Lost

chapter 6

Chapter 6

Laura went first. I stumbled in the back behind her, still clutching onto my bleeding hand. she banged her fist on the door hard, tears running down her face. Wes answered the door shocked. "oh my God! what happened!? Keaton! Drew! get down here!" the other boys ran down the stairs to see what was going on. "what the fudge! Laura! Jenny!" Drew yelled, bringing us inside. "Jen!! your hand! that's really bad, we have to wrap that up!" Keaton said and he took me into the bathroom to fix my hand. Wes and Drew sat down with Laura on the couch, talking to her. We left the room and I cried as Keaton really half carried me up the stairs. I felt so lifeless, like I could barely move a muscle. my skin was most likely pale by now, with such a huge gash in my hand, and the blood was quickly leaving my body.

"Jen, Jen. it's gonna be ok baby. it's ok." keaton reassured me, fumbling through all of the items in the medicine cabinet over the sink. "Here! found it!" he pulled out white gauze and cotton. "let me just put this on here.... this might hurt a bit," therefore, it did. he put the cotton over the cut and I cringed. "sorry," Keaton finished wrapping it, then eventually running out. "oh my flubbernugget! no! what am I going to do now?! Oh! I've got some pre-wrap in my room, hold on Jen, stay right there, don't move to much." he ran down the hall, grabbed his pre-wrap, and started putting the pink colored one around it.

"Ok, I'm done. Jen, I'll get you downstairs. come on, let me carry you." he's so sweet. I live, breath, and sleep Keaton. without him I'd be nothing. it's a good thing I'm only 5'4 and 100 pounds or else that boy could not even lift me. He got to the end of the staircase and sat me down gently on the couch, then sitting himself down next to me.

"I'm so sorry girls. sooo sooo sorry that it has to be this way." Drew said, sighing. Laura nodded and I just layed there next to Keaton motionless. "yes, really, truly. I really don't know why someone could be so terrible...." Wes then added. "Laura told us what happened, Jenny." I nodded and finally said, "it...hurts...." and Keats started to run his cute little fingers through my hair, down my arm, and then he wove them into my fingers. his light touch made shivers run down my spine, giving me goosebumps. "Keaton." I mumbled. "yes jelly bean?" I looked down at my messed up hand and I remembered it, that moment. when my life was even more appalling. "where are me and Laura, going to stay?"

"Oh kitty u stay here," he said and brushed my hair out of my eyes. "really?" the brothers mom then walked through the door, disarming the alarm system . "yes, of course," thier mom looked so shaken like she had driven at 100 mph to get here. "oh my God Jennifer, Laura. are you ok? what happened to your hand Jenny?" Wes turned around and looked at her. "mom, mom, calm down. we're trying to fix that right now." she sighed with relief, calming down. "ok, but I've heard half of what has happened, but guys, tell me." Wes went to tell their mom and Keaton got out his acoustic guitar. "Drew, back me up." he said and Drew picked up his guitar. I think Keats whispered the song name in his ear or something, and then he started playing. oh, I know this song, it's actually my favorite. I had told Keaton about a year after I met him that this song I dedicated to him, because of how he keeps me alive.

"You are, the only exception. you, are, the only exception.....you are the only exception, ....you are the only exception." He sang like an angel. Only Exception by Paramore was now our song for just the both of us. It's kind of like how some girls are like, "wow! Taylor Swift's songs are like, practically written for my life!!" it's just about us.

"And I'm on, my way, to believing...... yeah I'm on my way to believing." he finished, then strumming once on my favorite chord, G, which might sound corny, but thats what me and keaton are then. I then smiled for the first time since the incident, and he gave me one of his soft kisses. "I love you...." I said and I started to sob. about all of the things I have to deal with in this life. knowing that I could just let it all out on my baby's shoulder as he wraps his arms around me.