Unanchored: Inspired by Demi Lovato (book 1 of the unanchored series)

15.⚓️

So, it turns out that I couldn't go out that night with Jamie. I am so bummed that I couldn't go. Like, I really wanted to go, but I couldn't because my family found out that I hadn't been going to my AA meetings. I got grounded for this week. Originally, my aunt wanted me to stay grounded around Christmas time because I guess, she figured that it was like a punishment for me. Truth is, I didn't really give a damn about Christmas, getting gifts, or any of that shit. I just hadn't been as hyped up as I normally was when I was younger. Perhaps, I matured a little or maybe, I started realizing that this whole Christmas thing is rigged, as funny as it sounds. I wouldn't mind elaborating more on that issue, but I prefer not to. Besides, it just won't be the same without my parents. However, I do promise to make the most of it, for the sake of my baby sister.

I just hope Jamie doesn't think that I stood her up or something. I would never do that to her. I really like her, and I would never do anything to hurt her. She means so much to me, even though, we're not in a relationship.

Here I am, setting the table for Demi and her family on a Saturday night. I was glad that Demi, Emma, and Nick were coming over, although, I had never met Nick before. I always wanted to meet Nick Jonas. I was such a crazy fan of his when I had first seen Camp Rock as a young child.

I had gotten several texts from Rina, frequently asking me when we could hang out this weekend, which isn't even possible because my dumb ass was lying and skipping my AA meetings. I also got a text from Michaela, she was telling me about some movie that she wanted to see. I guess that was her way of asking me, "Do you want to watch a movie with me?" I mean, considering the fact that she stole my now ex-boyfriend, I don't see us really being as close as we once were but if she wants, we can work on our relationship. But, just so she knows, I am making no effort or wasting my breath to "try" to fix a scar that simply will not heal. If she wants to take every last bit of breath that she has to use on our dead relationship, then let bygones be bygones. I'm not gonna stop her but I refused to use all my strength on something that might not last.

The only person that I didn't get anything from was Porc. Why was he being so distant? God, he is such a weirdo.

"Finally." I sighed, laying down the last piece of silverware on the mahogany table. Maybe, this is the time that I should call him. If I could just sneak past Uncle Manny and Aunt Becky, that would be stellar.

But, of course as soon as I try to take out my phone, Oma calls me. "Jade, get off your phone and come in here and help. How do you expect to get a husband, if you don't know how to cook Oliebollen and Kibbeling?" (Oliebollen is sweet deep fried dumplings or doughnuts and kibbeling is deep fried fish.) "I don't. Men are dicks, anyway." I mumbled.

"I heard that!" Aunt Becky yelled, glaring at me from the kitchen. Of course, she heard me. She has nothing else better to do than to get me in trouble.

"Whatever," I sighed, moving from the dining room to the living room. I sat down on the couch, putting my hands on my face and leaning on my thighs. I blew a raspberry. I was so bored and I had only been in the house for a day. I still missed life outside of the house, although, I am glad that I won't be running into Dennis anytime soon. He better not show again because like I said before, I'll file a restraining order against him. I'm just getting really sick of his bullshit and him, literally coming out of nowhere. I fucking hate surprises, if anyone knows that about me. I hate them and I especially don't like being fucked with. I know I'm talking shit now but, I'm pretty sure if Dennis really were here, I'd probably be shitting bricks and I'd be really uncomfortable. So uncomfortable, that I wouldn't be able to function.

Gracie comes up to me, breaking me from my inner thoughts and I instantly start smiling. "Hi, honey bee. Are you hungry?" She nodded, crawling into my lap. "I know. I am too, but we have to wait until our guests arrive." She laid her head on my stomach and wrapped her arms around me. I ran my fingers through her hair and rubbed her back soothingly, not realizing that she was falling asleep.