Jasmine POV
I gave Paul a kiss and watched him walk down the driveway to the car. I closed the door and walked to the kitchen. Daddy was playing with a bowl of cereal. I frowned and sat across from him.
"Daddy, what's wrong?" I asked.
"Tired again." He shrugged.
"Daddy, you need a doctor. What happened to Conrad?" I raised my eyebrows.
"He's on vacation." I said.
"Vacation? I'm calling him today because I'm tired of seeing you like this." I told him.
"Yes ma'am." Daddy looked at me. "So wy are you cutting your sister off?"
"Because she ate my macaroons." I answered.
"Do you have proof? No? You probably ate late at night and forgot."
"Paul said the same thing. But Daddy its much more."
Zayne walked in with a string and big bowl of cherries. She asked Daddy to string the cherries with she went to the microwave to pop popcorn.
Daddy, you don't understand how badly she irks my nerves." I said quietly.
Daddy put a cherry on a string and sighed. "Listen, you guys are family."
"I know but she drives me fucking crazy. Ya'll kiss Letty's ass as if she was the fucking president. Shit is fucking annoying. She has an annoying ass voice."
"Jasmine, bitch, no one likes you."
I didn't notice Letty. She was standing behind me. I didn't notice Zayne was listening either. She was still popping pocorn.
"Mind your buisness. I'm speaking to Michael Joseph Jackson not Slut On Heels. So bye bitch. When people ask abot the Jackson kids, who name pops up? Brandon and Jasmine Jackson. Not your ass."
"Girl, they scrape from the bottom of the barrell." Letty said.
"Bottom? Boo I'm above and beyond you. Don't get smacked."
"Sis, what's wrong?" Brandon asked.
"Her and Letty. Of course." Zayne said. Her popcorn was finished and she was munching away.
"Come on, JJ. Let's go for a drive." B suggested.
I wanted to prove that I could be the bigger person so I follow B out to his car. We were off on the highway in ten minutes. I sulked in my seat and listened to the throwback station.
Every little step I take
You will be there
Every little step I make
We'll be together
I sang along and eventually Brandon turns off the radio.
"You and Letty are sisters. Ya'll need to stop this fued." Brandon said.
"The thing is that everybody sucks her vag like she's made of gold. I'm tired of it, bro." I said getting even more irritated.
"Still, can you be the bigger person and talk to her. Why are ya'll even feuding?"
"Because she took my lipgloss and I know she ate my macaroons."
Brandon stopped the car on the side of the highway.
"That's it?" He laughed. "Wow."
"Can we go to the pizza shop? I'm hungry." I asked.
Brandon pulled back on the highway. If we would've stayed pulled over for one more minute, we would probably still be here.
We heard the tires screeched and suddenly our car was rolling into a huge open field that is on the highway. I screamed but my head hit the dash board causing me to bleed. When we rolled to a stop, I finally blacked out....
The next thing I know, I hear sirens and people calling my name. I tried to respond but my throat was closing. I saw Brandon laying on his stomach, glass coming from his eye. I wanted to look away but couldn't. My eyes was glued to him. My brother. The Sick Jackson. No way he's alive.
Someone came into view and I recognized the blue uniform. Fucking ambulance. Through his calf's I saw three more where Brandon was. I was then put on a stretcher and carried away, I desperately search for Brandon. He's supposed to climb in with me. Hold my hand on the way to the hospital.
I felt a terrible pain in my stomach then something run down my legs. I started to shake like crazy. What the fuck is happening? An oxygen mask was put on me and they lifted my dress. Perverts. The pain intensified. I was suffering. Brandon went quick. Why can't I?
Then I remembered I was pregnant. I started panicking and thrashing. No. I remember when Mommy told me this is what happened when Cher was born. Maybe I'll be that lucky and survive with my baby. Where's Paul?
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I was rushed in the hospital doors. People was screaming out numbers and all types of shit. I finally found my voice.
"My baby!" I screamed.
"She's losing too much blood. We are gonna lose them!" A nurse said.
I grabbed someone collar. "I don't care if I die. But you better save my damn Meadow Rain!"
I let go of the collar and was given a powerful dose of a pain med. I was out in a second.
- I was watching Michael Jackson Private Home Movies and he said he was scared of dogs . Bitch where ? U have a tiger as a pet , a damn chimpanzee drank from the same glass as you ! Hell , u touched E.T and ur scared of dogs ?!! And Elizabeth Taylor little ass dog ? What the fuck is life ?
- yes I posted at 12:00 on the dot BC its his bday . today is turn up day . did I ever say the answer to the question . it was D guys . they were watching trannies .
- does anyone else kno the feeling of holding in a beasty cough after u inhale too much ?
- all day I been listening to depressing music . what's going on ?
- Thank u MJ for being ythere when I needed u and thanks for helping me stunt on the haters . y'all think Leave Me Alone was just him venting , he really saying fuck the haters . damn right gorgeous . ily forever baby .
- R.I.P Happy birthday .
-ChunkyMonkey
