Behind Enemy Lines (Princeton Love Story)(ON HOLD)

Double The Trouble

Jazzlyse [Jazz-lease] (P.O.V)

1 hour before

“MOM! Have you seen my new boots?” I said yelling up the stairs to my Mom who was probably just about passed out on her bed upstairs.

“Check the garage” my mom yelled back mostly as a slur.

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Ever since Dad walked out on us for that skank Missy, that worked at the bar downtown. Mom has completely lost it, we all have in a way but Mom was the worst. In a way we all went through the five stages of grief : Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression, and Acceptance. In the beginning, it was hard. Mom and Jacob just couldn't believe he would do that to us... but he did. The stage of denial was pretty hard to deal with, considering that was the start of everything changing. Jacob and I were 10 when he left... that was 6 years ago. Jacob looked up to our Dad, Jamal a lot, and I could tell it really hurt when he left. After denial came anger. Mom began snapping at every little thing Jacob and I would forget to do or do wrong. An because of that Jacob started to act up in school, he was always fighting, getting sent to the office, or getting suspended. Me on the other hand, started hanging with the wrong group of girls. You know those ones that always pick on the ones that may be lower then them on the social latter? Well that's the crew I run with now. It was weird though, when the bargaining process came around. Jacob would always stay up late some nights and pray to god for Dad to come back saying how he will be good in school and help out more around the house, and things like that. Some nights I even remember him yelling up to the sky begging for Dad to come back... but he never did. I over heard Mom a few times telling her friends that if he would come back they could fix everything, so that he is happy. It made me mad seeing them like that. Instead of trying to bargain so that he will come back I just remained in the anger stage. I was angry at him for leaving us. Leaving us when we needed him, to help us , teach us things and for loving us. But in the end I just hated him. I hated him for putting Mom and Jacob through all of this pain that still lingers within them to this day, and making them think that he was to good for us when really we were to good for him. Depression came second to last, Mom took a few weeks off of work as a flight attendant, and stayed in bed most days. I heard her crying a lot of nights. It's hard, hearing one of your parents crying and not being able to help them no matter how hard you try. Jacob moped around the house for about a month when one day I guess he woke up and something just clicked inside of him. He no longer should any signs of emotion towards Jamal but continued to get in trouble. Mom went back to work and picked up even more hours. When this staged occurred I was 14 therefore she was leaving Jacob and I alone for certain periods of time while she flied around the world for work. Last came acceptance which Jacob and I handled pretty well. But Mom.. she swapped Acceptance for Alcohol. Days when she wasn't working she would spend at bars or clubs drinking, but lately she just spent that time at home drinking numerous bottles of vodka on her own. The past year I've been finding her passed out around the house with empty bottles of vodka around her.

The crew I run with are full of tricks and thugs. The girls are always tryna stick with there man through everything, and I mean EVERYTHING! The stabbing, shooting, robbing and all. Even when there punk asses decide to cheat on them with all kinds of other tricks they still tryna claim them. I mean yeah I'm out here doing my thing but if I ever find out that Santo is running around on me then he has something coming to him. Santo is one of Jacobs friends and we met during one of the house parties Jacob threw when Mom was away at work. Jacob wasn't that happy about Santo and I at first but he finally agreed to letting us see each other but told Santo if he hurts me he will break his face... I know he's real gentle eh? But really I do my thing and can't no one tell me I can't. Like I'm 16, is was born on March 12, well Jacob & I were. I guess you could say that Jacob and I are identical twins you know if you take away the whole different genitalia.