Broken Home - Chapter Eight

I woke up the next morning thinking about last night. For some reason, I started to feel like maybe it was a mistake. I don't think I should have kissed Jake. I never should have invited him over in the first place. What if things didn't work out? They surly won't once he really gets to know my family. I was frustrated. I sat up and flipped my feet over the side of my bed. I stretched my arms in the air and yawned. I glanced at the clock. Noon. Jake and Josh would be at school already. I took a shower and got dressed in my blue and yellow stripped pajama pants and yellow tank top, Yes, today would be a chill day for me. I walked into my room and sat down at my Vanity mirror to do my make up. I only put a little on, because I didn't feel like over doing it today.Sighing, I stood up and walked downstairs slowly, listening to see if mom and dad were home. They were. I could hear them arguing. About me.

"I don't like her just sitting at home by herself. Imagine all the trouble she could be causing!" My mom yelled. I heard my dad groan.
" Really, what is she going to do Jessica? She's on house arrest for the love of God!" He yelled back at her. I sat down on the steps where they couldn't see my and pressed my head against one of the wooden rails.

"Well just because she's on house arrest doesn't mean she still can't get in trouble! She can let people come over and party and everything while were gone. You know that is what she is all about now. It's ridiculous really, sometimes I just want to kick her out of our house. It would be so much easier." I heard my mom say.

"Yeah, well here in a couple months, she'll be eighteen, and she can find her own place to stay. She's out of this house, I want her gone as soon as possible so we can be a happy family again. Shes caused nothing but problems." Dad said annoyed.

I was sitting there, and I could feel the tears come to my eyes, but I didn't dare cry. I wasn't going to cry over them anymore. Even if I did love them. This show'd me how unsmart it is to love people. I may be with Jake, but I won't ever begin to love him.

I walked downstairs a couple of minutes later. I went into the kitchen and walked past them to the fridge. I opened it and grabbed a pepsi. I turned around and walked past them without looking at them. There was nothing but silence. I walked back up the steps, pausing at the top.

"Do you think she heard us talking?" My mom asked. I sighed.
"Since when do you care about her?" My dad ask. I heard him walk toward the door and walk out. Going to work. A few minutes later after mom found her keys she left too. Nobody said goodbye. I stood there for a minute. I didn't even do anything this morning, what had brought that argument on? Did they just argue about me even if I was doing good? It wasn't fair that they acted like this for no reason. I decided I was going to talk to them about it this evening. I was so upset now. My day had started off bad. I didn't realize this was just the beginning.

I frowned and walked into my room. I laid down on my bed and gulped down some of my pepsi. I sighed and turned on my TV that was mounted on the wall above my Vanity table. I turned on a random channel and stared out the window. I was so annoyed. I try to be a good child, and they still hate me. I sat up and sat in the window seal. The sun was bright, but there was a slight drizzle. I sighed. Why should I continue to try to be good if it doesn't even mean anything. I realized at that moment that no matter what I did, my parents would always hate me because I'm me. The one thing I can't change. I sighed. I could feel the tears welling up again, but I held them back again. I wasn't going to cry. I would leave as soon as I was eighteen. I would leave my mom, dad, Josh...Jake. I would leave them all behind and move away somewhere to start my own life.

I woke up leaning against the window. I fell asleep again. Gah, what was with me always sleeping these days? I thought I had heard something. I hopped out of my bed and ran downstairs.

Sure enough I heard knocking. I glanced at the clock. It was three thirty. Where was Josh? I sighed and ran my hands through my hair. I went to the door and opened it. There stood Jake. He smiled at me and then leaned down and kissed me on the cheek. I looked at his out fit. Blue jeans with a tight yellow American Eagle hoodie. He looked amazing. I thought about what I had been thinking about upstairs. Maybe I should leave him now? Should I explain things, or just leave him? I was confused. I looked back up at him. He was smiling such a beautiful smile at me, I had to explain what was going on. He was looking into my eyes, not saying anything. Just looking at me. I saw his eyebrows scrunch together in concern. I need to let him know everything.That I would only be here for a few more months. I took a deep breath.

"Kassii, is something wrong? You don't look okay. What's going on?" He asked me putting his arms around me. I felt like crying. I took another breath.
"Jake, would you come inside please? We need to talk." I said pulling on his hand and leading him inside. What was I doing? My mind screamed at me. I had to, I couldn't lead Jake on any longer. If only he knew how hard this would be.