Once I get home from taking Jakey home, my dad is waiting for me right in the front hall.
"Skippy? A word?" He asks calmly, which is good, because he doesn't sound mad.
"Yea, Dad?"
"That Jacob seems like a good kid. I like him and I'm glad you're making friends again, Melly."
I mentally cringe at my childhood nickname, thinking of Amy. She always called me that.
"I'm so glad you're happy Dad. I told you not to worry." I say, smiling.
"I'm your dad Mel. I'll always worry."
"I know, but it worries me when you worry too much. We've both been through some tough things, and since the... incident," I hesitate a little, "I worry everyday that I'll lose you too." I finish, tears beginning to well up in my eyes. The final image of my mother burned behind my eyelids.
Blood, so much blood. So many straight red wounds on her pale skin. Her purple silk bed sheet wrapped around her, as if it was what pulled her out of the dryer when I opened it. She tumbled out and onto the cold, concrete basement floor. The complete and utter horror that had forced my throat to close, unable to scream.
"Oh Mel!" Dad says, pulling me into a hug. "I'm not going anywhere baby. Amy is locked up, she won't hurt you or anyone else. We're safe." He sobbed onto her shoulder.
"What if she escapes?" I ask, my voice barely a whisper.
He pulls away and put his hands on my shoulder, forcing me to look at his face. "She will never ever escape." he promised.
"I hope you're right." I say in between my sniffling. "I'm gonna head upstairs, see you for dinner Dad." I say to him, pulling him into another quick hug before ascending the stairs to my room.
I sit at my desk, and do what I always do when I need to relax. I log on to SSG. Jake messages me before the entire screen even loads.
JacobTheLame: Hey CC!
Me: Hey Jakey!
JacobTheLame: How are you?
I got some newssssss!
Me: I'm great (:
What's your news?
JacobTheLame: Well you know how I
live in California now right?
Me: Yea, lucky! ):
JacobTheLame: I made another friend.
JacobTheLame: a real one.
I pause for a moment. What did he mean by a real one? Did I not seem real enough?
Me: What do you mean by... real?
JacobTheLame: Oh shit! i didn't mean like-
an offline friend 'real'. I meant the first friend
was fake, this one is not.
I play stupid and act like I don't know what he means.
Me: Wait- So you made the Lydia girl up?
JacobTheLame: No Cecelia, not that kind of
fake. you know what I mean.
Me: Mk. So who's your new friend?
JacobTheLame: Her name is Melanie.
She's really nice, and hella chill!
Blush shades my face and I smile. He really thinks that about me? My insides were doing somersaults , and I have to force myself to respond calmly.
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Pretty Lies
Novela JuvenilMelanie Dedroze lives an awful reality. Horrific childhood experience has ruined her average day life, so she decided to live an alternate one online. When her closest online friend, Jacob Welts, moves to her school from another state, she recognize...
