☼Rachel Palmer☼
Betrayed. I feel betrayed. My mom taught me this word, back in 3rd grade, the day.. the day that my dad left us. She said, "Rachel, can you tell me what the word betray means?"
"Um, mommy? I don't know what that means."
"Look it up in the dictionary, honey." She is peaking through the blinds. She has papers in one hand and she's twirling her wedding ring with her other. Her eyes are trained on my dad going to a car with boxes. With another woman. I try to ignore it and continue,
"Betray. To expose to danger by treacherously giving information to the enemy. 2nd definition: be gravely disloyal to."
She walked over from the window and pulled me onto her lap. She starts to braid my hair. "That's right."
"Mommy, I don't really understand what that means. Can you give me an example?" She ends the first braid and continued on, "Your dad loves to betray everyone and anyone he meets."
"Mommy? Is daddy ever going to come back?" She turns away and I think I see her wipe a tear from her left eye. "No, Rachel, no. He is never coming back."
My mind snaps back to the situation at hand. Jake looks scared, but I could care less. He told me a lie. A fib. A dissemble. A mislead. All the other words that are synonyms to lie.
He lied to me. And I don't take lies easily.
"Look, I'm going to put this simply. And I want some answers. Now."
I walk over to him and squat down onto my ankles. "Why did you lie to me? You know I don't like people lying to me! Why, Jake, why!?!"
I know I shouldn't be yelling at him. He probably feels bad as it is. I know you're probably thinking, 'Wouldn't it be fun to have someone with powers to protect you from those aliens?' In the darkest part of my mind, I'm mentally slapping myself. I'm repeating over and over again, "So stupid. You should go kill yourself." But wouldn't you be mad if someone lied to you about something as big as this? And you were the LAST PERSON on the Earth!?
A tear rolls down his cheek. I've never seen him cry. And he looks so beaten up. He fought those things... Guilt instantly swells in my stomach, but I push it down.
"You owe me an explanation."
♆Jake Landers♆
I'm crying. I never cry. Tears stream down my face as Rachel yells at me. The feeling is unnatural. Actually, I should say, I'm unnatural.
I wipe my hot tears from my cheeks with my sleeve. I reach out to touch Rachel's hand. She grabs my hand looks at it, and puts it on the cold, hard floor.
I deserve it. I really do.
I take a deep breath and start to talk.
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Haha! You guys thought I was actually going to let Jake explain his past? YOU THOUGHT. Notice how this story part is called 6A. I thought I could throw in a cliffhanger to make you guys anxious to read next week.😊Anyways, you guys will be able hear more about his story in the next part of this: 6B. (Just letting you know, the next time you see a chapter with #A, B, or C, it's going to be shorter than the other long chapters and probably have more details.)
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