Clara

Chapter 5

   I can do it. I don't have to be nervous. I did this before. I pick up the guitar and start to sing. Here, in this park, are a lot of people and I can make money.
    By the midnight I already have enough money to go at McDonald's and eat my breakfast, but it's too early for it and it's too late to stay outside. I go straight to my car when I see a guy in front of me. Okay. Jane, please, come! Jane!! No, she is asleep. I'm just me. Clara. It's going to be bad.
    "What do you want?" I ask and hope that he can't hear in my voice how scared I am. He takes his hood off. Wait...he is a she? Long hair, piercing, short?
    "Clara?" she asks. "It's me, Jenna, it's about Jack."
    "What happened? Is he okay?"
    "Hard to say. I mean, he is drunk, at a party."
    "He is what? But...he was sick and asleep."
    "Yes, he was. Now I need your help. Are you in or out?" okay...he is a sick man, not in the medical way. I want to help him, but does he need my help? Yes!! Go this is your chance! Good morning, Jane. But she is right, not the chance part, the 'I have to go' one.
    "In, what are we going to do?"
    "The party is at the Smith house, do you know where is it?"
    "That was my house. I think Mom and Charles are gone tonight and Violet threw a party."
    "Two questions. Was? And, Violet is your sister?"
    "Yes, and no, I will explain it to you, let's go, I drive" I say and go to the car.
   We drive and when I see my house I feel sick, but I have to be strong. It's gonna be okay.
    "And now what's the plan?" I ask.
    "You go and look for Jack and I go and look for Mike. We meet here, okay?"
    "Okay." Let's do this! I get of the car and I can't feel my fees. STRONG! Okay. I enter the house which is now like a club. My room, the library. No, they have to be close. My mom never let my dad's library open. I go straight to the library. The door is closed, locked. I feel a little better now. My room.  I go straight there and somehow I find myself with a glass in my hand. My door is closed. I enter and see Jack on the floor staring at the ceiling, laying on the floor with a bottle of vodka next to him.
    "Jack?" I say and I can hear my dear.
    "What do you want, Clara? To give me other hopes?"
    "What are talking about?"
    "Oh, don't be stupid, I know you're not. I send you signals all day. I like you and you know it. I always did."
    "Jack, get up! Please, you are drunk, you don't know what are you talking about, let's talk tomorrow. I promise."
    "Okay, but pack, you are moving at my place."
    "What? I'll stay tonight if you want, but I'm gonna be okay."
    "No, I can't accept it! PACK WOMAN!" he screams and I get mad. You know that kind of madness that is on your blood? Well that kind. If he wasn't that drunk I would slap him. I start to pack. I put all my photos with dad and some clothes that I didn't get the first time and of course, my black lipstick.
    "Get up, Pierce!" I scream at him still mad. "The car is in front of the house." I say and he gets up. He is way taller than me, but he can't stay on his feet so I have to hold him too. How much did he had? I don't care. I have to get out of this house. I go straight to the door. I'm out. It wasn't that bad. It was okay. I see that Jenna is here and Mike is on the back seat, I put Jack there too. What a day. It's one o'clock p.m.
   I drive to their house. And your's too!  Yes, that is true. I take the half asleep guy in my arm in his room.
   "Are you going to stay with me tonight?" he asks when I put he in the bed. "In the room I mean"
    "If you want, I'll sleep on the floor."
    "No, you can sleep in bed, we can both sleep in the bed" I like him when he is drunk. Not in that way, but it's funny. I lay down on the bed and he whispers "Good night"
    "Good night" I say and fall asleep almost immediately.