I woke up and Jacob wasn't there. I rubbed my eyes and my eye sight adjusted to the light on the room. I got up and went upstairs and showered, brushed my teeth and changed. I went downstairs and saw Eric standing in the kitchen with Jacob, I knew Kate was asleep, Nikki probably had a huge hangover and couldn't get out of bed, or they were together.
I went into the kitchen and got the bacon in the freezer and put it on a pan on the stove. I fried it and got some Apple juice, because I hate orange juice. I smiled and ate it all. I was thinking about last night. His voice replayed in my mind. "Love." He called me love.
But then again, I haven't been here for 8 years... Maybe it changed. Maybe that's not a thing anymore. I let out a quiet breath and headed towards the sink and washed the cup and a plate.
I hummed a song and went into the living room, I sat down and turned the TV on.
I heard the door open and shut and footsteps walk over to me. I saw Jacob come over trying to hide his amazing smile and sat down next to me. I looked over to him.
"Okay, what is it?" I asked turning to him.
"okay, you remember how your mum owned a dance studio?" I nodded like duhh. "Well before she... Passed away, she left it to you"
"WHAT?!" I asked grinning. "Really??" I asked and he nodded. We heard a faint, groggy "Shut up" that was definitely Nicky's voice. I smiled and something just came over me as I leaned ain and kissed him. He seemed confused but after a few seconds he kissed back pulling me close to his chest. I pulled away slowly and sqealed hugging him tight.
He chuckled and I buried my face in he crook of his neck smiling. "Thank you!!" I mumbled. He just nodded. "Want me to drive you there?" He asked. I pulled away from the hug and smiled. Why'd I kiss him?! "Yesh!!" I replied excitedly. I got up and walked to the door with him following behind me. I walked to the truck and he got in the drivers seat
SKIP DRIVE THERE
I opened the door and stared at the big empty white walls. I think I must've been staring for quite a while because I heard Jacob say "Why are you staring at the walls?" I just kind of ignored it for a few seconds. "Why don't we do a routine?" I said still staring at the walls. "I-i don't think I remember any" he said stuttering. I smiled at him. "You don't 'member? You 'member." I said like George Lopez. He chuckled deeply.
"I'm sure the speakers still work, come on please" I pouted at him.
He sighed "Fine"
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The Final Cut
Teen FictionDiana Vera, 15. trapped in a basement for 8, years. a man who feeds her at 7:30 every night. who rapes and beats her constantly. but she has a plan. See, there is a boy who waits for her. if only she could get to the hospital. can she do it? and if...