A couple days later, I was messaging my friend 'Ryan Mae', she was an extremely pretty girl, she looked quite a lot like me, but her hair was a darker shade of blonde. I was coming back from her house the night of the arrest. Anyways, we aren't separated for long periods of time, so this was a big adjustment for us.
'Hey Ry, miss you much,'
'Bet I miss you more!'
'No chance of that!'
'So Jane, how's the new fam?'
'Eh, not great, the Dad is
the rudest man I've ever met!'
'That sucks...😓'
'Yeah😁😔 '
'I have an idea!!!!!!!!'
'What is it?!?!'
'What if you ran away? 😏😏😏'
'What do you mean?
Like into the wild?'
'I'd invite you to live with me, but it's
More than three hours away, and who would drive you?'
'True... but it would really
upset my mom😕"
'But you called me yesterday, and you were
Complaining how horrible she was!'
"True, true.'
'Come on! Just do it!'
'I'll think about
it....'
'Call me when you made up
Your mind'
'Ok!'
'Bye!❤️❤️❤️'
'Bye!❤❤️❤️'
After that conversation, I headed upstairs to the living room and I came along John yelling at my mom.
"We can't be as a family anymore! Not after this stupid crying baby and especially this daughter of yours that has an alcoholic as a Dad!" He yelled almost intimidating my mom. Then my mom just hit a wall and began to cry.
"You know what? I'll do it tonight!" My mom said as if she had enough of whatever they're talking about.
"There you go! You've been way too nice to her! He said with encouragement.
"I have been! But she's my daughter..." She said with doubt.
My heart suddenly dropped, because she wouldn't of been talking about Lola or Stella, she was talking about me. The reason I knew this was because John was involved, and everybody knows that John hates me.
Then, it was silent for a moment, then John broke the silence...
"Well then!? What are you waiting for?! Call her!" John yelled.
I hid behind a corner as if I was never peaking over.
"Jane! John and I want to talk to you!" My mom yelled.
I ran towards them (probably a little too soon). And she was crossing her arms looking angry, whilst John was trying really hard to go smile. It was silent for about three seconds and then I spoke.
"Well then?"
"Well then?! How dare you talk to your Mother like that!!!" She yelled trying really hard not to look proud.
What happened, she never used to be like this, what did I ever do wrong? It's John, it's 100% all John!
"Sorry" I said, but not meaning it obviously.
"Right, tonight, Stella, Jack, John and I are going out for dinner, please babysit Lola" she said sternly.
I hesitated then spoke "why can't I come?".
"Well somebody will have to take care of the baby, won't they?" She said even louder and even more stern.
"Fine" I said giving her an angry look.
After that, I walked off hearing John whisper to my Mom...
"Incredible job! I knew you could do it! And about the daughter thing... she's barely your daughter, she was practically raised by a complete different person" he said trying to sound comforting.
"Your right!" She said as I was shock in disbelief.
Then after that, I looked behind me, and I saw them hugging.
"Kids! We're going out for dinner now! Both of you have to be ready to go!" She yelled trying to get their attention.
"Ok! I'm coming! Don't rush me!" Stella said in an almost bossy tone.
"Sorry Stel! I won't anymore!" She said kindly like how she used to talk to me, but I would never be as rude as Stella was to my Mom.
My Mom then handed me the baby and just as she was about to speak, John came to us as if he expected my Mom to say something they were planning to me.
"Right Jane, we'll be back around eight, call me only if there's an emergency cause I don't have time for this. And most of all, please take care of Lola, because she's my daughter and if you harm her in anyway, you won't wanna know what will happen next" she was talking to me like I was a complete stranger that was known to kill people.
At this point, I had enough of this and I just yelled out...
"RIGHT! I HAD ENOUGH OF THIS! YOUR TREATING ME LIKE I'M A COMPLETE STRANGER AND NOTHING LIKE YOUR DAUGHTER, I'M DONE WITH THIS!"
I could see complete sadness in my Mom's eyes, but since John was there, she had to treat me horribly or else she'd sacrifice punishments.
"Right, we're going" she said coldly but certainly not meaning it.
"Come on kids! Let's go!" She said way more warmly.
Before I knew it, they were gone. They whole house was empty. Nobody was there except Lola and I. It was actually almost peaceful. The one thing that makes me feel at home is music. Before my Dad became an alcoholic, he taught me guitar, but this was many years ago, so I barely remember anything about guitar but something about it still interests me. In their beautiful house, they had this beautiful recording suite because John was into music. I knew that I shouldn't have done this, but I went in there. It was beautiful! There were at least fifteen guitars hung up on the wall, recording microphone which was pretty cool and so many more different types of instruments.
'I felt like I've been extremely upset lately, so why don't I write a song? John would kill me if he found out I was using his music room, but he'll never know...' I thought to myself. Just as I was about to pick up a guitar, Lola began crying, as I completely forgot about her.
So, I ran and got her, and brought her to the music room. After she was sat down in a comfy position, I picked up a beautiful acoustic guitar, I strummed it and felt ok again.
