Life's Fear

Chapter Thirty

I had to wait until night time for the plan to be executed.

For the rest of the evening, I was left alone in my room. It wasn't too bad. Mum and Dad didn't bother me, and Jesse promised he would try and sort things with them for my sake. I managed to get a little homework done, but honestly, I was a little distracted planning everything for tonight. It had to be just right. Perfect. And it had to be believable more than anything.

Before Jesse went to bed, he came into my room. "Everything sorted?" he asked. By this point it was roughly eleven, but he had to be up early for work in the morning, so he needed to go to bed... somewhat early. My parents wouldn't deem eleven to be early, but Jesse and Kendall would.

"I think so," I told him.

I needed a red spray can. And I knew exactly one place to get it.

Just in case my parents were to enter my room, I kept my normal clothes on. And I had unpacked my bag by this point. After I'd finished my planning, I grew anxious, so I needed to do something to take my mind off things. It took me almost half an hour to unpack a small plastic bag of clothes and toiletries. Admittedly, I did drag it out for as long as I could, and by the time I had finished, I was sat on my bed again, worrying about everything that could go wrong tonight.

I had made a list of what could possibly go wrong:
1) I choose the wrong place.
2) I choose the wrong thing to write.
3) Jason's mum would be home when I needed to get his red spray can from his room. Surely the cops hadn't got there before me, right?
4) I was picked up on CCTV.
5) I was caught and sent down with Jason.

"It's really dangerous," Jesse deliberated, beginning to rethink his plan. "You shouldn't be doing it actually."

His plan was brilliant. When it was perhaps one or two in the morning, I would spray paint somewhere in Bellmere – a safe place, of course – and spray paint something that Jason would say. I couldn't consult Scarlett because the plan was being enforced much too late for any conferring, and we couldn't waste any time with Jason being in jail for the time being. Who knew when they would decide to do anything with him. That's why it had to happen tonight.

"Jesse, I'll be fine."

Mum and Dad had already gone to bed, so I was safe to change at any minute. In fact, I hadn't seen them since the debacle in the kitchen earlier today. Jesse had been kind enough to bring me some food up when dinner had been announced, but not to me. It was sort of like scraps, but the gesture was there, and I couldn't fault him. He said he'd spoken a little to Mum to see if he could soften her up a little, but no avail. Not yet, I hoped.

"I shouldn't have even suggested it to you," he argued, sitting down on my bed whilst I was retrieving my black outfit from my wardrobe. I was a good few hours early at this point, but I had nothing else to do and I was growing more anxious every time a new hour had passed. "This is stupid."

"I'm glad you suggested it. It's the right thing to do. As soon as they see the vandalisms haven't stopped, they will have to release him, won't they?"

"Of course they will," Jesse replied quickly, "but you are eighteen and a girl. Who knows what kind of creature wanders the streets at that time of night. At least when you were with Jason you had male company and people would feel less inclined to start something with you with him there."

"I'll be fine. Anyway, you should get to bed."

Jesse sighed louder than a normal person would sigh, just to be dramatic before standing up. He loitered there for a moment before marching up to me and hugging me. It was a rarity he would ever touch me, and for him to be hugging me right now, after all the negative stuff he's said about Jason and how I shouldn't even be talking with him, and how incensed he got, I was honestly astonished.