Good Boy

Chapter 2

Why I hate Jace Summer?

I don't really know anymore.

I know Jace since we were in the kindergarten. He made friend with my brother first and then me. Jace was always a beautiful kid and he was so nice. I remember him helped me when a kid took my color pencil. I like him that time and promised he will be my friend forever.

We don't have any other sibling so I always followed Evan wherever he went to. He didn't want me to follow him because I cried easily he said, but Jace always the one who persuaded him to take me. I liked him even more.

Everything changed when he was around the age of nine. His parents divorced and his father was suddenly addicted to alcohol. Their family send Jace's father to the rehab and he was gone from our life for about two years. My brother said he had to go to Calorado to stay with his aunt. After two years, Mr. Summer came back from rehab and Jace returned home.

But he was different. I remembered following my brother to Jace's house. He opened the door and I almost did not recognized him. He looked difference. He watched at us like we were strangers. Hell, he was the strange one. I don't know him anymore.

I begged my brother to go back home but he refused. I ran to my house and my brother stayed.

The next day, he came into our house. He acted like a pleasant boy but it felt weird looking at him. I hid a lot when he was around. When he looked at me I would just averted my eyes. Mostly when he was around, I just stayed in my bedroom, not wanting to see him.

Sometime he tried to talk to me but I did not feel comfortable anymore. I always thinking, how can Jace's kind, timid voice come out from someone that I didn't know anymore. It's frightening.

He gave up on getting to know me back and ignored me most time.

I think the real problem started when I was fourteen. I was playing with Rianna, my neighbour's racing Greyhound. Rianna is a very active dog. It likes to runs and play a lot which is kind of tiresome sometime. She ran into Jace's porch and knock down the largest urn from his house.

I panicked.

I ran to the porch and trying to collect the piece of broken urn pathetically. I waited for Mr. Summer to come out but Jace's face is the one that I saw when the door opened.

My panic ease a little because I never met Jace's father and afraid of his reaction but Jace, I know him since we were kids. He will help me.

He saw the broken urn and walked fast to me. The chill ran along my spine without I know the reason why.

I was about to open my mouth when he grabbed my arm and shook my body harshly.

"What the hell are you doing?" he screamed into my face.

I was petrified.

I remember looking at his wide bloodshot eyes and started to cry.

He let go of my arm and I ran into my house, hiding behind the garage and cried some more. I only walked into the house when the day is about to go dark.

When I opened the door I saw my mum waiting at the stairs.

"Where are you going? What are you doing?"

She asked angrily and my lips started to quiver again.

"Mr. Summer said you broke his urn and run away. Is that right?" she softened her voice and walked to me.

I shook my head. My voice thick with tears. "Rianna did. Not me."

I told Evan about Jace and he said he was under the stress and I don't have anything to worry about but I'm not convinced.