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Chapter 2 (v.1) - Jenna

Submitted: June 09, 2013

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Submitted: June 09, 2013



CHAPTER 2: Jenna


While driving back home we all felt the tension in the car. Except mom, she could barely feel her own ribs. When we finally got home I dropped all the stuff in the living room and locked myself in my room. I was feeling so much hatred inside my heart and mind. In fact, I never thought one could feel so much hate for another person. Guy was that one person that if I had the power to vanish from this Earth, I would do it with the snap of a finger.

I was so lonely. At one point I started feeling guilty of not helping my mother even if she got mad. I decided to go see get some ice cream at the place where I work.  I walked out of the house while Guy looked at me cross eyed. He always looked at me like that, like if he wanted something bad to happen to me. But I had no worries; his bad wishes for me were not even close to my bad wishes for him.  When I finally got to the Ice Cream shop, I saw Jenna standing outside.  She was eating a small frozen yogurt, and was standing right next to the entrance, so I couldn’t avoid her.


I grabbed on to the door knob and pulled the door towards myself to open it but I was interrupted by a sweet, “Hey Michael, what’s up?” I turned to Jenna to meet my eyes with her gentle smile. I said, “Nothing really, how about you?” “Well, Mike, I was headed to a friend’s house just around the block, there is going to be a small party.” “Oh, cool, Jenna…I hope you have fun.” She looked at me like “is that all?” and then she asked, “So do you want to come?” “Um, yeah, sure, okay” I said. 

We walked a block to her friend’s house and it was pretty big. I was a bit nervous because I didn’t know who her friend was but I still managed to get over it. The inside of the house was very neat, but the scent of cigars and drunken teenagers took some of the cleanness away.  I sat in this leather couch that was placed right in front of their huge flat screen. I felt a hint of envy rush through my veins. It didn’t seem fair to me that some people could afford all these extra things and other people like me and my mom had to live under the wing of a man like Guy.

Jenna’s friend’s name was Carlos. He was in high school too; I think I had seen him in some of my classes before. He served us some drinks. It had alcohol in it. I told them I didn’t drink. He said, “Bro, drink some, what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.” I laughed and drank. But as I drank I had this weird thought to my head, “What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.” Does this mean that mom and I are making Guy stronger by not killing him? I know it sounds insane, but if you really listen to it…it makes perfect sense.  

Anyway, I think Jenna was starting to like me back. Even though I knew that I wanted to keep my family a secret from her, I felt like I could tell her and she would understand. Like I could share anything with her and she would help me. But still, I wouldn’t tell her anything about my screwed up life…I don’t want her thinking I am desperate, though I am.

We walked home about an hour later. She was resting her head on my shoulder as we approached my door. She asked, “Hey, maybe I could go inside, have your parents got home from South America yet?”  “Yeah, they got here today” I remarked while I looked around suspiciously. She smiled and continued, “Oh, I thought maybe we would be alone, but okay, tell your mom and dad I said hi…good bye Mike”.  We gave each other a brief hug while I said “I’ll tell them.” She walked away as I went back in my house. Who knows what I would find myself with today. 

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