Fiction.

Chapter 45: Merry Chirstmas. Part 2.

HEY GUYS!!! SORRY THIS IS THE FIRST UPDATE SINCE LIKE 4 DAYS AGO. I'M GETTING OVER FOOD POISONING SO BEEN LAID UP IN BED RESTING. HERE IS THE SECOND PART TO THE CHRISTMAS SPECIAL.

Chapter 45: Merry Christmas. Part 2.

We pulled up to Matt’s house after we parted ways with my parents. I won’t see them until after the New Year but that’s okay. I’m used to going long bouts of time without my parents.

I watched as Peasnie shoved something into her vest pocket. Her blue gaze ran up with mine with a weary expression. I crocked a smirk at her. Peasnie and I walked up the path that led from the main street. She had a huge bag with the presents in it, hanging off her arm. How do girls hang heavy bags off their arms or shoulders? Doesn’t it hurt? I could never do that.

The skies were brightly lit grey with huge fluffy white snowflakes falling down and landing on us lightly. I’ve always liked the snow, the cold not so much.

Peasnie’s white knuckles tapped the door loudly before opening it and going in. The warmth was wonderfully setting against my jeans and rested on my cold skin. I put my jacket up onto the coat rack and went to meet up with everybody. The house was made a home by the happy vibes it gave off. I can see in years from now this house being filled with kids. I missed out on dressing up as Santa for the last fourteen years; I’m not going to let the guys miss out too. I’m not going to let them go without walking into the living room on Christmas Eve dressed as Santa and watching their kids’ eyes light up brightly and their faces fill with happiness and joy. Sadly Peasnie already knows the truth and so there is no point in me dressing up.

“Hey Jimmy want a beer?” Brian asked curiously. I smiled and nodded as I walked into the living room.

“Yeah sure.” I replied. He handed me the icy cold bottle and smiled widely. The ladies were having wine while the guys had some beers; yep it’s defiantly Christmas.  

“Can I have one too?” Peasnie asked sweetly shrugging slightly. I laughed hardily and shook my head.

“Yea-no.” I was being a good parent. She can have a beer now and then but not too often. She needs her brain cells.

I sat at Matt’s house with a beer in my hands. Peasnie loved the amount of attention we’re giving her. She sat on the floor by my feet with a cup of eggnog. Peasnie was happy with the things she got, it wasn’t alot but she enjoyed it. She handed out the presents she got everybody. She got Michelle a hand bag, Val a pair of shoes and Gena a dress. She got Johnny some new picks, Zacky got some new shades, Brian got some jeans and Matt got a nice shirt.

Peasnie’s bright blue eyes kept shooting up at me with a toothy smile. She pulled something from her vest pocket and handed it to me. I smiled and took it from her unwrapping it carefully. When the red and green wrapping paper was gone there was nothing but a disk left in a clear case. I smiled and looked at her curiously.

“What is it?” I asked curiously. Peasnie smiled and took the disk from me; she carefully stepped over to the TV and placed it in the DVD player. She came back and sat at my feet again. She smiled up at me widely as I looked down at her confusedly.

“Yesterday I went to Spencer’s a saw this editing soft wear. So last night I spent all night editing some stuff.” She said quietly as everybody watched us. She smiled and pressed play. The screen went black before some old home movies came up. I watched her childhood on screen. I got to see her go to school for the first time in her little pink overalls with a white tee shirt, white socks and pink flats. Her hair was in pigtails and she held her Hello-Kitty backpack with great pride. She was missing her top four teeth when she smiled. I couldn’t help but smile. She was absolutely adorable. I watched as she learned to ride a bike, I got to see her graduate from Elementary School. I watched as she learned to drive and fix a car. I got to see her entire life on this tiny disk. It’s amazing; she went from living the dream with her mom. She lived in a big house with a big back yard and pool in a good area.

The screen went black before she popped up, she was all grown up.

Peasnie stared into the camera with a hallow expression. She brushed the longing dark curls from her face, tucking the hair behind her pierced ears. The three star earrings hooked the hair tightly while the stretchers sat in my first wholes.  She looked around the room, navy blue paint on the walls but it was covered by the large amount of posters and pictures, memories. Pictures of her and her mom hung on the walls. The window was open looking out on the crime ridden city. The fire escape was right out side. She sat on the end of the end in her room. The small room of the apartment her step dad and her shared. Peasnie dried the tears from her eyes and exhaled slowly before starting the blog of her soon to be adventure.

“Today’s date is March 15th, 2009. My name is Peasnie Ann Sullivan. I am fourteen years of age. I live in Chicago, Illinois with my step dad. My mom walked out on us when I was four. I never knew my dad but my mom left me clues. Like my last name, it’s Sullivan not Jones. Then she said he lived in Long Beach, California.” Peasnie said softly to the camera. She inhaled deeply and unfolded the piece of paper that had her name, birth date and my name on it. The name sat in cursed spirals and twists.

“My dad’s name is James Sullivan. I’ve never met him but I’m going to. Tonight is the night of my fourteenth birthday and tonight is the night I break free from my step dad’s clutches. I’m going to find my dad.  I don’t know what he looks like, his phone number or even where he lives but I’ll find him. I’m leaving Chicago and going to California. I’m taking this camera as evidence on my quest. Wish me luck.” She said then shut the camera off.

I looked at her with watery eyes as the film finished after what seemed to be a life time. She put everything on their, every message, every memory; just for me. I never got to be apart of any of that but I got to see it. It’s like being a ghost you can’t do anything but sit and watch. I smiled widely and took her into my arms where she belonged. She belonged in my arms. I hugged her tightly and she did the same.

“I love it.” I whispered against her hair. She hugged me tighter.

“I’m glad.” She said then pulled away from me. Peasnie was crying, she had tears running down her face but she laughed it off. I felt stupid for crying over something like this. They’re just memories, maybe they’re not new but they’re still memories. Peasnie smiled and wiped the tears from her eyes. I smiled and laughed slightly.

“I can’t believe your mom still has that video.” I whimpered. Peasnie nodded.

“Yeah, she kept only that video. I didn’t get photos or anything and I practically had to hide that video from Roger.” She babbled on.  I smiled widely and hugged her tightly again. I loved the present she got me; it’s the best thing anybody could’ve given me. I still felt the deepening pit in the bottom of my stomach. It hasn’t left me alone for the whole week. I have a feeling that things are only being masked to hide the truth from me. But it’s Christmas and I really hope that the New Year brings new hope.

“I love you, dad.” Peasnie said with a sugary tone. I couldn’t get enough of her saying she loves me; it’s just the best feeling in the world. I love it. I’m just glad I got to be apart of her life when she was learning to crawl, walk and talk. I got to be there for the three major things in a child’s life. My mouth curled into a smile.

“I love you too, Peasnie.”