didn't want to die in a car accident.

I drove to school and pulled into my normal parking spot. I walked into the school, but instead of everyone flocking around me, everyone avoided me.

What was going on? This never happened, everyone always wanted to be close to me. I shrugged it off, I could get used to this.

I went to my first class of the day, which was Biology. I wanted to major in it, so I made sure to take this class. It was my favorite subject. I normal sat with my friend Layla, but she was sitting next to Jordan. I looked at her curiously but just shrugged my shoulders. I didn't really care. I went and sat next to Ryan. Ryan smiled at me, but there was something more to that smile. It looked devious.

"Well hello," he said, and I rolled my eyes at him. I didn't answer him, and waited for the teacher to come in and start teaching. Ryan started rubbing my back, and I glared at him. I jumped when he did it, and he smirked at me.

"What's on your mind, cutie? You're jumpy," he teased. He knew something about me, but what?

Just then the teacher walked in, and I thanked the universe for that. Ryan was getting on my nerves.

The class went by quickly, as it always does, and I rushed out of the room to avoid Ryan. I wasn't watching where I was going, and I ran into someone.

"I'm so-" I started but then stopped. It was Joey.

"What the fuck, babe? You haven't texted me at all," he said, with an angry look on his face.

"Sorry, I've been busy," I said and walked around him and went to my next class. The rest of the day, before lunch, was uneventful.

I walked into the cafeteria and got my food. I looked over and I seen Layla standing up on the table. What the hell?

"I have an announcement to make!" She yelled and everything in the cafeteria stopped. She was the center of attention.

"I'm sure all of you know our sweet Jessamine Parker, but there are some things that she has lied about," Layla's bitchy tone rang out.

I froze. Oh my god. She was outside of my house and seen me without my contacts, she seen my mother beat me.

The shock rang out among the student body and I looked around in fear.

"Our sweet Jessamine has lied about who she is. She doesn't have the perfect life. But I'll get to that in a minute. First let's start with her appearance. She wears color contacts! She has brown eyes, and I've seen her without her makeup. Let's just say that isn't a pretty sight." She stopped and smirked at me.

"Now her home life. You know how she says that she has the perfect home life? She's a liar! Her father is never home, and her mother doesn't love her. Not surprising, I mean, she is unlovable. Under her makeup are bruises from her mother beating her. Jessamine has lied to us!" Layla yelled, and I dropped my food.

Every student started yelling and my head started to spin.

"That lying bitch," voices rang out.

I ran out of the cafeteria and then ran out of the school. I got into my car and just sat there, refusing to do anything but cry. Tears flowed out of my eyes, like a damn just broke. I quickly took my contacts out and then sobbed. I never wanted anyone to know about my mother.

I lied about it, but why would anyone admit to it? I didn't want to admit to myself that my mother was beating me.

I calmed down enough to drive to where the only person was that would help me. It was a quick drive and I got out of the car. I walked up to the door slowly and took a deep breath. I knew I looked horrible, but I wanted to at least be able to talk.

I knocked on the door and stepped away a little bit. I waited for about two minutes before the door opened.

"Jessamine?" Alex asked me.

"Can I see Creighton?" I asked. My voice sounded broke and Alex nodded. He moved so I could enter his house and I wiped at my eyes desperately. I was just publicly humiliated in front of everyone in school. The thought finally sank in, and I realize what I was doing to Creighton at times. That made my heart break.

Alex led me back one of the rooms in his house. Right now I owed Alex. I was surprised he let me in. I hadn't exactly been nice to him.

He stopped at the one.

"Don't hurt him. I know you won't mean to, but he's been through a lot. Don't say anything to hurt him" Alex said to me.

"I won't. I promise. I'm sorry for all of those things that I said to you," I told him and he nodded. He gave me a slight smile and then opened the door. I walked in and seen Creighton laying in bed, reading a book.

He looked up and his eyes widened. I rushed over to him and hugged him lightly and cried into his shoulder. I missed him. I missed my rock.

Hey guys! So I know many of you have been waiting for this chapter! And because it took awhile there will be two options for an update goal. If the story gets 1.7K reads I will update OR if I get 25 votes on this chapter. If either of those happen, I will update.

Anyways guys...so do you ship Jeighton or Crabby? (Tried to think of another one for Abby and Creighton but that was all I could come up with).

Please comment what you think. It means the world to me when you guys do.