Only One

Chapter Twelve

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The original plan I had for when I come home was to clean. But after that car ride the plan shifted. I went to my room and slipped into yoga pants and my Arizona sweatshirt. I took my earbuds and plugged them into my iPod. I played the first sad song that came to my head which was Still Here by Digital Daggers. It applied to my situation perfectly. I mean just the title did. I turned the volume up all the way and lean back against my headboard. My body rested against all of my pillows and my head was on the top of the actual headboard. I leaned my head back so I was looking at my ceiling. Then I closed my eyes. The Monsters that I drank isn't what is bad for my heart. It's Parker himself.

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When I woke up it was 7:30. Half of my pillows were now on the ground. What can I say? I'm a restless sleeper. I sit up and stretch my arms. I take my earbuds out of my ears and set them on my nightstand. Mom should be home now. Why do I care? I'm made at her. I need a distraction. That is what I need. Something to get my mind off Mom, off of Parker, everything. That's when my phone rang. I didn't want to answer it, especially when I saw the caller ID. It was Mrs. Brookes. I don't have anything against her, but I want a break from that family. I sighed and answered the phone.

"Hey Mrs. Brookes," I greeted with a yawn.

"Hello Jenny. You sound tired. I didn't wake you, did I ?" She asks.

"No Mrs. Brookes you did not wake me." It came out meaner than I wanted it to.

"Well I just wanted to thank you for taking Parker home with you. It was nice of you," she says.

"Well we are neighbors," I say laughing uneasily.

"That's what I'm calling for actually. If you aren't doing anything I was wondering if you could come over and babysit Ashleigh. My husband has a dinner party that we just found out about. I know it's last minute, but since Ashleigh adores you I was wondering if you could watch her," she explained.

Why can't Parker or Ryan watch her? "I would love to. What time should I be over?" I asked.

"7:45 okay?" She asked.

"Perfect. I'll see you soon then," I say. I hear the sound of an ended call. I set my phone down on my bed. Ashleigh is a nice girl. She's pretty laid back too. She does what every other seven year old does: draw, play dress up, does tea parties, and watches barbie and princess movies. She doesn't do sports though. She's a total girly girl. I got up off my bed and went to my closet. I stripped out of my current outdit and into a pair of black Adidas shorts along with my Arizone sweatshirt. I grabbed my phone and made my way downstairs. I went over to the counter and made sure to grab one of our extra house keys. I put it inside my phone case where I put other things like money. Then I scribbled a note an a post-it telling mom where I was going. She probabky won't see it though. She probabky won't even come out of her room again. After all, she never does.

I wish I could stay in my room forever. Sleep all day and what not. But I can't because hiding from your problems isn't going to make them go away. It,s only going to create more. And more problems is something that I don't need right now. I have enough problems as it is.