Don't Jump

Chapter 14

^^^ song is Take It out On Me by Florida Georgia Line, its what Brooke sings in the bathroom.

RYLIN'S POV!!!

The next morning I woke up wrapped in the covers of Zach's guest bedroom. For the first time since I came to Kentucky I wasnt woken up to the sound of some damn rooster or Brooke and Jackson fighting in the kitchen. When I rolled over and off the bed I caught myself with my foot, sadly my duvet was wrapped around my ankle causing me to slip on the slick floor. My butt smacked the floor and my head fell back banging into the facing of the closet door. I groaned in pain as I delicately touched the back of my head. When I brought my fingers back there was no blood but there would be a bump. I would have told Brooke but I was afraid she would make me go to the hospital because of my prexisting concussion. Shaking away my pain I trudged over to the ensuite bathroom.

When I glanced up into the mirror I noticed the purple under my eyes was more visible now than ever. Last night I couldnt fall asleep, I didnt know why but I could tell something wasnt right. I wanted more than anything to call Jackson to check on him but decided against it. Since me and Brooke was here, he was probaly with his friends. And on top of that no one was here to soothe my nightmares when I woke up screaming.

When I walked down stairs the house was vacant. The digital clock on the stove was blinking up at me.

9:18

I groaned. The one time I dont have to wake up early I do! Ugh. When I flung open the fridge door I noticed a small picture under a magnet. Grabbing the edge, careful not to put any fingerprints on the Kodak paper I scanned the picture. It appeared to have been taken at Kings Island. The banshee roller coaster was looming over Brooke, Zach, Jackson, and a couple people I have never met. Brooke was holding a blue and pink icecream up to Zach's face trying to get him to eat it. When I looked closer I saw a little bit of it smeared across his nose. Jackson was holding the waist of a petite blonde who looked scared shit less. Jealousy poured through my system as I continued to look at the picture. Another girl I didnt know was tightly cluthching onto a bottle of coke, while bracing her stomach to stop laughing. I chuckled at the image before placing it back under the magnet.

After I made coffee and ate cereal I went upstairs for a quick shower. I turned on my music and stepped into the wall of hot water. The steam fogged up the mirrors as I hummed soflty to my music. Unexpectantly my music shut off and was replaced by a different song. I listened closely to the lyrics before concluding it was country.

"And I always know any time you show up at my door past 11 o'clock that he really must've pissed you off.

Take it out on me.
And put your lips on mine.
Let me take his wrong and make it right this time.
Yeah, you can just come over, you ain't gotta call.
You always got a shoulder anytime it all goes bad, when you're 'bout to break, when you're mad as hell, you can always take it out on me." A girls voice sang through the noise of my shower.

Poking my head out from the curtain I saw Brooke with her legs crossed on top the sink applying eye liner. "What the hell? You changed my song!" I grumbled at her. She looked at me through the mirror. "Yea, well this is better. Now hurry up we have to get home." Her voice was persistant. "Why?" She responded with one of those 'what do you think looks.'

"If I know Jackson-which I do. He probaly got drunk and has a huge handover meaning we have to feed the animals." She sounded like it was no big deal but ny mouth was practically resting on the floor. "There is no way in hell I am getting in the same feild as a damn cow that weighs five times more than me! Or a chicken with talons and a beak that pecks people! And dont get me started on the damn pigs that are covered in mud and eat vomit!" Brooke just stared at me like I was stupid wich only angered me further. "One. May-our cow, is harmless. Second the chickens-are well chickens, and are petrified of people. And third. We dont have a fucking pig!" Im not going to lie, I laughed.

"Okay then fine. But if I die and get eaten by some crazy farm animal then I swear I will haunt you for ever." I said giving her a pointed stare. "Deal." She said between chuckles.

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"Ahhh! Its coming for me!" I yelled trying to hide behind Brooke. "Maybe because your holding the feed. Smart one." She mumbled while pointing to the black and whitee bag laying over my shoulder. I took that as my cue to toss her the bag. "Not anymore I dont." She chuckled, before pouring the bag into a black trough for the cow. Next stop was the chickens. Great. When I stepped into the small building that reeked of poop I almost gagged. Now I know why Jackson always takes a shower after he feeds the animals. Brooke told me to collect the eggs from the coops, which sounded simple. She didnt mention the part that there would be an angry hen trying to eat me.

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When we stepped through the door of the living room we saw Jackson on the couch. On the floor beside him layed a spool of thread and a bent needle. His laptop was open on the coffee table. What surprised me though was that he wasnt passed out. He was just asleep. His face was drained and he looked like he hadnt slept at all. Honestly? He looked worse than me, and im sure I have chicken feathers in my hair, and cow feed dust is layering my clothes.

When he woke up from the noise of us scurrying, his eyes met mine. They were filled with guilt, but held a certain amount of positivity to them. It was almost as if he was scared. Which scared me.

Next chapter will be drama filled! I swear! Vote, comment thanks guys, ~Bre.