Letters to Houston(Completed)

Chapter Eleven

Still Jamie's point of view

“Sam, I love him!” I yelled from the stairway.

            “You don’t know what love is!” He screamed back at me.

            “Neither do you! That’s probably why Aunt J.J. left you!” I had begun a battle with that comment.

            “Jamie Allison Laurence!” He called up the steps at me. “You want to talk to me like that, then get the hell out of my house! You obviously live by your own rules”

            Little did he know I already began packing my bags.

            “I am!” When I finished packing my bags, I slung them over my shoulder, grabbed my cell phone, and ran back own the stairs.

            Uncle Sam grabbed my hurt arm. “And just so you know, you’re Aunt J.J. cheated on me!” He yelled right at my face.

            I resisted all temptation to scream, from how much he was hurting me. I pulled out of his grip. “Good!” I screamed back, and walked out the door.

            I grabbed my cellphone from my pocket.

            Houston,

            Come get me, I got kicked out.

            -J.

            I put my phone back in my pocket, and walked up the road towards Shane’s house. A few minutes later, I seen Shane pull up in his dad’s truck.

            He got out and wrapped his arms around me.

            “It’s okay. You can stay with me.” He smiled down at me.

            “I was planning on it…” Tears were rolling down my face.

            We got into the truck and rode to his house. When we got to his house I seen Shane’s dad outside. We got out of the truck, and lifted my bags from the bed of the truck.

            “Shane! Boy, that girl is more gorgeous then you explained her as!” His dad yelled from the front porch.

            “Thank you sir. I’m Jamie” I yelled up to him.

            “You’re welcome, I’m Timothy, I go by Tim.” He smiled.

            “Dad, she’s staying for a while. She got kicked out.” Shane looked down at me, still holding my bags.

            “No problem. My home is you’re home. Just watch out for old Riley, here. He’s protective of his territory”

            I looked up to see an old beagle lying on the porch, not a care in the world. I smiled at the “ferocious” animal. I made my way up on the porch and shook Tim’s hand. After I did that, Shane and I took my bags to his room, and laid them beside the closet.

            “We can put them away later, come here woman” He held his arms out and waited for me to come to him. 

            “No.” I stood there with my feet planted on the ground.

            “Get your little ass over here, before I have to come get you” He then sat on the bed and still had his arms held out.

            “Little? I thought my ass was a rather nice size” I teased.