Misunderstood

📼Chapter Two📼

~(I'm dumb and didn't save this chapter the first time because I'm a dumbass. So yeah. It was sounding good too but I fucked up. Any way I'm gonna try to re-write it. Hope you guys like it anyway.)~

Jackson looked up at the ceiling yet again. Thoughts swarmed in his head, keeping him awake. He shook his head to get the thoughts out of his head and he rolled over to turn on the mini-lamp on his nightstand. It wasn't that bright but it was bright enough to light his room.
His room wasn't too big, but it was nice and cozey. Well, in his opinon. The room had some small band posters scattered across his walls. On his dresser, which was close to his window, he had some small nick-nacks.
On the window sceal, there was some fsry lights that out lined the shape of it's frame. Since it was snowing, the window looked alittle magical. His bed was all black queen sized bed. His pillows were also black with little rainbow pattern frill. On the foot of his bed was a small little carpet with a pentagram on it.
One of his walls was covered in photos of himself and his friends.

~ring ring. ring ring~

Jackson turned to around and looked at his nightstand, where his phone was ringing. It was his father, who rarely called him and always gave him some shity excuse for not doing so.
He sighed and picked up the phone.
"Hello?", he asked with alittle bit of his accent in his voice.
"Hey k-kiddo. I need you too pick up some beers for m-me"
"Dad... I can't. I'm not old enough you know thi-"
Jackson was interrupted by his father yelling into the phone. He held it away from his ear, knowing that he might go deaf in that ear because of his father.

~time skip~

It was around 12 pm and it was still snowing. Not as much thankfully. If that was the case no one would be able to walk or drive.
Jackson was walking over to one of his close friends house since his father would be home soon and didnt want to be home for that, even if he rarely ever saw him.
It wasnt that far of a walk thankfully. Maybe around a quarter of a mile form his house.
He was going to a friend, whos name was Abby.. She knew Jackson's situation and was always there when he needed someone.
They have been friends since the 7th grade and have gotten fairly close. Close to the point where people thought that they were siblings.
They cared about each other so much and would do anything for each other.
Jackson had mad it to Abby's house and was freezing. He didn't have the proper wear for the weather. All he really had was a black hoodie.
The type of weather he was in, he'd need more than just a hoodie to keep him from the cold.
Soon, he made it to Abby's house. He didn't even need to knock. She opened the door right as he walked on to the door matt.
Abby was about 5'1 and had shoulder length hair, that was like a raven black color. Her skin was like Carmel color. Abby's eyes were like yellow crystals.
"Hey Jacky! Oh my god, get inside!!! You've got to be freezing,"she said grabbing Jackson by his arm and pulling him into the house.
It was nice and toasty in the home which heloed Jackson "defrost"
"T-thanks Abbs," he managed to say through the chattering of his teeth.
Abby's house was nice. To Jackson he thought it was a mancsion.
It was a two story home, with 5 bedrooms. A guest room, Abby's room, her brother's room, Her parent's room, and empty bedroom.
The kitchen was a pretty decent size. It had a bar you could sit at, two stoves and two ovens. It was like a little bakers kitchen.
"Do you want something to eat? My mom just baked some of her banna bread," Abby said closing the door behind her and Jackson walked in.
He shook his head. "It's okay Abbs."
"Are you okay?"
"No, not really."
"What happened?"
"Nothing... Its just my dad again."
"Wanna spend the night? We'll have to stop by your house to get some pf your cloths.."
Jackson hesitated.
"It's... Its okay.. We dont have to.."
"Yes we do"
Jackson looked down at his small friend. He sighed and said okay. Abby ran upstairs to let her moms know. She came back down stairs with a blanket for Jackson. They got in Abby's car, which was a cute little blue Volkswagen.
After about twelve minutes they got to the house. ..
Jackson's father's car was there. Waiting on the porch.
Shit....

~(Hope ypu guys enjoyed chapter two!)~