SEIZE EVERYTHING

Chapter 1

A visual of Jessie :) ur welcome.
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                   "Jessie wake up." I hear sobs while someone shakes my shoulders.
" They've killed him. Oh my god, Jessie wake the fuck up, he's dead." I blink up at her from my pillow.
Tears start trickling down my cheeks cause I know what she's implying and I just keep blinking up at her, cause she's lying, she can't be for real.
" No Gabbie, I was just talking to him before I went to sleep. He must be asleep, no, he's asleep. Let's go to his room." I grab her hand and get up and walk to his room. While Gabbie keeps sobbing and yanking at my hand to stop me.
" Mom what's going on please?" I ask her as I see the nurses emptying the room.
" Your father is dead." She tells me like it's everyday news, not even giving me a side glance to check on me. She's stiff. No tears, no sobs, nothing.
" Mom he can't be dead, I left him with you." I start yelling at her.
Thwack.
I blink in shock as I reach for my cheek.

I blink at the ceiling, wiping my eyes.
Crying is for the defeated.
Crying won't make me survive.
I've already survived. Crying after all of those years won't help me at all.

Ever since I told Mila and Gabbie about the drugs I went into a rehabilitation center back in LA, and now it's been eleven months since I've been out, five months since Gabbie died, and two since my last relapse.

Ever since that one night from hell, I can't sleep.

I always had a brief case of insomnia, I struggled to go to sleep, and it got worse over the years. It became impossible this past year.

Cause I've been a mess. I got suspended from the company I owned. The company I worked so hard to keep our mother, her new husband and son from taking over our dad's hard work.

I can't have those thoughts now though, that was seven months ago, before Gabbie got sick, before I started making her wishlist come true, I worked as a bartender for six months for god's sake, just for my twin's sake, just to plant a smile in her face before she takes her last breaths.

I get up from the bed, open my closet and grab a huge sweater and some black skinny jeans and start changing to them.

I grab my shoes by the door and head outside for a walk.

When I reach the building door I find Walter still sitting on his chair beside the door, he's sleeping though.

I smile to myself.
He seemed so friendly earlier.

As I start heading towards the outside of the building I see a silhouette walking towards my direction. I take a step back. The sun will be rising soon so, it is possible for some people to be awake, but that possibility is low.

A very attractive sweaty man who has the most perfect hair I ever laid eyes on greets me with a simple hello and heads inside the building before I can even response.

My eyebrows draw together as I replay a mental picture of the guy.

Hair, very slick brown hair. And let me say thick, like I don't have that much hair, and I'm a girl, so that must say a lot. High sculpted cheekbones deep blue eyes, I swear he looks like a wolf, almost. And yeah that's it I didn't pay attention to anything else I was too busy looking at his hair.

Well Jessie, at least that was a distraction from the blast from the past.

I don't know how long I've been walking, but when I'm back there's a large truck by the side of the building and Mr. Walter is standing outside talking to some people.

" Ms. Malcom, good morning, I need you to sign here, your duplex furniture is here." He smiles politely.

" hello Walter, hope you had a good night's sleep." I sign while smirking at him.