Home is Where the Heart is

Chapter 21

We were on the ski lift. And it stop! Jack was laughing at me, freaking out. "Jack! It's not funny!" I screamed at him. He stopped and put his hand on my cold cheek. His warm lips touch mine. We both pulled away. "I love you!" I said smiling.

"I love you too!" He said leaning in again. I kissed this time and it was perfect. Love is the strongest word I've ever said.

After we got off the lift. We finished snowboarding and headed by home. I put my head on Kennedy shower and fell asleep. When we got home, Kennedy and I went upstairs to my messy room and fell asleep again.

Few Hours Later

I woke up to music and opened my door. Alexis was dance down a hallway with a random guy. Kennedy stood next to me and we both looked out again. "What is going on?" she asked me.

"I don't know." I said opening the door more. We both walked downstairs together. I see Jack, turning off the music and Lucas coming back to turn it on. I ran to the music but someone grab me.

It was Jakob Rehart well, he an asshole. I could tell he was drunk because he smelled bad. I tried to get out his arms. He had a tight grip on me. "Let go of me!" I yelled on top of the music. I feel someone touch me. I turn and see Jack. He does not look happy. Jack grab me out of Jakob's hands. Jack punched Jakob in the face.

"Jennifer go!" Jack said pushing me away. I ran upstairs with Kennedy. We can hear people yelling. I open one of the door. I hear Kennedy scream. I turn and see Sophia on the floor.

"Call 911!" I told Kennedy. I ran to Sophia and started shaking Sophia.

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Jack, Kennedy, Ethan and I were sitting in the waiting room. Alexis and Lucas were under arrest for throwing a party. We all are getting sent home early. No one really cares right now. Sophia lost her baby. She still in the emergency room.

We all look up and see the doctor coming to us. He didn't look happy. Ethan got up first.

"I'm sorry but..." I toned the doctor out. I put my hand on my face. My best friend died from drinking. I cried into my hands. It's all my fault and I can't do anything about it.