Escaping My Past

Chapter 8

Hi!!! So here’s the next chapter. If there’s anything else bothering you or you have any more questions after this chapter, then please say so. My goal is to answer some of thw questions here

So here it is, it might be a whole lot to take in, since you get a big amount of info and a lot of stuff happening and I’m sorry, but bear with it. After this, it’ll get better.

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Fortunately Rick got to drive me home. I was afraid of what was going to happen if Blake got to drive me home. All through the movie I could see that he kept glancing at me and glancing at my hand – which was in my lap. It was really uncomfortable. Rick thought it was funny and was laughing his ass off…while he was driving!!!!

“Okay, that’s enough laughing!! Now, would you open your eyes and drive like a normal guy?” I asked annoyed. He didn’t have to laugh that much. I really had no idea what to do about Blake. While the movie was still on, I had decided that I couldn’t date him, so I had to tell him no. Somehow. I sighed, how was I going to do that without breaking his heart? Or making things awkward between us.

Rick seemed to have heard me sigh, cause he knew what I was thinking about. “Take it easy, don’t think so much about it. It’ll work out. I hardly think he’ll hate you if you reject him. He’ll probably be a little hurt, but he’ll come around.” Rick said. He grabbed my hand with his own and gave it a squeeze.

“I hope so. I don’t wanna lose him as a friend. I haven’t had many of those” I answered.

“He’s not an ass enough to not be your friend. Don’t worry, you won’t lose him” he said. We pulled up at my house and I gave him a hug and said goodbye. I took the bags and walked inside with heavy steps. Why did we buy so much?

“Macy, I’m home” I said and walked upstairs to drop everything on my bed. I didn’t think they would be that heavy. Poor guys.

“Amy, can I talk to you?” Jack said. I turned around to see him standing in the doorway. I nodded. He came in and sat in the couch.

“I think we should continue where we left off at the office” He said, looking at me curiously. Oh shit, I’d totally forgotten about that. Well, might as well get it over with. I went down and sat next to him.

“So I’m just gonna spit it out and then you can hate me afterwards okay?” I asked, not looking at him. I leaned back and rested my head on the back of the couch, facing the ceiling. I think he nodded, but I couldn’t see very well.

“When I was little, I think about ten or maybe eleven, I woke up in the middle of the night, because something smelled. The house was filled with smoke. It was burning, so I quickly got up and went to wake my dad. I was injured in the process, sprained my ankle. He carried me out and said to call a report it and wait for him and the rest to get out. He went back into the house to get my mom and my sisters, but no one ever came out. I wanted to go back in after them, but I stood frozen, waiting for them. When the fire truck arrived, it was already too late. I was sent to foster care, 15 different places in a year. I didn’t like it, so I ran away. I went to Jersey City and lived on the streets for a while. People directed me to New York, so I came here, I was still living the streets, but then I met Bays and the others. We did some stupid shit together, worse than things I’d done in Jersey City. He’s a real creep, but he has a heart. It’s hard to get into it, but he has one. The rest just follows him. Guess they’re stupid too. Then you came and got me out of all that shit. Did I ever thank you? I guess not. Thanks” I said. I didn’t have the guts to look at him, so I just continued to stare at the ceiling and wait for him to answer. I don’t know how much time passed by, but it was a long time.