Parallel (discontinued)

Kee - Chapter 8: Crap

I turned around and saw Jonah. Why did he have to appear at the worst time? He asked me what was wrong but I'm not saying. 

"And what's it to you?"

Jonah didn't respond quick enough so I knew he didn't care much. That's something I picked up from listening to other people. They take their time to answer meaning they don't know. So I began to walk off and what he said flabbergasted me. 

"I care about you...a lot." I didn't know how to respond. I just sat back where I was and began to talk. I tried to stop myself but I couldn't help it. 

"I've been thinking about my past and my future. When I was young, my parents were never home and I was practically nothing to them. I had this babysitter named Natalie and I thought of her as my own mother. But when I turned ten my folks stopped the babysitting so then I was all alone." I felt the presence of Jonah next to me.

"I was fifteen. There was yelling going on and I checked it out. My dad was yelling at my mom and compared to other nights that happens, that night was very different. My mom couldn't take it anymore and stabbed him...he lived. The cops couldn't find the evidence because she got rid of it and to say what happened she made up a story of a robber. I didn't say anything because I didn't want to be a foster kid, I was alone and depressed. I didn't want to feel any worse."

"A year passed and I lived with a relative. Once I turned eighteen I got my own job and apartment. So right now as junior, it may seem I was held back but I wasn't. I just started late because of my parents, I never went to school when I was young until I was fifteen when I moved in with my relative." 

It was silent. I didn't know if Jonah was listening but it felt good to actually talk about this with someone. So I continued, "I was crying because I didn't want to end up like my parents. Live in a trailer and have no money. I try to pass my classes but nothing ever works. All the studying I do never works for me. I want to give up but my motivation is to not end up like my parents. I want to have a successful life and a good family. So Jonah, will you please help me? I won't ignore you anymore, I get that I need help now. So please will you?" 

Begging was low but at that moment I didn't care. I was desperate to graduate high school. Jonah looked at me in the eyes and nodded his head. I was ecstatic that I gave him a hug. Once I realized what I was doing I immediately let him go and stood up. 

"But...if I'm helping you you have to do something for me." Oh no...I knew it was too good to be true.