Okay. Deep breaths. This is fine. Your world is not crashing down around you. One foot in front of the other. Everything you know has not been a lie. This is all fine. You can deal with this. I stumble my way to the bathrooms and take one look at the area above the sinks where the mirror should be that is now filled with an obnoxious board covered in the new laws and I vomit all over the front of my shirt. I can do this, I just can't do this by myself. I pull out my phone and call Jake. He answers and I can hear the teacher in the background telling him to put his phone away.
"Hey mum, I'm in class I can't talk." He says as soon as he puts the phone to his ear.
"I need you." I whisper into the phone. This isn't my first panic attack and Jake knows the drill.
"What?! When are you getting home?" His pretend concerned voice sounds more sincere then his actual concerned voice.
"I'm in the girls toilet's, near the English block." God I hope he can come.
"Okay mum calm down, I'll call the plumber. Is it just the kitchen or did the laundry flood to? Okay I'm on my way." I hear him talking to the teacher now. "I have to go, our neighbour called mum and a pipe has burst in the kitchen and is leaking out the front door. I'll get her to call the office." I should be worried he fakes this so well, but right now I'm just grateful.
He must have run the entire way because it was only minutes later when he threw the bathroom door open and started making little hushing noises to me and helping me stand up and walk to the sink. He helped me get the vomit off my clothes and sat me back down giving me his muesli bar to calm my stomach. After a couple of minutes the sick feeling in my belly started to fade away and embarrassment replaced it.
"Omg I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have called you." He was smiling at me though even as I blubbered.
"Pfft, it's just English. As if I'm ever going to need THAT in every day life." I laughed before remembering why I had felt so sick in the first place. It must have been obvious on my face what was going through my mind because Jake started talking again. "Hey, don't think about it yet. Let's go home first. We can make hot chocolate and talk about it, okay?" I nodded and soon we were on our way home.
As soon as we walked through the door momma yelled down from upstairs.
"Freddy I'm just painting, be a dear and leave the Mail on the bench? There's muffins for you and your beautiful wife!" Only here would the mailmen be comfortable enough to come inside to deliver the mail.
"It's just us mum." Jake yelled back up. I could hear something drop up stairs and soon she was in front of us checking for visible injuries.
"What happened?" She looked concerned. if I had gone to my house in the middle of the day my mother would have been instantly angry, assuming that I'd cut classes or something, but momma knew us better then that.
"Jessie had a belly upset." Jake said. Momma nodded, knowing exactly what that meant. She gave me a big hug and turned to Jake, "fire?"
"Flood. Thought I'd shake it up. The whole kitchen, went out the front door." He had already scavenged out food and casually started eating an apple as soon as the words were out of his mouth.
"Oh dear. The poor floorboards." She kissed my head. "I'll call the school." She floated off into the kitchen to get the phone.
"You go upstairs, I'll get biscuits and hot chocolate. Then we'll talk."
I made my way upstairs and looked at all the photos on the walls of Jake, momma, Jake's dad and I. There is more photo's of me on this wall alone then there is in my entire house. I push the thought away, one thing at a time.
