Don't Go Breakin' My Heart

Part 2

"JESSE?! MARGRET?!" I screamed as loud as I could, slowly shaking from the goosebumps up my arms. They were kissing on Stella's bed as if they didn't see me, but as soon as they heard my voice, their blood ran cold.

"L-Lana?!" Margret jumped off Jesse, running towards me.

"BABY, IT'S NOT WHAT YOU THINK!" Jesse pushed Margret, hugging me tightly. I immediately backed away, shoving him off me.

"DON'T YOU 'BABY' ME! HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?!" I felt my eyes begin to water. I wouldn't allow myself to cry. Not at a place like this.

"LOOK, LET HIM EXPLAIN, LANA!" Margret cried, locking my hands into hers. How could she? After seeing such a tragedy did she think I would be the same person?!

I pulled away from Margret, pushing her light figure off of my own. I watched her tumble down on the hardwood floor, a shriek of pain gasping from her thin lips.

"Hey! Don't touch her." Jesse defended Margret, so I then take out more of my anger by walking towards Jesse and slapping him.

I would hope it left a mark on his slim face.

"You little bitch!" Jesse yelled and tried walking up to me. Who knew what he would've done if Eric never pushed him.

"DON'T lay a finger on my cousin, or I'll flip my lid." Everyone around the block knew that Johnny could fight well. It was just a matter of fact that he could kill someone with one punch. Jesse immediately backed away, glaring at Johnny.

"Don't flip your wig." Jesse scoffed but deep down he was terrified of Johnny.

"Don't flip YOUR wig. You got no right to be mad, you damn bogart." Dennis, who was 6'1 towered over Jesse.

"Let's get outta here before I give him a knuckle sandwich," Johnny whispered after seeing the look on my face, pulling me by the shoulders. I felt my eyes puff up on our way outside to the car.

"Are you jivin' yet? Oh, Lana, don't cry. That jerk didn't deserve you." We sat in his car and I felt my eyes spill out tears. I immediately began sobbing, covering my face from Eric. I was always the type to get anxious and shy when I showed too many emotional feelings. Sadness was one of them.

"I thought he cared..." I covered my mouth, closing my eyes. Eric handed me a hanky, patting my back.

"Please don't cry, Lana." He genuinely looked upset as he continued to comfort me.

"I'll beat the hell outta him again, just like last year." We pulled up to my house ten minutes after the incident. Johnny, who walked me inside, spoke to my dad for what felt like forever.

It was mainly because I dashed into my room without saying anything to anyone. That night, was the first time I cried myself to sleep in a long time.

The following morning came by quite quickly. I got ready, ate breakfast, and cleaned my room even though it was pretty clean.

"Honey?" Dad came by my room and leaned against the counter.

"Yeah?" I replied with a glass of water in my grip.

"There's been an important phone call regarding a long term case in Tennessee that I'm needed for. I don't know when they need me but as soon as I receive the dates we've gotta pack our bags." My dad surprised me with those unexpected words. Tennessee? Case? This was all out of nowhere.

"Tennessee? How long would we be staying?" I cocked my head to the side, not even caring that we have to leave, especially after being humiliated yesterday night, but the confusion was shaking in me.