A Good One Gone

Chapter 5

I was trying to first, figure out which foot to slide out the window first, and second, figure out how I'm ever going to accomplish this. So far it's been five minutes and all I've done is just stand here. I just braced myself, and backed up to the window, placed my right leg outside, and pulled it back in. I got on my hands and knees and then backed up to the window. I put my right leg outside all the way up to my thigh and the the same with my left. I walked on my hands, carefully scooting back my legs until I was hanging onto the outside of my window with my arms. Thank God for gymnastics! I would have never been able to have this much upper body strength. I grabbed the rope with my thighs, then moved one hand to the rope. I swung a little, but then steadied myself. I removed my other hand from the window and quickly grabbed the rope. I was completely out of the window now, and over with the hard part.

I slid my thighs down the rope and it felt awful. I probably shouldn't have worn shorts, but no going back now. I inched my way down the rope and got the hang of not swaying when I was about five feet from the ground. I figured I'd scoot down a few more feet then just jump. I was three feet now and I just jumped. It hurt a little because I didn't really bend my legs, but I'll be fine. There was a tree covering the rope from he front of the house, so I don't need to worry about getting it down. I darted out of the yard and headed toward Jakes.

I was walking down the street with my hoodie on and my hood up, looking at the paper. I used the hoodie so nobody my dad knew would drive by and pick me up. I was only a street away from Jakes and I seen his light turn on. I wondered if it was coincidence or if he knew I was coming. I hurried over to his house and knocked on the door. He immediately opened the door, and a huge grin spread across his face as he seen my messy hair, scratched thighs, and dirty hoody. He backed out of the way and opened the door wider for me.

"Hey." I said smoothing down my hair.

"What are you doing here? How'd you get out of that two story window?" He asked a little surprised I'm at his door at midnight. I walked over to his couch and sat down. He was drinking out of that container again and he sat down beside me. I'd practically memorized that paper so I started out. I told him about how my eighteen birthday was coming up soon and how I asked my aunt for a tent. I then told him that if he still wanted to go all the way, we could do it the night after I turn eighteen and there would be nothing my dad could do. I'd tell him I would go camping by myself in the woods, and then you could show up later after my dad leaves. After I told him my whole plan he had a big grin on his face and leaned in for a hug. I pulled my legs up onto the couch and layer my head against his chest. His chest was bare and his tattoo was even blacker than the last time I'd seen it. Some times I think it changes shades determining on his mood.

I told him about how id have to leave at about three because of how hard it was to go down the rope, and how hard it will be to go back up it. He kissed my forehead and held me a while longer. I kissed him goodbye and headed out the door.

When I got back into my room, I untied the rope, and shoved it under my bed. I popped the screen back into my window and climbed over to my night stand. I grabbed the menstrual cycle pills and popped a few hoping it would make me sick and I could stay home and sleep. It worked and at five in the morning I started poking like crazy in my bedside trash can. I was set.