Jamison's Story

Chapter 12. Jake

(Jamisons Point Of View)

I don't know where I'm headed. But I never stopped running. The hot, burning sun pierced my body. I was in a Black, bloody dress. Underneath I have a tank top and shorts with my phone in my pocket. I pulled the small black dress around my head and ran to the other side of the empty road in black flats, near the woods. I wrapped my stinky dress around a huge rock. I threw the hot rock far into the woods. I never wanted to see that dress again. I never want to see my mom again.

.   I ran down the empty dirt road and sat in the middle.of the road. I could hear a truck coming by. I couldn't help but look up. There was a big truck with raised wheels. It looked to be a country boy inside. He stomped on the breaks and stared at me. I rose up from the dirt road. "Hey. Are you OK? Do you need any help?  What's your name?" He asked. "Jamison. And yes. I need help. " I said. "I'm Jake. How old are you?" He asked as he put his hand on my small shoulder. "13. About to be 14." I said. "Oh. Well where is your mom?" Jake asked. "In hell. I hope. " I said. "Heeey. Whats up with that?" He asked as he let me into his truck.  "I HATE my mom. " I said. I stared out of the window. "Wanna talk about it?" Jake asked. "How old are you. " I asked. "15" Jake said. I knew I liked him. Or at least he was cute. He had a beautiful slanted smile. He wore a camo hat and camo clothes. "Oh. Well are you a hunter? " I asked. "It's my life. As well as fishing. Can you bait a hook?" Jake asked. "Mayybe. " I said. He laughed with a bright shine in his eyes. "So. Why were you out in the road. " Jake asked. I tried to ignore it, but he gave me a worried look. Like he knew me. "Fine. My mom abuses me. I was at my bullies funeral and I went to the bathroom. I wasn't supposed to talk because I slipped off a roof...  blah blah different story. And well I couldn't yell for help when my mom was hurting me. So I cleaned my self up and ran away. " I said. It brought tears to my eyes. "Can I hear the other story?" Jake asked. He was full of curiosity. "Whatever. I don't care. Well.....  There was a girl named Lacey. She thought she was all that because she's rich. So she thought she was better than me. She bullied me. She told me to climb onto the top of a swing set roof. 50 feet from the ground. So I did. It started raining. I slipped. Almost died. It was scary. But carma is a bitch. Someone killed her. I swear I dont know who. But I might have an idea. " I said. "Wow. Wasn't that on the news?" Jake asked. "Yea. " I said. "Now where are We going? " I asked. "My cabin. Or house. It's just where I stay. " Jake explained. "Will your parents mind you picking up a girl from the streets? " I asked. He looked around. "No. I don't live with my parents. " Jake said. "Well. What happend? " I asked. "I don't know my parents. I was a foster kid. I ran away. I lived in california. Started a new life in georgia. I raised money from my job that I received. Working at Bass Pro Shop. I bought a truck. Added big tires. Slept in the car. Bout a big cabin. And bam. I'm here. " Jake said laughing as he pulled into his driveway. "Thanks for the ride. I will be going back now. " I said. Walking back down his driveway. "Wait. I brought you here to stay with me. For a few days. " he said smiling. I smiled. I couldn't help it. "OK. I guess. For a little while. I need clothes. " I said. "It's fine. I will handle that. What size shirt and what size shorts or pants?" Jake asked. "Size 10-12 for shirts. Size 10-12 for pants and shorts. " I said. "Wow. Youre very small." He said. I felt bad about my self. I was way too small. But I am fat. FAT. I looked at Jake. "May I go in? Maybe bait a hook?" I asked. "Surre. " jake laughed. We walked into his pretty, and big cabin. It smelled like coffee, or even oranges. I liked it. He was smoke free. Alcohol free. He's perfect. I think. I like him. A lot. "Go down the hallway and the last door on the right can be your room." He said. I nodded my head. I walked into the big room. There was a queen sized bed with a TV on top of a dresser. The closet was in the far right corner. I set my shoes in the closet. The room had pictures of bass pro shop stuff. I walked back into the living room. His whole house was clean. I saw Jake on the back porch..I walked over to the back door. I opened it slowly. "Heey. This is a beautiful place." I said. I smiled. "Thanks. I like it. It's comfortable. " Jake said smiling. We both looked at the huge water fall full of fish. "Ok. Ready to bait that hook?" Jake asked. I nodded.

(Jake's Point of View )

She was so beautiful. I can't believe all she went through. I wish she was mine. I would treat her like my angel. The best girlfriend I could have. But I just met her. That would be wrong. She had very long brown wavy hair. She had a summer tan going on. I could tell she was a country girl. Or looked like It. I saw jamison heading back over. I tried hiding my sudden feelings for her by smiling. I ran over the the closet outside on the right. There were over 10 fishing poles. I love it. I pulled a pink one and a woods style one out. I snapped the pack of worms out and set everything to the side. I slapped the radio on. *Night Train by Jason aldean* came on. "Ok ready? " I asked. "Yeaa! I was born ready. " she laughed. I baited my hook and set my fishing pole down. I looked at the porch. Underneath was a lake. No bad fish. Just catfish. I would swim with them. But would she?  Oh Well. I picked my pole up and slung it into the water. I set my camouflage pole onto a pole holder. I walked over to Jamison. "Ok. I'm going to show you how to bait your hook. First. You get a thick worm. You poke the hook into the work. You want the worm far up the hook so the fish will get stuck. Then you keep wrapping it. Then you cast your line. " I said smiling. I could tell she was lost. I laughed so hard. "Ok. Here. " I said handing a worm and the hook to her. I saw her wrap the worm on the hook perfectly. A total country girl right there. I wrapped my arms around her as she held the fishing pole. I put my hands on the handel of the pole where hers sat. I saw she already had her finger on the button like she knew how to fish. "Ok. Now cast it. " I said. I still had myself around her. She held down the button and slung the pole back and then forward. I let go of her and saw she did it. "You know how to fish. Don't you?" I asked laughing my ass off. She started laughing. "Yea. I used to fish with my dad. I did fishing competitions. I was the champion. " Jamison said laughing more. Jamison took my hat off my head and put it on her head. I am so glad I met her. She's beautiful, kind, funny, and I love her personality already. Jamison walked over to the door of my cabin. "Put everything in your pockets on this table. " Jamison said demandingly. I did what she said. "Now I will do the same. " jamison said. I walked over to my pole and checked it. Still nothing. Jamison came running over. I was shocked. Jamison pushed me down into the warm water. I hit the bottom of the lake. "Nice one!! " I said laughing. "Now help me out. " I said. I grabbed jamisons hand. I yanked her down into the lake with me. I looked around. My heart vested faster and faster. Where did she go? Did I kill her? Oh crap. The a tiny head popped out of the water. "Ugh. My hair. It's ruined!!!!" Jamison yelled. We both laughed at each other. "Ok. Now please help me out. It's cold in here. " Jamison said laughing. I put her on my back and swam over to the ladder. "There. " I said smiling so big. We both climbed out. I walked over the the small closet where my fishing poles are, I grabbed two big towels. I tossed her the bigger one for the smaller girl. It learly knocked her over. We both dried off. I took our fishing poles out of the holders. I set them back into the closet and walked inside where jamison was sitting on the couch with my iphone. I saw she was taking pictures. She looked beautiful in all of them. I walked over and sat with her. I joined in on all of the fun. The finally it happend.