Holding On

Chapter Twelve

I kept twisting, and turning. When I woke up, Joey wasn't there, that's why I probably didn't sleep well. I sat up. I smelt something good. I got off the bed, and walked to the kitchen. Jake was cooking again, I rubbed my eyes. I mumbled in my tired voice, "good morning." He turned to me, and smiled before saying, "oh good, you're awake. We're leaving in an hour." I whined, "but it's so early, can't we leave at like, um, never??" Jake burst out laughing, and shook his head, but I also heard someone behind me chuckle.

I turned around, and there stood Joey. I grinned, and jumped on him giving him a big hug. Jake started whimpering, "I didn't get a hug." Joey and I laughed, then I let go of Joey, and walked over to Jake. I wrapped my arms around him and hugged him. He hugged back, and yelled, "YAY!!!" I instantly let go, and covered my ears. Well, excuse me, but I don't want to be deaf my whole life.

Jake changed the subject, "Joey go help Rose find something comfortable to wear. You know where I'm taking her, right??" Joey nodded, and walked back to his room, I ran after him. He was already looking through his closet. I saw my yoga pants on his bed, then he placed a green t-shirt on it. He looked at me, and spoke, "wear those," he pointed to the pile of clothes then continued, "then come to the kitchen, and eat breakfast." I shooed him out as he was talking, and then closed the door. I switched my clothes to the yoga pants and green t-shirt.

I walked into the kitchen, and they already started eating without me. How rude?! They started eating without their own guest. I pulled a chair away from both of them, then plopped down. I heard my phone buzz from Joey's room, but I didn't go to get it. I just started eating the delicious pancakes. Nobody can interrupt me while I'm on a date with food. To be honest food is the best date ever. Except he always dies at the end, I don't know why, do you??

When we finished Jake told Joey to stay safe, and other things like that. While they were doing that, I went to Joey's room. I grabbed my phone, and shut it down. I placed it back on the counter. Oh snap! I totally forgot to check the message, it's okay. I'll just check it when we get back from wherever Jake is taking me. Not like it's the end of the world, right?? Of course not, with that decided I walked back to them. Jake asked, "where'd you go?? You just disappeared out of nowhere." I chuckled, "I went to turn off my phone, I won't need it, right??" "Right," Jake replied, then he turned to Joey and said, "stay safe, don't get in trouble. Love you, little bro." Joey responded, "love you too, bro."

They're so strong, I wonder how they managed to keep on paying the bills. Joey and I hugged, then we said our goodbyes. I went outside to see Jake already on his motorcycle. He still didn't start up the engine. I walked up to him, and asked, "why can't we just take your Bugatti??" He looked at me, before answering, "my Bugatti doesn't fit in with the place we're going." Well this was interesting. He put the helmet on my head, then he slipped his on. I got on the back of the motorcycle, and wrapped my arms around him.

He roared the engine to life, the noise of the engine always makes me flinch when it is first switched on. I guess it's just a reflex when I'm around a motorcycle. Jake reversed out of the parking lot, and start speeding down the roads. Everything I saw was colorless because of this stupid helmet. It is tinted black. We got on the highway, and Jake sped up even more. I tightened my grip. I am not risking my dear life. I can actually see this on tomorrow's news articles:

FRESHMAN, ROSE JAMESON, FOUND DEAD!
It had been spotted that Rose Jameson was found dead on a highway. She was riding a motorcycle with an unknown fellow. Rose had let go of this fine fellow while he was driving at high speeds. This misfortune had lead her to her doom. Rest in piece, little Rose.

I shuddered at the thought. This motorcycle is going to be the death of me. First it was Jake, now it is the motorcycle, I wonder what is going to be next. I tapped my chin mentally in deep thought, probably Sam would be next.

I hadn't even noticed Jake had parked. In front of us, there was a building made out of red bricks. It was a very small building. It looked about two floors, but it was really big in size, not much height. I got off the motorcycle, and struggled to take off the helmet. Jake reached for the helmet, and removed it. God, he made it look so easy. He then removed his, and got off the bike. "Stick with me, and you might make it out alive." He seems serious, he walked to the entrance. I followed behind.

Jake had entered this creepy looking building. It was quiet on the outside, but loud on the inside. When I walked in, and got a good look at what was in front of me. I stopped in my tracks. My jaw dropped.