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(Formally When There's No Where To Turn)16 year old Jennie McLain’s eyes flew open. Where was she? Certainly not in her warm bed at home. Darkness surrounded her. She could here faint noises from above. Locked in a kidnappers basement with 4 other prisoners, where do they go from here? View table of contents...


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Submitted:Aug 2, 2010    Reads: 192    Comments: 7    Likes: 1   


Chapter 12; Gosh, if I have to.

Sorry for the wait; the song Jennie sings is Cry by Faith Hill, check it out!

Landen's POV

I walked down the downstairs hallway into the empty bedroom. I come here to think a lot, and with everything that was going on right now, I needed to think. I sat down on the bed in the center of the room. Claire. I loved her so much, it almost hurt. I cheated on her. Betrayed her trust. Maybe if it was just a one night stand, no feelings involved, I could forgive myself. But with Jennie, how could there not be feelings? She was so amazing and I don't want to lose her. But if it came to the choice, Claire or Jennie, I would, without a doubt, pick Claire. I have to tell Claire about Jennie. She deserves to know. But would she ever forgive me?

I heard a knock and panicked when I saw bright pink toe nails under the door. I knew exactly who it was. Ray let her back here? I ran into the closet and left a small crack to see what she was doing in here.

Jennie's POV  (rewind to this morning)

"Jennie! Get in here!" Ray called out from his office. I rolled over, forgetting that I slept on the couch last night. I groaned when I hit the floor. "Coming!" I moaned and threw my hair up in a messy bun. I knocked on the door of Ray's office. "Yeah?" I asked, my voice still groggy. "Your guitar." I squeled excitedly and opened the door. Sure, it wasn't my guitar from home, but it would do. I picked it up and played a few of my favorite cords.

"Aren't you going to thank me?" He said it like I had hurt his ego. "Thank you for what? Making my life hell? Well, sure. Thanks for ruining my life." I snapped. I'm so tired of him acting like a God. He sighed as I left the room and slammed the door. I walked down the downstairs hallway, exploring the house. A few closets and finally a bedroom. I knocked on the door and got no answer. It wasn't Ray's, I already knew where that was. I stepped inside, my guitar in hand. I sat on the bed in the middle of the room.

"Landen, where ever you are, this is for you." I started to sing along to the soft hum of my guitar strings.

If I had just one tear running down your cheek maybe I could cope maybe I'd get some sleep. If I had just one moment at your expence maybe all my misery would be well spent. Could you cry a little? Lie just a little? Pretend that your feeling a little more pain? I gave, now I'm wanting something in return. So cry just a little for me. If your love could be caged, honey I would hold the key, and conceal it underneath the pot of lies you handed me. Give it up baby, I here your doing fine. Nothing's gonna save me, I can see it in your eyes. Some kind of heartache honey, give a try. I don't want pity, I just want what is mine. Could you cry a little? Lie just a little? Pretend that your feeling a little more pain? I gave, now I'm wanting something in return. So cry just a little for me. Could you cry just a little for me?

I couldn't continue the rest of the song. "Jennie?" I jumped. Landen. In the closet? I threw open the closet door. "What are you? I mean, I thought I was alone." Landen stared at me, tears in his eyes. "I'd cry all day long for you. I always have." He opened his arms and I ran into them. A goodbye, that's what I needed. I could get over him, maybe even learn to forgive him. "I want you to go and be happy with Claire. She deserves it." I whispered into his chest. We pulled apart and he wiped a tear from my cheek. "Tom likes you, you know. I can tell." He flashed me a weak smile. I smiled back as best as I could. "Jennie, I'd really like it if we stayed friends." I rolled my eyes dramatically. "Gosh, if I have to." I said sarcastically and gave Landen another hug. My mind wandered to Tom. "Go and talk to him." Landen said. I gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and went to find Tom.

I actually felt okay. No, Landen wasn't completely forgiven, but he would be eventually. "Tom!" I knocked on Gracie's bedroom door. Gracie answered. "Hey." Was all she said. Bloodshot eyes stared up at me. "Hey." I replied. I didn't really know what else to say. "Don't look so worried, I forgive you. I had always known there was something between you and Tom. When I saw you kissing, it just became very real to me. Like a realtiy check." I hugged her. "Your the best. How you holding up?" She laughed a bit. "Oh, I'm perfectly fine. I let go of Tom a long time ago. I've been crying because today is my mom's birthday. And I'm not there." I didn't say a word beyond that. Just simply hugged her as tight as possible and didn't let go.

"Well, I guess we have to take your mind off that, don't we?" I shot her a sneeky grin and dragged her to the kitchen. "What on Earth are we going to do in the kitchen?" She rolled her eyes when she saw me pull out a box of cards. "What? I'm going to teach you how to play hearts. Trust me, your going to learn from the best." I said, shuffling the cards. "Oh I know. Tom told me how you kicked his ass the other day." I laughed and started to deal. "Woah, woah, woah. I want in!" Tom pulled out the chair beside me and sat down. "Me too!" Landen called, sitting down beside Gracie. "Alright, fine. Get ready for your ass kicking boys."





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