Broken Runaways

Chapter 9

Chapter 9

Jessica

Walking in my front door, I smiled. Jeffrey kissed me. And I kissed him. Then he kissed me again, as I did the same. The realization wouldn’t come to me. I couldn’t fathom my emotions. I wasn’t expecting him at all to kiss me. It came to me as a complete shock. Jeffrey was always flirty and close with me, so when our heads were pressed together, I didn’t think much of it. To us, it wasn’t unordinary. More so it would be unordinary for us to not be making contact in some sort of way.

The feeling of Jeffrey’s skin pressed to mine was honestly my absolute favorite feeling. What made it special though, was unknown. Jeffrey just made me feel special, noticed, something. What that something consisted of was a mystery to me. Everything about Jeffrey intrigued me. Even after knowing his story, knowing about how he felt about things, I still feel I didn’t know him to the extent I’d like to know him.

“Who was the boy you were sucking face with outside my house?” My mother snapped, scaring me. She had her eyebrows raised, studying me. “Well?”

“My friend. He’s fine, don’t worry.” Not that she would anyway. If it didn’t affect her, she couldn’t care less.

“What’s this friends name, Jessica?” She sneered, as if disgusted with me having a relationship with people that weren’t related to me.

“Jeffrey Cameron. He’s in my year. Has been since we moved here.” I sighed. What did I have to lose? Even if she did say I wasn’t allowed to see him any longer, it wouldn’t prevent me from doing so.

“Well, just listen here girl.” My mother snapped, grabbing my chin in her bony hands, squeezing my jaw. “If this Cameron kid gets you knocked up, you’re out. Got it girl?” She said, tightening her grip on my jawbone. As I nodded, my mother threw my face from her hands.

Why does everyone seem to think Jeffrey and I are in a sexual relationship? First Dallas, now my mother. I don't get it in the slightest. Jeffrey and I have only kissed twice, each lasting for maybe fifteen to thirty seconds. Besides some pretty intense periods of crying that led to hugging, or sleeping on each other, kissing was that most intimate thing that Jeffrey and I had ever done together.

“Mum, Jeffrey and I have only kissed. Sex between us is not going to happen. So you don’t have to worry.” I told her, a bit of sarcasm dripping from my words. Walking in the kitchen, I grabbed a can of soda from the fridge and ran up two flights of stairs into my crawl space of a bedroom. Laying on my back, I smiled at the ceiling.

From the skylight, I could see the sky getting increasingly darker. Looking back at my time with Jeffrey, I smiled. Right now, everything in my life seemed to have some sort of... balance. Like everything was leading up to now, and nothing had fault or uncertainty anymore. Jeffrey and I would be leaving for England in nine months.

Moving sideways on my bed, I saw that my clock read seven thirty, meaning that my parents would lock the door in half an hour. Quickly, I crawled down the narrow staircase out into the hallway. Walking into the small bathroom, I turned the water on in the shower. I removed my black pants off, along with my light grey skull shirt after it.  Looking in the full body length mirror that was hung on the door, I sighed. The reflection of my inevitable appearance saddened me. I was far too skinny then I wished to be. All the time I hear girls in my school telling me how they wish they looked like me, or could lose weight, and I kind of gaped at the for a few moments.

Of course I’d rather be smaller than obese, but my size was more unhealthy than it was attractive. I’ve been called anorexic and bulimic so many times that I wouldn't be able to count it on both of my hands. Really, I was the opposite of pretty much every girl I knew. I wanted to be bigger rather than smaller. My rib cage showed clearly through my porcelain white skin, my collar bones popping out, creating a shadow on my chest. Legs having a small space between them, being so thin to the point where there was barely any wall of protection between my shin and the world. The only thing I liked about myself was the small amount of muscle I had gathered throughout my several years of riding uphill both ways, to and from school. My veins popped out all over my marked forearms.  

Removing my bra and underwear, I put my hand under the water, before stepping into the steaming hot water. I tried continuously to blank my mind, to not worry about anything in my life, to be at an entirely peaceful and serene state. Letting the water run through my blonde hair, down my back and passed my bum. After washing, I stepped out into the bathroom. Quickly drying off, I brushed my hair into to two parts, afterward braiding them on each side of my head, to allow them to be more curly for morning.

With the towel still wrapped around me, I walked up the stairs into my bedroom. I had to bend to stand up, while I got my pajamas. After dressing myself, I grabbed my laptop from under my pillows. Soon, I heard the loud locking of the door from downstairs. Sighing, I turned over to my small radio, placing my brand new Sleeping With Sirens album, Feel, inside.

After I closed my laptop and hid it back under my pillow, I layed on my back, and just stared. I thought about Jeffrey. How did I feel about him? Did he really make me nervous? Was going to London with him right? Was telling him about my past right? Everything felt so mixed up, but so perfect, all at once. Like stars in the night sky. Serene, and pretty, but actually just a jumbled up gathering of fiery mishaps.

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Hello. Again, I’m sorry for the late update. But here, let me explain.

Okay, so as most of you guys know, I was in Germany a couple of weeks ago. When me and my parents arrived home that Friday morning, we noticed we were missing a few things. As me and my parents walked to the back of our house, we saw that our whole back door was smashed. It being a glass door, shards of small glass bits were all over our floor. My father told me to go call 911, so I did. We later found out that two flat screen TV’s were stolen, along with the MacBook Pro in our living room. The police had a suspect in custody, and we had to go to trial on Tuesday and Wednesday. Later on, they found all of the stolen appliances in a warehouse under the suspect’s name, so he was arrested.  Everything is settled now and we have all of our things returned to us. No one was hurt, so that’s good too.

And because I didn’t want to get in the habit of not posting on Wednesday’s, I hesitated to upload the chapter prior to this.

But, please vote, fan, comment, and add this to your reading lists!

Thanks for understanding!

xxFiona