Written In Ink

Chapter 5

Hey there, wonderful readers! It really is crazy how much nightsky_31_ and I have written for Written in Ink in the past week. Unfortunately, we might not be able to keep up the rapid updates, because we do have to go to school. We should be able to update about every week though! Y'all have no idea how happy your views make me! As always, thanks for reading, and here's another chapter by GoldenBadger5! 😄
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Jacob's POV
       
I was trying to quietly enjoy my bowl of Lucky Charms when Father woke up. "Crap," I muttered, jumping up and rinsing out my bowl. Maybe if he thinks I'm working on my list of chores, he won't be as angry. I thought he would sleep in until noon like he usually does on Saturdays. I haven't even started on my list.
       
Unfortunately, he wasn't fooled by my act. As soon as he saw me, his face went red with rage. "Who do you think you are, you little shithead?! You have the nerve to leave my house looking like this?!" he yelled gesturing around to the many beer cans lying on the floor as if he wasn't the one who left them there.

I thought it best to not reply, based on his reaction from last night. Bad decision.

He came at me, grabbing my shoulders and slammed me against the kitchen wall. "Apologize to me, boy!" he spat.

"I'm sorry," I managed to say. He gave me a firm punch to the gut, knocking the air out of me. He must have had one massive hangover because he told me to go get him some beer and left for his room. Normally, I would end up getting hit and yelled at a lot more for something like that.

I threw on a jacket and walked in the cold autumn air to Downtown Summerridge, which thankfully is closeby.

Technically, selling alcohol to a fourteen-year-old is illegal. Thankfully, I know a guy.

Obviously, this isn't the first time I've been in this situation. The first time Father told me to get him some beer I was eight-years-old and didn't know it was illegal. I went to this place called Ray's Liquor Shop  and attempted to purchase some BudLight from this dude called Logan.

I don't remember exactly what went down that day, but ever since then, he lets me buy whatever I need. No questions asked.

I turned onto Welk Street only to be knocked to the floor by some random dude who doesn't know how to watch where they're going.  I was about to yell at them to get off of me, when I realized that this 'dude', was a girl, namely Ellie. And she was upset. Very upset.

Her face was red and blotchy, and her cheeks were wet with tears. She quickly stood and moved to walk away, but I got up and grabbed her gently by the wrist. "Ellie, wait," I said. She froze and turned to face me.

"What's wrong," I ask. A few more tears slipped down her cheeks as she shook her head. Well, maybe she won't tell me what's wrong, but I'll be damned if I just stand here and watch her cry.

I led her into Sally's Bakery and gesture to one of the cashiers. Thankfully, since I'm good friends with Sally, the owner, they recognized me. Understanding the situation, he pointed me to the break room, which was empty.

We sat down on the couch and I held out my arms to her, inviting her in for a hug. She hid her face in my neck and began to sob. For a few minutes I just held her, letting her cry until her sobs faded into sniffles. I swear, I will figure out what has her so upset.

"Okay," she says wiping her face, "I'm good."

"You sure?"

"Yeah, but your not." Huh?

"What do you mean?"

She gives me a pointed look. "You're shoulder is all scraped up. I saw it when we fell." Oh. Whoops. "I have the perfect stuff for that at my house. We should go."

"Oh, it's okay. You don't have to do that," I say.

"Please just let me do this one thing for you. After all you've done for me," she pleads, giving me the puppy dog eyes. How could I say no to that face?

I sigh, sticking out my bottom lip in a mock pout. "Fineeee," I say.

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She has a beautiful house. It just radiates that whole 'come on in' vibe. Two stories, decorated in all of the shades of blue you can imagine. Not a single beer can in sight.

She led me upstairs and into her bathroom before telling me to wait there. Okay. I can do that.

Nope, never mind. Pretty soon I was in need of some tissues. Don't ask. To add to my luck, there was no toilet paper I could use instead. Crapadoodledoo.

I open up the drawer above the sink and what do I find? A razor. And tissues. But that's not the point. I found a flippin razor with dried blood on it. She could be— Nah. She wouldn't. Right?

I grab some tissues and close the cabinet. She's probably just bad at shaving. Yeah, that's probably it.

Ellie opens the door and sets a bottle of peroxide and a couple bandaids on the sink. (AN: Hint hint, I know nothing about first-aid.) "Roll up your sleeve and lean over the sink," she tells me.

I do as she tells me, thankful that father's never marked up my arms before. She pours some peroxide over the scratches, then lays the bandaids carefully over them.

"There, all—," her stomach growls and she flushes bright red. Aww, she's cute when she's embarrassed.

I did not just think that. Nope. Never happened.

Anyways, she leads me out of the bathroom and downstairs. "Do you think you could stay for dinner?" she asks. Darn it. Those puppy dog eyes will be the death of me.

"Sure," I say. She gives me the brightest smile, I've yet to see. Yep, her facial expressions are gonna kill me one day.

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Hands down, best peanut butter jelly sandwich I've had in my whole life.

We talked for about an hour after we ate. Well more like she talked, and I listened, trying to soak in as many details about her as I could.

She likes art, rain, and winter. She hates watermelon, heat, and exercising. She used to have a hamster named Sammy. Also, she wants to work in CPS when she's older.

Eventually, it was getting late and I had to leave, so she walked me to the front door. Then she did the one thing I wasn't expecting. She hugged me.

I haven't been hugged since my mom died, at least not like this. Thankfully, with my head over her shoulder, she couldn't see how watery my eyes probably were.

"Thank you," she whispered pulling away and looking up at me. Did I mention she's short.

"No. Thank you," I say.

She quirks an eyebrow, but thankfully doesn't question me. We say our goodbyes, and I walk out, missing the welcoming feel of her house as soon as the door clicks shut.
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So, I just changed the way this is set up, because I realized it was all squished together. Whoops.

Anyways, thanks to the few of you who are actually reading this! Thank you and goodnight! *cue the dramatic bow*
- GoldenBadger5