Coming Clean

Jamie

Most of this chapter is dedicated to my brother, Jamie Paul Tinney, in the story this is around the time he died, 2010.
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My dad pulled up to the liquor, and told me,
"Im going to keep the keys in the car, you stay here and lock the door."
" Mhm." I said
He went in and I looked out of the car window absentmindedly. My dad said I had been acting odd for a week, but quickly disregarded it. I saw in his brown bag his "usual", 4 mini Jack Daniels and 2 4 Locos. My father tried to pull the car door open unsuccessfully, he hit the car window and said,
"You're supposed to unlock it for me, idiot."
I unlocked the car door. He got in locked the doors and rolled down the window. Right before he was going to gulp down his first Jack Daniels he got a phone call, it was from my mother, he put down his drink and answered,
"Hello........Yeah what is it.........What about Jamie........Oh my god.......Im so sorry."
the phone call ended. I looked at my dad with the mot confused look,
"W-what happened?!"
"Uh, sweetheart... Your brother, Jamie. He pasted away."
After he said that I blacked out the next thing I can remember is screaming and trying to jump out of the car window, we weren't moving and I had my seatbelt on, I began to hyperventilate and had a panic attack. My dad didn't do anything except watch, I had been having panic attacks for a while now so he wasn't worried. Once I calmed down he was finishing his last Jack Daniels, or as he called them "Stomach Medicine".
"Hey, how about we go to Freeman and you can play with the kids!"
"O-okay."
Freeman was a street where all of my and my fathers friends lived. Even though it was a school night I ended up staying the night at Uncle Charlie's, not my real Uncle actually my Godfather. My dad didn't stay there he just left me, he went somewhere with Charlie's son, Justin, and I guess partied all night.
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RIP Jamie Paul Tinney
April 14, 1991 - November 19, 2010
Beloved Son, Brother, Grandson, Boyfriend, Friend, and Firefighter.
My brother, or as I called him "Bubby", died at 19 from Soft Tissue Sarcoma (Cancer) that started in his wrist and in 11 days spread to his lungs and brain. I love you fly high 1129!