The Temptations of Chemistry

Chapter Six - I'm Warning You

Chapter Six - I'm Warning You

My curfew was suppose to be eleven o'clock. So when we were parking in front of the house and it was eleven thirty, I knew I was in for some serious shit, you know how Cynthia is. So damn uptight all the time. I sucked back a deep breath as I wrapped an arm around Matty to help him walk up to the house. 

When the door went open the first thing I found wasJohn standing against the stairwell, his arms over his chest and Cynthia next to him, hands on her hips. Her eyes instantly narrowed at the sight of me.

"Do you know what time it is young lady?" She sneered, practically frothing at the mouth due to all her animosity towards me. I rolled my eyes.

"Oh yeah, hey, nice to see you guys too." I smirked sarcastically. "You're welcome by the way for bringing home you're drunk son." I shot, pushing him off me and towards them. He stumbled a bit before attempting to stand up straight.

Matty smiled widely, and pointed up his index finger in the air as if he had an idea. Next thing, his face fell into a frown and his hand grabbed his stomache. "Oh no.." He mumbled as he took off to the nearest bathroom.

"Where were you?" John demanded, completely ignoring Matty and focusing on me, as if I actually did something wrong here. I rolled my eyes at them, "Jessalyn!" 

"Okay, god. I was at a party. Is that what you wanted to hear?" My voice was laced with venom as I took a step closer to them. "You're welcome for bringing your drunk son home." I snarled as I attempted to approach the stairs.

Cynthia's huffed a breath, "How many chances do you expect us to give you Jessalyn?" 

"Cynthia-" John cut it, using a low tone of voice. "Look, I want this to work out Jess, I really do. But we can't help you if you're not going to help yourself."

"Whatever." I grumbled as I pushed past them and stomped heavily up the stairs. 

Behind me I could faintly hear Cynthia's complaining about me and whining. Mentally, I rolled my eyes and ignored her high pitched screeching. I flopped down on my bed and pulled a pillow violently over my ears to block out the fighting. In a way I felt guilty because I knew that I was the reason for their not getting along. 

Everyone's life was better without me, I think Matty is the only one that was happy to see me. 

Strutting down the hallway, I could feel people staring at me. I was used to it by now, they've been staring at me since I was thirteen for god's sakes, but that didn't mean it didn't still hurt inside. I knew why they were looking at me. The reputation that I didn't even want to apaul followed me around like a stray dog. 

Every time I felt eyes bore into my skin, and I hear those soft whispers people make into each other's ears as I pass, I think of the thing's Carson said to me on Friday night at that party. About how I stumbled home drunk and high, how disrespectful I was to John and Cynthia (and still am), but the thing that stuck out the most was that he thought I actually slept around at the age of fourteen to get drugs. Why would any young girl give up the one thing left of her innocence for a little fix? 

Now they talk about how I 'killed someone'. I don't blame them for staring. 

I swallowed the lump in my throat and swung open the bathroom door before I headed out to meet Carson for our after school Chemistry lesson. Of course I wasn't in a hurry because it wasn't exactly my choice of activities, but I needed his help to graduate. Believe it or not the one thing I want right now is to finish school so I can move on with my life. Get out of here and put everything behind me.