Lost ( ON PAUSE)

Chapter 2

~Hey , sorry guys i am posting so late. but hope you guys like this chapter. I took my time with this chapter.~

Walking outside, Jake quickly runs to the passenger side of his 2012 black Silverado and opens the door for me.

 “Oh, so Mr. Jake is a gentleman.” I joke.

 The black truck door shuts before I was able to enter.

“Well apparently I am if I didn’t rape you as good-looking you are.” Jake whispers.

He opens the truck door yet again, this time allowing me to get into the vehicle. Slamming the door, Jake jogs to the driver’s side and jumps in the truck.  . The leather seats, which are comfortable, jerk back as he starts the truck. He adjusts the air conditioning to the perfect amount of air.

                “Put your address into my GPS pleaseee!” Jake laughs. Quietly I type my address into his iPhone. How could he just say that and expect me not to hear. Suddenly, the truck begins to back out of his driveway and begin the 8 minute journey to my house. The majority of the ride, it was silent. The occasional 4-5 second stare would happen between us, but it was dead silence. Tired of no sounds and conversation, my hand reaches towards his radio, turning it on and instantly recognizing the song.

“We can take a walk some day, dream about what we could have been, but I don’t wanna leave this place, No Faith in Brooklyn. “, I began to sing.  Jake began to sing along too. He and I harmonize the whole song until we reached my house.

 “You’re a part of the HoodieMob?” Jake asks me as he adjusts his outfit.

“YASSS! Hoodie is amazeballs.” I shriek. We laugh in unison as he pulls into my driveway.

He parks, pulling the key out of the ignition and jumps out the truck. He grabs my stuff in the backseat, then opening the door and giving me his hand to exit the truck.”Thanks Jake, for all this and for being a gentleman.” I began to cry a little. Jake hugs as we walk towards the front door. Instantly, I notice my purse and keys, lying on my doormat with a note. I crumble up the note, knowing it was probably Chris asking for forgiveness.

I grab my purse and keys and open the door.

“Thanks again Jake. See you around?” I say as he walks to his Silverado.

 “Of course, princess Kaiyah.” he yells.

 I grin, entering my house and shutting the door. I hastily remove my Vans and run upstairs. I go into my bedroom, seeing my made bed, the written walls and the LED lights all around my room.  I jump in my bed, ruining the hard work I put into making it.  As I look down, I realize I’m still in Jake’s sweats. I quickly erase that thoughts of being with Jake and let the waves of memory crash on me, letting me remember what happened last night with Chris.

My eyes begin to water, eventually becoming tears. Chris always treated me like a queen. He would skip meetings and practices to hang out with me. He had respect for me regardless of my history.  But the Chris I saw yesterday wasn’t anything I liked.  Silently crying for hours, I continue to think back about the past, how I wasn’t a good child to my mother. I thought about the way they treated me at school, and how I couldn’t deal with it. At that moment, someone knocked on my bedroom door. Before I could tell them to come in, the door opened.

“Kaiyah Jhene! Where were you? We were worried sick!” my mother yelled. I quickly wiped my tears away and faced my mother. She was so beautiful, long auburn hair, smooth beige colored skin, coming from her Dominican roots. Yet I wonder where is my beauty...

My younger siblings, Christian and Jasmine ran in, jumping onto my bed and giving me hugs. I laughed slightly. “You wombats missed me?” I asked them, returning the hugs. They both nod their heads franticly.