I subtly danced while through people on the dance floor.
"Lookin good, Jessica!" Someone yelled to me, before i heard a wolf whistle. I shook my head, smiling at the ground.
"'Your leaving the party early." Some one stated.
"My dad texted me and told me to come home and said it was an emergancy." I said, sighing.
"Well, bye then Jess." They responded. I walked out of the house into the cold air. My breath was visible infront of me. I walked the block and was at home. After i opened the door, i gladly accepted the warmth. Once my coat and scarf was on the coat rack, i turned around and recieved a sharp slap to the face. I held my cheek as warm tears fell from my eyes.
"IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT!" My father yelled at me.
"What is?" I asked in a quiet voice. Dad wasnt himself, his eyes were red and puffy and he held a bottle of vodka in one of his hands while the other had a glass. His hair was also messy.
"YOU LET HER GO ON THE PLANE AND NOW SHE'S DEAD!" He yelled hysterically.
"Dad."
"YOU'RE A MURDERER!"
"dad", I repeated.
"YOU BROUGHT HER TO HER DEATH!"
"DAD! SHUT UP AND TELL ME WHAT YOU'RE RANTING ABOUT!" I yelled, slightly flinching at my tone.
"The plane crashed and there was no surviors." He explained. "AND IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT!"
Apperently he didnt notice the pain in my eyes so he beated me. My stomach was bruised and i couldnt even stand up straight. I managed to get my self up the stairs and into my room and i locked the door so he couldnt beat me with out waking me up. I carefully got under the blankets and soon sleep took over.
When i woke up, i felt better but i was still hurting but atleast i could stand up straight, barely. I walked down stairs and smelt flames. I ran quickly and put the fire out and then i saw my dad holding his head. After the flames were out, i leaned on the kitchen island. I grabbed a glass of water and also grabbed some medicine from the cabinet under neath the sink to help my dad with this hangover.
"What happened to you?" He asked as i filled the glass with ice and water.
I stayed silent. I grabbed two pills and set them on the counter top next to dad.
"I'll beat the person who did this to you." He said in a firm voice. I slammed the cup of water next to the pills and he flinched at the sound.
"Then beat yourself." I snapped harshly and tears started to form.
"Jess, I'm sorry." He said.
"Dad please dont call me Jess anymore." I said sharply before walking up to my room.
Acouple hours later i walked down the hall way, slightly glanced in my parents room, i contiued but let what i glanced at sink in and thats when i stopped in my tracks.
"Dad why are you packing?" I asked, i was good at acting like i wasnt afraid of him.
"I need to morn your mother but the only way doesnt help me think straight. I cant risk hurting you again." He explained with sincerity.
"Dad please," I begged, " Your all i have left now."
"I'll miss you Jessica." he said and with that he zipped up the suit case, picked it up and just walked out of the house. I stayed in the door way of the room and slid down with my back against it. I plopped on the floor and everything poured out.
"Mom" I cried bringing my knees to my chest. I imagened her soothing voice calming me and her holding me like she did when ever my problems were too much to handle.
But what really upset me is why I didnt stop her when i had the chance. I shouldve followed my intuition. I know i shouldnt feel guilty but now i know to follow my heart, no matter what. I'm just sorry i had to lose my mom to figure that out.
----------------------------------------------------------------I shot up to a seated position in my bed and wiped away my tears. It's been 5 years since my mothers death and when dad left. I'm 18 now and i've decided im going to Australia for my cousins wedding. I still have nightmares and flashbacks on how that day went and wake up with tears in my eyes. My thoughts vacated once i heard my phone ring. I took it off the charger and answered it once i saw the name of the caller.
" Hey Jess, wanna hangout today since your leaving town next week?" My best friend asked. Her name was Elena Kayson. She lost her mom 3 years before i lost mine so my mom treated her like her own.
"Sure thing, just let me get ready." I answered.
" You sound like you've been crying." She stated.
"Bad dream, the usual." I answered, looking at my bed.
"Look Jess, i know you miss your mom and dad..... a lot, but you should try and move forward you'll feel way better." Elena said
"Yeah but i feel guitly if i do, i dont want to live like i dont miss them." I explained.
" I know that but if you keep looking back you wont ever move forward." I sighed."look treasure the time you had together but keep moving forward, live life."
That brought up a memory of what my mom said just before she left on the plane.
"You can miss them and i'm sure everything here reminds you of them, you'll always find something that reminds you of them but instead of crying of how much you miss them, smile at the memories they gave you. Even the bad ones, they made you strong enough to get you this far."
"Thank you Elena, you always cheer me up." I said.
"Well what do you think best friends are for? Its you and me against the world."
"Yep" I smiled with a slight laugh.
"Theres that laugh ive waited so long to hear. See ya soon." She said.
"Bye" and then she hung up.
I got out of bed and headed to the bathroom and cringed at what was staring back at me. My hair was a mess, my skin had dirt on it and luckily i had not that much of bags below my eyes. Needless to say, i've let my self go. The only healthy part about me was i had a good weight. I wasnt fat but i wasnt as thin as a tooth pick.
Two hours later, i was staring at my reflection but was satisfied with what i saw. I wore a black tanktop that had weaved thread so i wore a black tanktop under neith it and the straps went together beind my neck. I wore black spandex leggings that went to my ankles and also wore combat boots. My hair rested on my shoulder in perfect locks and my skin finally looked great. Not a trace of dirt or pimples. wow. I had put on mascara that made my eye color pop out and did a small wing with eye liner on each eye. I put on some blush and a light pink color of lip gloss on.
"Jess, I'm here!" I Heard that familiar voice of my best friend.
"Coming!" I yelled. I sighed while looking at myself in the mirror. A day with Elena means a day at the mall, shopping was probably on her to do list.
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~~Authors Note~~
So I decide to have my story take a different turn than it did before and the first part was a dream of Jessica's but that was obvious and it was also a memory.
So anyways I'm hoping to get quite a few reads on this but since i'm not really a popular user that most likely wont happen but if you'd like to help I'm not against you telling your friends.
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Date of update: September 20th,2014
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RomansaJessica Crawford. Born and raised in a small town ready to take on the world when she turns 18 in 5 years. She has a loving family but it's torn apart when her mom leaves on a plane and is lost at sea because of a plane crash. After her and her fath...
