No Matter What.. Part 8
There's something about her. There's always been something about her that you can't just help but feel as if you're lucky to have even met her. Grateful even. Sometimes it's what she does or how she acts, but in a general sense just the feeling I get from just talking to her somehow made me feel safe and secure. She always made me feel safe and wanted, just as if I actually matter and was important. That if I disappeared she'd go looking for me..
I'm getting off track here. You're about to find out about the first time I ever cried in front of her, and to her. I actually went for her for a shoulder to cry on, needing someone to hold me. It was completely out of character for me. I hate opening up and feeling as if I have to rely on someone. I don't let people in but for some reason with her, all my walls just came crashing down from the very moment I met her, from that very moment I knew she meant something to me.
It took a lot for me to go to her, and little by little after that it just became easier. After having her hold me and chase away all my fears a few times I automatically just went straight to her when I broke down. She always gave me the assurance she'd always be there, and never ever leave. She made it so easy to trust her. Easier than I thought possible.
Once again, getting off track. The point of all this is that when I went to her, I never expected for me to begin to confide and rely on her so fast. When she held me that night, I didn't think I would ever feel that safe again (of course thinking it'd never happen again). Anyways, enough getting off track here's what happened...
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I wake to hear yelling and a banging at a door down the hall. I slowly sit up and stretch before rubbing my face and trying to figure out what's going on. It takes me a few minutes to actually become coherent. I was at Natalie's until late last night because this weekend she's supposed to be going out of town to tour a campus. I see Sandy with her ears back and her head down as she lays at the foot of my bed growling softly. Frowning I stand up and stretch again before I gently kiss her head and rub it a few times before stepping out of my room to see what's going on.
"You're a compulsive liar and we can never get the truth out of you!" I see my grandfather yell at my brother "You and you're sisters are all alike, LYING to us with no remorse!"
"I'm not lying to you about anything" my brother says coolly
"Bullshit! I know you're smoking weed in your room!!"
"Have you seen me do it?"
"No, but it's something I just know! Your sister is a whore and you're a pothead! I don't have to see it to know!" he continues to yell
"I hope you're talking about Ashley because I'm not a whore" I say crossing my arms and butting in
My grandfather quickly turns to face me, with her face red and his body tensed. He takes a few steps towards me and points his finger at me, then looking at both of us back and forth.
"Stay out of this Jenna. It's none of your business." he says sternly
"Oh but it is if you're accusing me of being a whore."
"I'm not accusing either of you if I just know it's true"
"How do you 'know' I'm a whore?" I say putting air quotes around the know part
"You're always walking around here in your sports bras and short shorts and you're always off at some guy's house. How are you not??"
"I wear what I want because it's comfortable, and I don't normally leave my room without a shirt. The only reason I'm out here not in one right now is because I just woke up from your god damn yelling! AND I only stay the night at Carter's house. It's not like I'm going to a bunch of different guys' houses!"
