Life is dumb and so are you

Life is Dumb and So are You[3]

Chapter Three:

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Through the too thin walls I could hear her making a hysterical call to Jacob. There was no doubt that he'd rush home to deal with me. The problem. Instead of sitting on the bed and crying like I was tempted to, I emptied out my book bag and watched all the school shit cover my purple rug. Not like I'd need it anymore. Then I texted Dalton.

"I need to get away... can I come over?" 

He immediately sent back.

"Of course, just come on over. Love you" 

So what did I need to take with me?

My two favorite pairs of jeans. A couple of cute tee-shirts. And my favorite dress which was elephant printed. Then I stuffed tons of bras and underwear and hair and makeup things into my book bag. I almost left my picture of dad before he got sick. I look at everything I had and was ready to set out. 

I grabbed my book bag, opened my window, and with an ease that said more about my sinful nature than my mom's boring lectures, I popped out my window screen. I put on my sunglasses and peeked out. It was only four-thirty or so, and not dark yet, so I was really glad that our privacy fence hid me from our totally noisy neighbors. On this side of the house the only other windows were Savannah's room and my brothers room, which they are both busy. (Hell must be truly freezing over because for once I was sincerely glad my sister's world revolved around what she called "the sport of cheer.") I dropped my book bag out first then gripped my guitar tightly and then slowly followed my book bag out the window being careful not to make even a small oof  noise when I landed on the grass. I paused there for to many minutes, burying my face in my guitar to muffle my horrible little cough.  

The gate didn't even squeak when I cracked it open and inched out like a secret agent man. My Jeep was sitting there where he always sat- right in front of  the fourth door to our four car garage. The step-loser wouldn't let me park him inside because he said the lawnmower was more important, (More important than a vintage Wrangler? How? That didn't even make sense. Jeesh, I just sounded like a guy. Since when did I care about the vintage-ness of my Jeep? I must really be changing.) I looked both ways. Nothing. I sprinted for my Jeep, jumped in, put it in neutral, and was truly thankful that our driveway was ridiculously steep when my wonderful car rolled smoothly and silently into the street. From there it was east to start it and zip out of the neighborhood of big expensive houses. 

I didn't even glance in the rear-view mirror.

I sent Dalton a text saying I was on my way.

Then I cursed my mom out and started freaking out about everything...

I'm going to remember this. I'm going to remember how awful she made me feel today. So when I'm scared and alone and whatever else is going to happen to me starts to happen. I'm going to remember that nothing could be as bad as being stuck in that no good house. Nothing.

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I rolled smoothly into Dalton's driveway as Dustin and Bobbi were just leaving. They waved at me still kind of drunk and started walking home. I grabbed my stuff then walked to his front door where he was waiting for me quietly. He had sobered up, thankfully. I had cried on the way here and he noticed my puffy red eyes. He looked at me with his memorizing eyes and pulled me in for a hug. I dropped my guitar and car keys and just pulled him in tighter. I began to cry and he just held me. 

Dalton pulled away from the hug and cupped my chubby jaw and pulled me in for a kiss. My brain quickly changed 'almost boyfriend' to 'boyfriend' without the friend zone space. After a sweet kiss he invited me in peacefully. We passed his living room where his dad was passed out, drunk. I knew he would have an awful hangover afterwards. His mother was in the kitchen making the best pie ever, 'kitty-litter' pie. It's not what it sounds like I promise, it's a vanilla pie with many different chocolate toppings on top. Dalton's mom, Dannie always made me pie when me and Dalton hung out at his place in the fifth grade. 

The memories I remember brings me back to when my mom was actually kind to me, actually paid some-what attention to me. I quickly rub my eyes before I begin crying. I miss that. I miss what nice things my mom did, what actually happened? Why did she change for Jacob? I began asking myself these questions. I heard Dalton's little sister Becca screaming about how her lip-stick broke in her bedroom as we walked up the long steep staircase. 

"Why is my face red!" Screamed Becca as she pushed me out of the way and ran down the stairs pushing Dalton. 

I laughed and ran up the stairs into his bedroom. Plopping my out of proportion body on his soft bed. I laid my guitar next to his and placed my book bag on the floor near his bed. He followed me in the room and laid next to me. His king size bed fit both of us perfectly. I looked over at him and smiled.

"So, is everything okay?" Dalton asked me, looking at me with his kind, comforting eyes.

"Just... my mom, ever since she married Jacob she became a different person." I say as I put my chubby arms in the air.

He looked at me and I looked at him. He held my right hand after I put my arms down.

"Look, you can stay here as long as you want love. We can miss school if you want." He says and holds my hand tighter. I smile and slide my vans off with the opposite foot.

"Thank you, but what about my geometry test?" I ask quietly.

"I'll take care of it for you." He whispers to me. I glance over at him then walk to his bathroom down the hall. 

I scowl at myself in the tiny mirror. I grab my phone and open up the phone-book and scroll to Sam's contact. "Dalton won't do me any good..." I say to myself being as quiet as possible. I stare at the contact and click call with my chubby fingers. Listening to the ring made me so nervous. I hadn't talked to him since his son Luca's sixth birthday... which was forever ago, considering Luca was now nine. It rang once more, then I heard his voice say 'hello'. I stayed silent then hung up. 

"What's taking so long? You just barged out." Dalton asks trying to open the door.

"We're going to Columbus." I say demanding as I open the bathroom door. 

He started at me and just grabbed my hands. "Is it Sam?" He asks me. I just look at him and grin a 'yes'.