Beautiful Little Jay-Bird

Chapter 9- Waking Up

Jaycee's P.O.V.

I felt a warmth around me. My eyes felt too heavy to open, but I wanted to see where I was. There was something on top of me, covering my body. My side had a pretty sharp pain, and my head hurt, but other than that, I didn't feel too awful.

"Jeff, she'll be fine. Stop pacing like that." sighed a familiar voice. "I can't. I mean... I'm a parent. This is my kid... Dammit. Why do I screw so many things up?" I wanted to sit up and see, but I didn't feel strong enough to do it. "Jeff, she's okay. It isn't your fault." Finally, I mustered up the strength to open my eyes.

We were back at Jack's house. He was standing on one end of the living room. My daddy was walking back and forth impatiently. I was covered in a blanket and laid up against a pillow on the couch. It was night outside. "Jeff... She's up." My dad turned to me and picked me up. I let him hug me.

"What were you thinking?" he asked. He actually sounded angry. It was a bit rare for him to get angry, but it happened, sometimes. I mustered up the strength to speak. "I was angry!" I cried weakly. "Yeah, well your anger nearly cost you your life." he snarled. "What do you mean?" I asked. "I mean you nearly froze to death." What did he mean? "What was that cold stuff?" I asked. "Snow. It's cold and you were buried in it." I didn't like him being so angry. "Jack, Justin, and I went looking for you. It took us a while, but we found you." That explained some things. "Why does my side hurt?" I asked. "The way we found you... Justin was walking and he ran into you and tripped. He fell on top of you and we saw that you were alive."

"I... Don't like snow." I whispered. "Yeah? I know." My daddy wasn't going to be very happy with me. "I'm sorry..." I whispered. "I... You'll know what worry and dread are someday when you're a parent. That's all I'll say." He walked off. I didn't want to talk to Jack, so I just fell asleep. Did he hate me? I know what I did was bad, but could he really honestly hate me?

When I woke up, there was a nice smell wafting from the kitchen. More than likely, my daddy was cooking something. I tried to get up, but I felt a bit too sore. Justin came over to me. "No need to thank me." he smiled pridefully. "Why would I...?" I asked. "Because I am the one who discovered you." he laughed. "..." I wasn't happy, and he was making it worse. "I know... I still saved you. I'm truly a hero." I rolled my eyes and turned over. I had a problem with talking to people, and he was no help.

My father walked in. He stared at me for the longest time. I could tell a part of him was still angry, but another part looked relieved. "... Good morning, Jaycee." he sighed. "Hi, Daddy." I smiled a small smile. Anger began to disappear from his eyes a bit. "Are you still hurting?" he asked. "A little bit... But I'll be fine." lifted me up and laid my head down on his lap. "Jaycee... I know I seem a bit over protective, sometimes. I just act that way out of fear. Your mom... I wasn't careful enough and she... She isn't here anymore." I laid against him. "

Hey, I made you pancakes and bacon." I tried to sit up, as this way my favorite breakfast. My dad chuckled a bit. "Here. Lemme help." he took my hand and walked me to the kitchen. I sat on a chair and he served me the food. He cut up the pancakes for me and gave me a fork to eat it with. I stuffed it quickly into my mouth and ate the bacon. "Wow... You eat just like your uncle. I'd take my time eating sometimes and eat rapidly others. He just stuffed it down his throat." I finished and he put my plate away. I took his hand and hr helped me to my room where I played with a few toys and he did my laundry. Yes... Jeff the Killer folded laundry.

When he came back in, he put my laundry away. He then left with Jack to get some groceries. Meaning I was left all alone with Justin and his mom. All afternoon. Two people I didn't trust or like being around.