Leave Mary Jane Alone

Chapter Six.

I didn't say anything and he let out some exasperated air. He still didn't believe me. I took out my paper and told him to bring me home. It hurt to even write, but I always proved my point. I'd show him. My Mom only went wild at five and it was Three Fifty, so we had time. As soon as we arrived I was out of his car and in front of my Mom. She looked shocked to see me. She looked even more shocked at my nubby bandaged hands. I didn't even bother explaining. I pointed to my mouth and back to him.

“Aw! You kissed? That's so cute! Oh my God, Sex talk!” My Mom was shouting and I seriously wanted to punch her brain.

Whoa, cool it psychotic thoughts. I shook my head negatively and pointing to my mouth. Then I made the 'blabbing' motion. If he wanted the truth then he could have it. Damn him. My Mom's face went into utter confusion and I sighed. Oliver watched the exchange with a cute little smile. It made me want to blush. I reached up and poked his shoulder. I gestured from him to her then made the 'blab' motion again. Why was he acting like he couldn't just ask.

“It was funny to watch, but Misses...?” He trailed off. He didn't know her name.

“It's just miss. Just.. Miss Bell..” She almost teared up, but she blinked quickly and renewed her smile. Oliver deflated a little in mood. Whatever he felt lowered to the ground at her down cast face.

“Right. Miss Bell can Mary Jane talk?” He looked right into her eyes like she'd actually lie. She knew I couldn't speak.

“Well! Oliver is it? Sweetie, I need to have a word with you in the other room.” She said nervously. I nodded and went to her. She shook her head and pointed to Oliver. His mouth opened and the urge to shut it was too much to bear.

He was quick to follow her and I had half the nerve to eavesdrop. Secrets don't make friends Oliver! Mom! I tip toed over slyly. I pressed against the door with my ear and listened in. I'm bad right now. I couldn't hear much. The only words I caught were: Sleep, talk, died, never, same. From my Mom. And then from Oliver: Understand, apologies, blew up, and then his next words made me burst the door down. He was mentioning Five O'clock. Not okay.

It kind of hurt that she said whatever she said because from the gist of it, she was saying things that were private. Why was she telling private things to a perfect stranger is what I wanted to know. What if he teased me and forced me to do his homework? My Mother was way too trusting.

I ignored my Mom's curious look and grabbed Oliver by his big arm which my hand didn't fit fully around. I had a hard time dragging him and I let my mom stand there watching. I continued tugging and grunting like a pig until I pushed him onto my bed.

“Okay the roughness was nice lollypop, very sexy seductress skills, but what the fuck? I was going to ask her about the-” My hand was already on his mouth.

I creeped to the door and swung it open making sure she wasn't listening. Nope. She carried on doing whatever it was that Mom's did. I grabbed paper from my desk and scribbled down some words. 'She doesn't know. She will never know. NEVER. Please don't try to tell her and don't show your face here from Five to Six. Ever Oliver. Listen to me... bad things happened and we were both damaged. Bye.'

After I shoved that letter into his hands I was pulling him off my bed and hoping he'd leave. His eyes scanned the letter quickly and then he crumpled it. Why would he do that to vital information!? His gigantic hand was over my shoulder and I pulled him like a heavy back pack.

Suddenly, instead of both of my hands pulling his one, he had my hands in his one. He sat down and I was jerked mid tug towards him. I span in a circle and lost my balance and fell back and let out a little shout. I landed on his lap sideways with my legs laying on him and my butt in the gap between his legs. His knee was tapping lightly and quickly. The bouncing made me bounce and my pink hair wouldn't stop touching my face making it tickle until I smiled.

He frowned down at me as my face burned."Why doesn't she at least know?” I sighed.

I twisted my body until my chest was pressed against him to get my phone. I was uncomfortable. He chuckled under his breath. I wasn't trying to be funny. I whipped out my phone and wrote another message. Why won't he me go and let this go? Damn him. 'The last time I told her about the thing she does she lost control for another hour. Went into deep depression and tried to end it all so I wouldn't have to live with a monster. Thank God the hour ended before she actually did it. It was tough to explain the twenty pills in my hand that I had to take from her. You will not tell her.' I wasn't asking him. I was demanding him. Sure, it was an empty threat, but if she found out and tried to end herself. If she tried to go.. Then I guess there'd be another death because I'm going too.

He read it. His face contorted into sadness, I knew that look too well and I didn't want to, he understood a little better. I was mad that I told him this. He didn't have to know. Nobody had to know. They wouldn't do anything. Oliver finally smiled and put it behind him. Or whatever he did. He was already cradling my back, so I had some support, but then he pushed me and suddenly there was a sweet smell caressing my nose. There was tightness around my waist.

“I want you to cry. I want you to get out these emotions pushed together mushing into disaster inside your head. Go ahead Mary Jane.” He encouraged me and that was enough.

I broke the dam with my tears. I revealed a pitiful excuse known as myself. Me. Mary Jane broke down into wracking tears onto Oliver's shoulder. He let me cry on him and I took it greedily. I needed to get more comfortable and I found myself on him like a koala bear. Straddling him around the hips as tight as I could. I didn't care about my dress doing something stupid. My arms wrapped around his neck and the side of my face to his. My breathing was coming out shuddered and barely. It was hard to keep myself from crying and as soon as I thought about my life the rain was on again. Here I was crying on the best stranger I'd ever met. He was whispering into my ear and I listened. I had to calm myself, and my painful beating heart wasn't helping. We went from angry at each other to him consoling me softly. I'm a softy.

“We'll be okay. It's not over for you. We'll be okay. We'll make it through Beautiful Girl. We will.” He was saying sweet things that made me smile. I liked 'we'. Should I have?

As he rocked me like a baby I realized my eyes weren't leaking anymore. Time passed.  My shallow breathing wasn't shallow. We didn't stop swaying when I remembered. It was Three Fifty.. We drove. Time passed. We paused. Time passed. They talked. Time passed. We talked. Time passed. I cried. Time passed.. Time passed! A blood scraping, ear stabbing, body crumbling scream exploded throughout the house. I jumped as my eyes turned into suns. My legs were already in stride towards the door and my brain was already pumping. I realized I hadn't hidden the knifes. I hadn't hidden the glass plates. I hadn't done anything to prepare for this. 'I've been slacking.' I thought to myself as I hurried downstairs. There was Mommy..

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