Broken Runaways

Chapter 14

Chapter 14

Jeffrey

*7 Weeks Later*

Maine was essentially the human torture device. The secluded cabin out in the middle of nowhere had nothing to offer any teenager whatsoever. There was no cellular service, internet access, or any electronically powered device. The oven we had was powered only by gas, lights had to be lit by a match, and rain overpowered several days which added up to be over two weeks of being trapped. The worst part of the rain was that it was a humid rain, so clothes would stick to the sides of us. Dallas and I wound up having to share a room, with two twin mattresses right next to each other in what could be considered an oversized storage closet. An outhouse bathroom located twenty feet from the cabin being only form actually using the bathroom. Due to no electricity, showers and hand washing hand to be done with several pails of water.

Dallas, my mother and I all, with the inevitability of hatred, despised the seven weeks. Though as my mother had payed in advance, refused to leave early. We had a few days that were okay where we went swimming in the water, and went out for dinner and actually enjoyed ourselves, but it was a rarity.

All I wanted now was to see Jessica, to greet her and just see her happy because of me. I missed her to the point where my temples felt like they were pounding against my skull, my brain being pushed back and forth with just the mere thought of seeing her smile again. Remembrance of her hands wrapped around my waist, her head laying my shoulder as we sped down the street, the wind blowing past us; shivers of remembrance, crawling around in my head. The tingling sensation of her touch spread through my body, as I sat alone in the backseat of my mothers car.

Jessica was a mystery to me. A cloud of grey in my world of only dark sky. She was the flash of lightning during a storm, reminding me that even the seemingly imperfection of the sky while rain falls from it’s eyes, can erupt in a bright flash, but then be gone once you blinked again.

The thought of blinking and having Jessica be gone before my eyes, was a thought I couldn’t even process properly. I wanted to be believe that her leaving me would be an abnormality, that whatever we shared, we both would never be able to let go of.

But truthfully, I knew that wasn’t ever going to happen, no matter how much I wanted to believe it. Everything we had together would be a mere memory at some point in the future. We would be in two different places, sitting in a quaint little house, possibly with a spouse we loved and children, and we’d look back at these memories, our memories, and smile at what once was.

Maybe that would be better though. Maybe Jessica and I would be better off without each other. Maybe Jessica would be better off with someone like Michael. Maybe I’d be better off with someone like Arabella.

Jessica and I were the same. We had the same thought process, the same type of mindset.  The same persona, the defense mechanism. We were the same brain in two different bodies basically. I didn’t know how to describe it. How I feel towards her is an emotion that is unexplainable with words. Whether or not I could say I was in love with Jessica or not was a question that I had ceased to know the answer to. It was close to love, I knew, but not the same thing. We had so many relations to each other, it was indescribable.

We pulled into our driveway and I simply sat there whilst Dallas and my mother took bags from the trunk of our grey Kia Sorento. My mother had refused to let me drive my motorcycle up to Maine, in fear of me not wanting to drive the eight hours on the bike, that I would leave early, that I would get lost on the way, or wouldn’t have my own change for the tolls. All which are probably true, but I really did miss being able to do things by myself for a change as opposed to being forced to do things with my mother and Dallas.

Dallas and my mother had always had a relationship that I slightly envied. I always felt that She loved Dallas more than she did me, and that if she had to choose between us, she’d choose Dallas no matter what. Dallas always used to tell me about how I shouldn’t be jealous over him and mum, that I had dad and he had mum so it didn’t matter. The thing was, I didn’t have my father anymore, but Dallas still had my mother. The whole sixteen hours to Maine and back I spent listening to music on my iPod and playing random game while doing so. Dallas was passenger to my mother, them talking the whole way there. Occasionally, I’d fall asleep, then wake up feeling like I missed so much while we were still just on a highway, heading in the same direction as we were before my eyes shut and reopened.

Dallas knocked on the backseat window of our car, and I got out, getting my three suitcases from the trunk and trailing them inside behind me. Being in this house had never made me so happy. Dragging my bags up the wooden stairs, I listened to the banging of the wheels against the steps, unintentionally evening my heartbeat to the same pace. After I pushed my bedroom door open, I dropped the suitcases and just looked around.

Walking to the bathroom, I turned on the shower. Removing my shirt and pants, I jumped in, letting the hot water relax my tense muscles. Washing, I hummed along to a song I had created while in Maine. My favorite part of the whole trip was that my mother let me bring along my keyboard so I would be occupied. I had managed to compose a five minute long string of keys creating a sound that I loathed due to it’s beauty. Lyrics were not even thought of yet, and I wasn’t sure if I really wanted to put words that would overpower the sound of the piano.

Turning the water off, I got out of the shower and wrapped a soft lime green towel around my waist after using it to dry myself. Walking back into my bedroom, I slid open my closet and pulled out a pair of black skinny jeans, a white Sleeping with Sirens t-shirt, covering it with a red hoodie and my infamous leather jacket. Grabbing my keys from my desk, I walked down the staircase.

“Where are you going sweetie?” My mother asked exiting the kitchen.

“I’m just going to see a friend, be back in a bit.” I informed her, kissing her cheek and leaving through the garage door.

As I sped along the back roads of Georgetown that I had grown so familiar with, I saw the sky darkening, indicating a rain storm that would begin in a short amount of time. Parking my motorcycle, I walked across the street and jumped over the fence that surrounded the house. Running along the back of the house, I looked around in attempt to find the ladder that led to the roof of the home. Eventually, I decided I would just walk up to the front door and ask. Just as I was about to knock, the brown door flung open, to find a man in a dress shirt and bow-tie standing at the door.

“Hello sir, um, I’m one of Jessica’s friends? I was wondering if I could see her.” I asked, slightly intimidated of the man who I assumed to be Jessica’s father.

“What’s your name, boy?” He asked crossing his arms in clear annoyance.

“Jeffrey. Jeffrey Cameron.” I told him, doing my best to look only at the space between his eyes, rather than looking into his judgemental blue eyes.

“Well Jessica isn’t at home right now.” He said, holding the door as if about to close it.

“Well do you know where she went?” I asked. Where would Jessica have gone? Not Maria’s, that’s for sure, I knew they still hadn’t talked. She wasn’t really close to that many other people so I don’t know where she’d have gone.

“She’s at her boyfriends house, Michael.” And with that the door was closed on my face.

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Chapter fourteen is literally one of my favorite chapters to be honest.

So Jessica and Michael ooh la la >.< Anyone ship it? Messica, anyone? No? Okay.

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xxFiona