The Last Straw

3. My Fault

"I'm sorry what?" I was practically taken back by his question. I mean nobody, nobody had ever asked or hell even noticed something like that going on in my life.

"I asked if everything was okay between your parents and you. But hey, it's okay you don't have to answer that if you don't want to. I'll totally understand.", he said with a gentle smile.

I gave a slight nod before opening my mouth to reply, but suddenly a loud thud came from outside my room followed by the panic-stricken shrieks of my parents and the painful wails of my little sister Odette.

Before I could process anything my legs dragged me outside hastily.

And there she laid, unconscious, in a pool of her own blood.

"OH MY GOD! ODETTE!!!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. I ran towards her with Jeff following closely behind me.

"SHUT UP! DON'T YOU DARE COME NEAR HER!", my dad lashed out on me.

"What did I do?", I asked shocked by his reaction.

"SHE FELL DOWN BECAUSE OF YOU!"

"How is any of it my fault?"

Just then my mom called out to him, "Jared! The ambulance is here!"

"You are not coming to the hospital! We don't want another mess from your side.", my dad warned me before heading out of the house with my other two siblings, whom they were probably gonna drop at Unca Jensen's house.

I turned around to come face- to- face with Jeff.

"I'm sorry for all of this. I totally forgot about your presence.", I said to him, trying to control my tears. " Not to sound rude, but you should probably leave now"

"And leave my best girl in this state. Nah! I think I'll pass."

"Jeff, you don't have to deal with all this drama. You came here for a project. All this stuff...it doesn't really come with the package."

"Well, what if I genuinely wanna deal with all of it and help you out of it?"

"I think we've already had this discussion that I don't want your sympathy!"

"Exactly! That's why I told you that I'm done sympathizing with you!"

"WHAT ON EARTH DO YOU WANT ME TO DO??!! CRY?"

"Well, to stop shouting, for starters!"

"You have no right to tell me what to do and what not to do! You barely know me!"

"I know you enough to understand how frustrated you are with your life and how you want to shout out and tell it to the world!"

"Get out!", I seethed.

"What?"

"I said GET OUT!"

He stomped out of the house, slamming the door behind him!

"URGHHHH!!!!", I slid down the door running my fingers through my hair and I finally let out my tears!

Why the hell am I like that?! Why can't I just let people in?! Why do I disappoint people so freakin' much?! Dad's right. I am a disappointment. And not just to him, but to every single person in this world including Jeff Atkins, someone who I had just met today. Someone who genuinely cared about me, besides Unca Jensen and Aunty Dan of course. Someone who really wanted to be with me in my state of agony...

I cried until I fell asleep on the floor itself, my back facing the door.

Next morning, I woke up on my bed, in my room. Last night's memories flashed in front of my eyes like a movie. But the last thing I remembered was falling asleep near the door. How the heck did I end up here?! I really didn't wanna get up today. It was a Saturday anyway. And... it wasn't that my family wouldn't be able to start their day without me wishing them 'Good Morning' right in their faces. Hell, they surely wouldn't even tell me how Odette is...

I laid there for what felt like hours when in reality it had barely been 20 minutes. Suddenly I heard a knock on my door.

"Come in", I said in my raspy morning voice.

"Hey, what's up?"

"Unca Jensen...Hey, uh...Good Morning", I stuttered a little surprised by his surprise morning visit. Not that I minded anyway...he was like a father to me. A real one. Way better than my own old man.

" Sorry, did I scare you?"

"What?! No, of course not... It's just that I wasn't expecting to see you this early. By the way, hey, uh...how's Odette?", my voice went down an octave during the last part.

"Well, the doctor's are saying that she'd be okay to leave by Tuesday."

"Minus the sugar coating Unca Jay"

"She's got a minor concussion and a broken arm and ankle"

Heaving a sigh, he came and sat on the edge of my bed.

"Let me guess, Mom and Dad haven't returned yet... Considering I'm still in this house. To be honest, Unca Jay I don't want them to return. Because unfortunately, I know that they're gonna kick me out once they return home and see me."

"C' mon Jess, it's not like that."

"Seriously Uncle Jensen?! You are saying so?! Don't you act like you don't have any idea what's all of it like?! You are the last person I expected this from!", I ripped the covers from me and stomped out of my room before slamming the door making sure he noticed my anger and frustration.

I slipped into my white converse and opened the front door only to find 'the' Jeff Atkins standing there.

'Oh my God! Seriously, Jeff?! You scared the crap outta me!'

'Hello, to you to Jess'

' C'mon Jeff... seriously? It's 8am 'and' a Saturday... shouldn't you be sleeping or anything...?,

'Look, about what happened yesterday...'

'Nothing happened yesterday, okay...U didn't see anything...'

' I was worried about you...all night, Jess'

' Then just stop doing that...okay?
What part of that is so difficult for you to process??! Just leave me the hell alone!'

' I CAN'T DO THAT OKAY? I CAN'T BE HERE AND PRETEND THAT EVERYTHING IS PERFECTLY FINE....WHEN EVEN YOU KNOW THAT NOTHING IS!!!'

' YOU DID THAT FOR 3 FRIGGIN' YEARS!!!
HOW'S THAT SO DIFFICULT NOW???!!!'

' You know what Jess...FINE! TO HELL WITH YOU !!! '

And he left...again...

Not that I blame him, I was a bitch to him...again...

But that's just it...he doesn't deserve me...and nor do I...

I wish that our crossed paths end up being parallel again...So that I can actually come back to the reality of my life...that my life is completely messed up... And nothing good will ever come to me

The sooner the better right....

Or maybe not...?