How Will We End?

The Days That Flew Away

Jay's POV
*After a week and 5 days*
I held onto my pillow as I whimpered and cried. I had woken up from a nightmare calling for Taylor, but he wasn't there. I hadn't heard from him since he left, and I knew I wouldn't until he got back. I stared out the window for a few minuets before pulling on a sweater and walking out on the balcony. I sat on the floor and sighed, "I miss you" I mumbled to myself. I stayed out on the balcony thinking about Taylor and Alexander until my cell phone ringing broke the silence. I went inside, shut the balcony door, and answered my phone. "Hello?" I asked, I could hear Alexander on the other line fumbling over his words then Dwayne took the phone. "Jay?" He asked. "Dwayne what is it? Did something happen?" I asked worriedly. I heard Dwayne sigh on the other end, "We got a phone call not to long ago, there was an emergency and Taylor and a few others were sent out with other marines to help settle everything down. Taylor doesn't know what is going on, all he knows is that they picked the top few and told them they were going out." Alexander then took the phone back from Dwayne, "Listen J-Jay it would be best for y-you to come home." Alexander said quietly. It was obvious that there was something they weren't telling me, "Alright" I said. My voice cracked and I tried to hide the fact that tears were streaming down my face. I hung up the phone after that and by then the sun had risen.
I cleaned up, got dressed, packs my things, then I left the hotel. I left everything except my phone in my room, I was going to see my father...
I sat in the back seat of the 'cab' and just thought about how the days that I had been here had flown by so quickly. Before I knew it we were in front of the run-down house. I thanked the man who had drove me and watched as he drive away. I took a deep breath and walked towards the front door.
Before I could knock on the door, my father opened the door. "I knew you'd come back. You'd never abandon your father." He said with a smile. I shook my head, "actually I'm only here to tell you goodbye. I won't be coming back after this." I stated. My father stared at me and I shifted uncomfortably. "Pfft HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! You sure are a funny girl! Now it's lunch time so get to cookin. That is unless you want a good lashin." My father said. I glared at him, "You don't get it do you old man! I'm not staying, after I leave here I'm going and getting my bags and then I'm leaving. I'm going back to my actual home!" I yelled. My father slapped me and pushed me off the porch. "You're a spoiled brat, now I don't know who taught you that it's right to yell at your father ,but when I find out who I'll just have to teach them to!" My father yelled back. I stood up and dusted off my clothes, "Good bye." I said and then walked away. As I walked I called a cab. I could hear my father yelling as he stumbled after me

After I arrived back at the hotel I grabbed my bags and checked out of the hotel. I smiled as I boarded my plane. I watched out the window as Tennessee faded. "There's one less thing I have to worry about" I whispered to myself.