The Average Love Story

Chapter 4

The school bathrooms are gross and old. Usually the only reason that girls go into to the restrooms are to admire themselves in the mirror. But I was still surprised to find that it was completely empty besides Emma and Lizzie. Emma's face was puffy and her eyes were red.

"That jerk," Lizzie growled, "who does he think he is dumping you and then thinking it will still be fine to sit with you." Lizzie was so steamed that she didn't even realize that Molly, Claire, and I were standing in the door way watching them. She continued on about how rude and terrible Liam was, and by the looking at Emma you could tell that this was not helping.

I finally stepped in and gave Emma a hug. I don't think that she is upset about Liam sitting with us as much as she is about the break-up. I'm pretty sure that she has finally come to terms with the fact and is releasing all of that pain into one incident. The bell rang and Emma still had a tear running down her face. "Do you want me to take you home?" I asked her, starting to feel a little uncomfortable to have three people staring at her like she is a cry baby.

She only nodded and walked to the door. I told Claire, Lizzie, and Molly good-bye. Lizzie said that she would go to our teachers and get our homework, even though I know that she really wanted to come with us. I'm a little glad that she isn't because she isn't very good at comforting. Telling jokes is her strong suit, but as soon as there are tears she runs.

We walked out to my car and as soon as I got the engine to start, we were off. I was a little worried that the school would be mad and count it as sluffing, but I didn't think that is was that big of a deal.

"Thanks," Emma said finally calmed down.

"Of course! So would you like to go to your house or mine?" I asked her.

"Could we go to yours? My mom is home and I am pretty sure that she won't be to happy with us for ditching school." Emma answered, by now her nose wasn't running and the tears have stopped dropping.

"Good idea," I smiled, turning down our street. My mom is gone at work from four in the morning until eight at night, so she will never know. I usually think it's nice to have the house to myself, because Jay is always gone. But I wish that my mom had a husband to help pay the bills, I know that she is very lonely.

Once we were in my room, sitting on my bed Emma thanked me again for being such a good friend. "I don't know how would have survived all these years without you," I told her, remembering all those times that she has comforted me about my father.

Father, I hate to even call him that. The sound of it gives me chills and brings back unwanted memories. When I was four my father was sentenced to twenty years in prison. I wish it was for life because I dread the day he is released. I still remember those awful nights when I would hear my mom screaming because my father was hitting her. I remember the sharp pain that I felt when he would whip me because he was drunk and had nothing better to do, i still have scars. But the worst thing that he did was to Jay, it still makes me cry to think about it.

One day when Jay was eleven months old he was really sick with a fever and wouldn't stop crying, so my wonderful father got really frustrated and threw him across the room, breaking Jays poor little neck. Jay was taken to the emergency room and had what seems like millions of surgeries. He was in a full length cast for months and didn't learn how to walk until a month before he turned three. He was lucky that he even could walk, the doctors said it was a miracle that he wasn't paralyzed.

A year after my father was sent to prison my mom moved us to Salt Lake to live next to her high school friend. We lived in the house with them for a while because they were afraid that my mom wasn't stable. That is how I met Emma, her mom is the high school friend. Emma and I are sisters. We know everything about each other and are always there when we need a shoulder to cry on.

"I am so glad to have such a great friend," Emma sighed and lied her head on my shoulder. I patted her back and told her that everything will be fine.