Truth

Chapter 32

What is she thinking?

"Jessica what are you doing up here?" my voice was really quiet. She smiles and looks to the ground.

"See you got Katie. Good girl" those words made me even more angry.

"Yeah. No thanks to you" I spat at her. Who does she think she is? We stare at each other for a few minutes when she puts her hand behind then reveled a handgun. Oh shit!
I stumble back a bit then regain my balance. I put my hand out while she is pointing the gun at me.
"Jessica please.... Don't do this"

"Wait you think my dad wants me to kill you?" she laughs and points the gun to her head.

"Woah, Woah, Woah!" I yell taking a step closer.

"He wants me too kill myself!" she shouts with a few tears rolling down her cheek.

"But why?" my voice was quiet. God Sketch is messed up!

"Why not? He never wanted me! After my mum died he made me sell myself and sell drugs and do a whole other fucked up shit!" she shouts. I can hear yelling from the ground but I don't bother to look down.

"Jessica he was a prick. You don't treat your children like that and he is going down for a long time. You don't need to do everything he says" I said in a reassuring tone.

"But I have to, I need to do this for my mum"

"God what has he done to you? Please Jessica give me the gun"

"Why do you want to help me? I'm the reason that Katie got put into care" those words hit me right where it hurts.

"I know, but I'm willing to forget about it. Please......please don't do this. You have nothing to prove to your dad. You are still young, you have your whole life ahead of you please don't throw it away because of him"

She was really hesitant, I kept walking towards her and she slowly lowers her gun. When I'm standing in front of her I put my hand on her shoulder.

"Can I take that?" I ask softy and she slowly nods. I put my hand around the gun and slowly take it off her. I give her a quick hug.
"Your OK, come on let's get down" I whisper in her ear and she giggles. I pull away and we start to slide down to the middle of the roof.

All of a sudden I start to feel wobbly and my foot slipped. Before I know it I'm tumbling backwards, the gun flew out my hand landing god knows where. I reach the edge of the roof when I feel a hand grab my arm. Oh thank god Jessica. My whole body was off the roof the my hand holding the gutter and my other hand holding onto Jessica's arm.

"ARI!" I hear a few people scream.

"Get to the roof!" I also hear, I have no idea who it was. My eyes started to tear up. Oh god please don't let go.

"It's OK I've got you!" Jessica shouts.

"Please don't let me fall!" I yell back.

"Never!" we stay there for a few seconds and I can see her struggling. Then her hand slips off a tile she was holding onto and she falls further. Jessica quickly grabs hold of another tile but the time half her body was off the roof and I'm only holding her arm. I'm too heavy she can't take my weight.

"Arianna hold on!" Jessica screams.

I feel a window by my feet, I start to kick it open.

"Stop kicking I can't hold you!" Jessica screams at me.

"I think I can get through here on three you have to let me go!"

"Are you kidding!?"

"Hold on Arianna" I hear a male voice, I know that voice. I sudden feel arms around my legs. I look behind Jessica and I see D.S Thorpe.

"Jessica let me go. NOW!" I scream and finally she let's me go. The arms are tightly around my legs so I didn't fall much and I hear Katie screaming my name. I hold onto the wall as I get lowered a little. I then bend down a climb through the window, very awkwardly, with these hands helping me. As soon as I'm in a room the guy pulls me towards him, hugging me tightly and I know exactly who it is.

"Arianna" Ethan whispers in my ear.

"Ethan...." I whisper back and a few tears escape my eyes. He pulls away and puts both his hands onto my face. He smashes his lips against mine and gave me a quick but passionate kiss. He pulls away looking deep into my eyes.

"Don't you ever do that again" he said in a stern and worrying tone.

"I'll try not to" I giggle a little. He pulls me back in for a hug.

I have missed him so much.