Jason's head jolted in the direction from where the plate was thrown. But I didn't look back. I knew who threw it.
"Jason, let's just head for your house," I said, starting to walk.
"But wh...,"
"I will explain when we get to your house. Now move," I said, a little too harshly. We walked straight to Jason's house without another word. The walk was silent. But it wasn't a long walk since Jason lived really close to me.
When we reached Jason's house we practically ran into his room and closed the door immediately. Jason turned to me and I quickly said,
"My dad." It was my dad who threw the plate. My dad was an extreme alcoholic and often threw our tableware at me. I don't know why but tears streamed down my face. Jason wrapped his strong arms around me, making me feel safe.
"Don't let him hurt me, please," I whimpered.
"I won't. I promise," Jason whispered as he kissed my forehead. I started to sob now. I began to say how my parents have been fighting for over a year now and my dad's alcohol obsession has gotten worse. I also said how he has abused me. I know he doesn't mean to. The man who abuses me isn't my dad. It is an evil man who is controlled by drugs.
I had stopped crying now. But then I heard my phone buzz. I glanced and it and my eyes flooded with tears once more. It read,
Sweetie, your dad and I are getting a divorce. I have already left for Seatle. I am sorry. I love you - Mom
I glanced at my phone for what seemed like an hour. Finally, I looked up to see Jason.
" Don't worry Carly," he whispered as he wrapped his arms around me. "I'm not going anywhere." Jason insisted that I stayed the night at his house, and I didn't argue. I practically share a closet with him because I spend so many nights at his house that are planned at the last minute. It was actually Jason's idea to keep some of my clothes at his house.
We climb into his queen-sized bed and he wraps his arms around me.
"I'm not going anywhere," he repeated. And at that, I fell asleep in the arms of my best friends.
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