What Little Girls Are Made Of

Jack

Jack

I woke up and made Ian breakfast. Harper came down the stairs with bed head rubbing his eyes.

I was holding a bottle of pills that Jack had gotten while we were in California. Jack had talked Harper in taking him to the drug store to pick something up while they were out getting supplies. He never told him what it was but I now know it was medication for a small infection that he had gotten in his lungs. I also know that the phone call that Jack had received at the hotel that Harper over heard was a doctor in Hawaii telling him they found an infection and it didn’t look good. That doctor called in a script for Jack while we were in California and told him to see a doctor as soon as possible.

“Hey kitty cat did you get any sleep?” he asked in his groggy morning voice breaking my thoughts off of the pills.

“Not really” I said as I took a sip from my coffee. “I have to go, can you handle things here?” I asked him grabbing my keys off of the counter.

“Don’t worry about things here, Ian is going to show me all the hot places here in Texas.” He said as he put his arm around Ian like he was one of the guys.

I took a moment and started to cry. I have been crying a lot lately, the littlest things would trigger the tears. Harper quickly ran to my side and pulled me into the biggest hug he could give me.

“It’s going to get better kitty cat, all you need is time to adjust.” Harper whispered to me.

“I know but it’s so damn hard, it feels like my world came crashing down on me. If it wasn’t for you and Ian I don’t know where I would be right now.” I said as I wiped my tears away. Harper kissed me and told me he loved me. I kissed Ian and walked out of the house.

I walked up to my car and put my key in the key hole of my door and I froze. My mind was racing and my heart was pounding. I just stood there staring at the silver circle metal that my key was in and I broke down. I let go of my keys and let it dangle from the lock and I started kicking my door saying every curse word I could think of. I was telling my car that I hated it. I was looking up to the sky yelling at God and asking him why. Why me? Why Jack? Why Ian? What did we do to deserve this? I fell to my knees and let out a death sounding scream then I brought my fists up to my car and started punching it as hard as I could.

I was taking all my anger out on my Jeep as if it was its fault for my pain. Harper came rushing out of the house and got on the ground behind me and wrapped his arms as tight as he could to hold me back from punching my Jeep even more. I stared at the door and saw blood all over it and I cried even harder. I bought my bloody hands up to my face to hide my tears.

“Let it out baby” Harper said crying behind me. “Just let it out” he was being so supportive of me.

In the distance I could hear police sirens and they were getting closer to my house fast. The lights from the car started dancing on my now dented Jeep reflecting back into my eyes.

“Move away from the girl and back up slowly with your hands up” we heard a cop say.

Harper did what the officer asked him to do. I turned to look and the officer had Harper standing against his car with his hands on the truck. Another officer was walking my way.

“Miss, are you alright?” the female officer asked me.

“He didn’t do anything” I said in between sobs.

“That’s what they all say then we let them go and they attack again.” She said trying to convince me to say he did something to me.

“He didn’t do anything to me!” I yelled with an evil voice