Not Everyone Deserves a Second Chance

Chapter 1

Not Everyone Deserves a Second Chance

Chapter One

It's a dreary night. The wind whispers through the trees. It's a full moon tonight. The moonlight's shining on a wooden park bench, daring me to sit upon it. I'm mesmerized. I walk towards the bench and sit down. The wind picks up, I hear thunder, lightning strikes the ground right next to the mysterious bench I was drawn to. I hear laughter. I look around, but there's no one here. The next thing I know, there's a ghostly white hand on my shoulder. I whip my head around and I freeze.

"James!" I scream. He grabs my arm and drags me down the road. I recognize this neighborhood. It's his neighborhood! I see his house inch closer with every step he takes. Once he reaches the door, he throws me inside, and i slide across the hardwood floor and end up at the bottom of a couch. He throws me onto it and pins me down. He reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a pocket knife. He flips it open, raises it high over his head, and says,

"Goodbye Jessie."

I'm screaming when he thrusts the blade at me. Just before it reaches my skin, my vision blurs. When i can see again, i'm laying on my bed, in my room.

I sit up. It was just a dream! I rub the sleep out of my eyesand look out the window. It's getting lighter. Around five, maybe. I open the shades all the way and the morning light streams in like a beautiful waterfall of brightness. Despite the beauty, it reminds me of my dream. It seemed so real! What did it mean? I feel a tear slide down my cheek when the thought of yesterday returns to memory. I wipe the tear away, and can't stop the images of yesterday from flooding into my mind. We had our first fight, and now we're over.

James had come over for a study date. We both knew we would never be able to study with us two alone, him staring into my hazel eyes, and me staring into his milky brown ones. I pretended that I didn't know the real reason he was here, and i took out my text book and asked him a question about finding the square root of an odd number. The next thing I knew, his soft, smooth lips were tracing mine, and before i knew it, his tongue was fighting with mine. I closed my eyes, to add a dramatic effect, but i opened them again when i felt cloth brush over them. He hadn't noticed i was watching him, and he tried pulling my purple tank top over my head. I pulled away, looked at him and said,

"James, don't."

"Well why not?" he whined. He had his shirt slung over his shoulder, and my hand up to his lips. I pulled my hand away from his pursed lips when he started kissing my fingers.

"We're too young." I answered.

"Jessie, we've been dating for over two years. I think we're ready." He stated softly.

"Just because we have been dating for two years, doesn't mean that i'm ready to take that next step. What if something goes wrong, and i end up a teen mom?" I asked him.

"Why do you always think things through Jess?! Why can't you just let things go the way they please?" I was startled at how quickly he exploded. "Plus, once you start something, you should probably finish it. So, where did we leave off?" He pushed me onto my back.

"JAMES!" I screamed. "Do you have any idea of what could happen?! I could end up carrying a child at the age of fifteen! I can't carry a kid in high school, expecially freshman year! Besides, my mom would kill me before I even had the thing!" I tried yelling louder and louder, but i just wasn't getting through to him.

"Why are you always thinking of yourself Jessica? Think of other people for a change!" He yelled back. I was going to explode.

"For a CHANGE?! Okay, think about this. If I did end up with a child, you would be the FATHER!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. My voice was getting strained from the yelling.

"That's a chance I'm willing to take." he said, a little softer, while leaning in towards me. I rolled off the bed and dodged him.

"JAMES!" I screamed, and pushed him away.

"What?" he replied, like we didn't have that whole conversation less than a minute ago.

"Get Out." I whispered.

"What?"

"Get OUT!" I screamed.

"Whatever Jessie. I can't believe you're pushing this," he struck a pose, "Away!"

"Well you better believe it, because I never want to see you here again! Under any circumstances!" I yell back at him. "Now leave!"

James went silent, then finally said, "Fine. I'll see you at school Jess." I turned him around and lead him to the front door. I pushed him off my doorstep. He made such a dramatic escape, that he "tripped" and fell onto the ground.

"And stay out." I chuckled. I shut the door just as he was getting up. The next thing I hear is a "knock knock" on the door. Some of the paint must have chipped off, because I heard him cuss before he said,

"C'mon Jess! We can work this out. Please let me back in." I ignored his pleading, and soon after I heard footsteps. He was gone.

I come back to reality just in time to look out the window and see the bus pass my house.

"Shoot." I say to myself. "I overslept."

I call down to my mom.

"Jessie!" she yells "What are you doing here? Don't you have school today?"

"Yea, Mom." I sigh. "I overslept." I hate lying to her, because she usually figures stuff out on her own, but i really dont feel like explaining what happend last night. My eyes didn't feel the same way though, because tears started flooding over and sliding down my cheeks.

"Jessica Anderson." She moans. "Why can't you-" She stops and sees the tears rolling gracefully down my face.

"Jess, what's wrong?" she asks. "Is it about the bus? 'Cause I could surely give you a ride, I-" I cut her off. My voice startles me.

"It's not the bus." I hiccup. "It's James."

She pauses, then, "Oh, Jess. I knew this was coming. He tried "It" on you, didn't he?" This caught me off guard. How did she know?

I look at her, but decide not to lie this time. "Yeah, Mom." I sob. "He did."