The Missing Pieces Of An All American Girl

Love me for who I am!

"Rise and shine!" Jammie whispered into my ear the next morning. I had fallen asleep in Jammies arms with my head resting on his shoulder. "I'm trying," I said as I inhaled his scent. "You smell so freakin' good!" I added sleepily as I yawned. "I'm glad you think so," he said before lying me on the sofa and lying over me while supporting his weight with his hands. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer to me as I kissed him passionately. His hands found my scarf which was snuggly wrapped around my face. My hair hadn't been seen by a male since I was a young child and the thought of Jammie seeing my hair was intimidating. As he tugged my scarf away, our kiss ceased as Jammie pulled away and starred at me in awe. Taking my hands, he slowly pulled me off the sofa until we were both standing on the floor. Keeping his eyes on my face, he reached behind me and pulled my hair band from my hair as it fell down my back. With a smile, he ran his fingers through my straightened hair as he pulled me into his arms. "Why do you cover something so beautiful?" he whispered into my ear as he stroked my hair. "Because it IS beautiful," I replied as I wrapped my arms around him and placed my hands on his back. Just as Jammie was about to drop a kiss on my forehead, my phone began to vibrate in my pocket. "Let me answer this I said as I pulled my phone from my pocket. Jammie nodded and sat on the sofa as I answered my phone.

"Hi dad," I said into the phone flatly.

"Where the hell are you?" he asked angrily.

"I'm out," I replied coolly as I sat next to Jammie.

"Out where? Because you aren't at your grandmother's!" he shouted.

"If I'm remembering correctly, YOU told me that if I didn't like your rules then I could get out," I said calmly.

"And go to your grandmother's," he spat into the phone.

"If you were hitting on me getting out, then why do you care about where I go?" I asked.

With that, I hung up the phone and rested my head on the back of the sofa. "My life is so complicated," I said as my eyes swelled with tears. "When I think I'm going right, others say I'm going wrong. When I'm going wrong, others say I'm going right," I added as my tears slid down my cheeks. "It's okay," Jammie whispered as wrapped his arms around me. I cried on his shoulder as he held me close until I felt as if I had no more tears to shed. "You know I love you right?" I managed to choke a while later as I sniffed and wiped my face with the sleeve of my cardigan. "I love you too," he said as he rested his head on top of mine.

"Probably would be best if you freshen up and take that off before we head to your grandma's," Jammie said in reference to my cardigan. We were sitting next to each other at his kitchen table eating frosted flakes. "I can't go around with my arms showing," I said before stuffing a spoon full of frosted flakes into my mouth. "Okay, okay, what if I gave you one of my hoodies?" he asked as his eyebrow slightly rose. "That'll...work," I replied slowly after stealing a glance at the perfection of his eyes and eyebrows. When our eyes met, I dropped my spoon, spilling cereal and milk on my cardigan. "What?" he asked as his eyebrow rose even higher.

"Nothing," I replied with a smile as I freed my arms of my cardigan.

"Oh my gosh! What is that on your am?!" Jammie asked as he held my arm in his hand.

"Nothing," I replied as I tried to pull my arm from his grip.

"But they look like scars and some of them look pretty recent, especially this huge...cut right here," he added as he tightened his grip while he examined the large gash on my am that was beginning to heal.

"How'd you get that?" he asked.

"I don't really wanna talk about it right now," I said quietly as I pulled my am away from him.

"It's okay," he said as he kissed my cheek. "I just want you to be okay," he added with a half smile. "I'm gonna go get you a hoodie and I'll be right back," he said as he stood up from his chair and headed to the back of the house.

"Okay," I replied as I starred at the nasty scar that branded my arm and pierced holes in my heart with its painful memories.