Loving You is Not A Possibility

Chapter 6: Remembering

Jackson next to me, glaring daggers into my face.  All I had wanted was to tell him and his brother Jace happy birthday, and this is what I found.

I found a sad, torn apart eight year old, tears streaking down his face.  That was defiantlynot what I expected on his birthday.  He sould've been happy and jumping for joy.

"What's wrong Jackson?"  I asked, plaing a hand on his shoulder.

"Don't touch me Emily!"  He screeched, grabbing my wrist and squeezing.  I flinched, trying to pull out of his grip.  Even though he was only a little older than me, he was much stronger.

"Jackie, your hurting me!"  I wined as my bottom lip started to quiver.  He just glared at me, and I could tell that he hated me with all my heart.

My little seven year old heart was crushed, broken into a million little pieces at the sight of his face.  He was my first crush, I had liked him since I first met him.

He suddenly pushed my hand away, throwing me to the ground.  My fingers hit the cement hard and skiddid against the concrete.

"Just go away!"  He wailed, "I never want to see you again!"  And then he ran back in the house, leaving me alone.

For a minute I just sat there in my red party dress, staring down at my bloody hands.  The wind started to pick up, pulling at my nice braids until they were pulled out altogether.

And then it started to ran huge drops of cold water.  That's when I was jolted back to reality and out of my shocked state of mind.

I ran down the street with tears streaming down my face.  My house was not far away, in face Jackson was my next door neighbour, but when you lived in the country it was farther than it sounds.

Five minutes later I ran up my gravel driveway, sliding to my knees in the mud.  But I didn't care, I just lay there, staring up at the sky as the rain poured down on my face.

"Emily Jo

"Jackson."  I managed to stutter through my sobs and shakes.

"Oh honey, lets get you cleaned up and then you tell me what happened."  I was completely out of energy, so I just nodded and let my mother wash me up. 

She didn't bother giving me a full bath, she just wiped me down with a wet cloth, making sure to clean my cuts extra well.

When all the mud and blood was gone she put me in a warm night gown, pulling my messy hair into a pony tail.

Then she set me down at the kitchen table, placing a cup of hot chocolate in front of me.  All I could do was watch the steam rise from the mug.

Jackson's words kept playing through my head, over and over.  I could hardly take it.  Never seeing him again would be torture, he was my best friend.

He always had been, in fact he was my only friend.  To others I was the weird girl who hanged out with the weird boy.

And then suddenly, all my sadness turned to anger.  How could he do that to me?!  I was trying to be nice on his birthday and he went hurt me!

I had never been anything but understanding as he cried about how his parents fought or how they liked Jace better.

I had listened to all the things he had to say and gone along with every little thing he did, no matter how much I didn't want to.