Jesella

chapter two

Finally! Fall is over and it's December which means Christmas is right around the corner! I'm so excited.

It didn't snow yet! But I am patiently waiting for it to though. The snow is beautiful and I love how during the day the sun shines down making you see sparkly snow.

It's a cold night and I've been locked up in the attic for three days without food. All I had was water and I was basically okay with that. I knew the whole fight was my fault and I know this is my punishment.

I don't see why Rosie over reacted, how hard is it to go back upstairs and get her own stuff. I was on my break and it's the only break I ever get during the day.

But one simple no from me and I get locked away with no food. Times like this I really wish my parents were both alive and healthy.

I also wish that my father never met Caroline. She's a vampire for god sakes! I still hardly even believe that her and her family are vampires.

I heard someone come up the stairs and the door slowly unlocked then they headed back downstairs.

I looked over at the door and opened it up, I didn't see anyone so I gently made my way down the steps. As I got to the very last step, I stopped because the whole house sounded so quiet.

"Boo!" I seen Rosie facing me, she was upside down from the ceiling.

"Aaaahhhh!" I screamed and quickly ran back up the attic, slamming the door shut and putting a shelf in front of it.

I heard laughter from downstairs and I knew they all planned this. How could she even do such a thing? It wasn't even funny or nice, I feel sorry for their heartless souls.

I sat on the floor and leaned against the shelf that held mainly all of my favorite books.

I heard a knock on the door but didn't bother seeing who it could be. "Jesella? Are you okay?" It was Silver on the other side of the door.

"I'm perfectly fine!"

"You know you can come downstairs now."

"No thank you, I rather not."

"Please, I made dinner for you. You must be starving to death, come and eat."

"Fine." I sighed and slowly moved the book shelf. I opened up the door and seen a smiling Silver. I swear her smile is gorgeous just like her.

She then gave me a frown by noticing how helpless and dirty I look. I would've showered and cleaned myself but all I had up here was bottles of cold water.

We made it downstairs and into the dining room, luckily no one was in there. I sat down and Silver handed me a bowl of creamy potato soup.

Oh how I remember my mother used to make this. Every Friday she would make this for me and my father. The three of us would sit in the living room talk and eat. It was always great moments with them.

Silver handed me a cup of tea and left the room. I sat there in silence just minding my own and enjoying this soup. After about ten minutes someone walks in and it's Jackson.

It felt like I haven't seen him in forever.

He was wearing sweats and a t-shirt his hair was messy but in a perfect messy, if you know what I mean. He slowly sat down across from me and took a sip of my tea.

"You know that whole fight you caused a few days ago, was absolutely pathetic. You could've got Rosie killed." He then stared me down with such hatred just like he did before.

"You're right and I'm sorry." I looked down to my bowl of somewhat empty soup.

"Look at me."

I didn't bother looking at him and I wasn't going to. He than told me to look at him again but I refused to. Jackson was making me nervous for some reason and I didn't really want to be near him.