His reasons are always the same. One slap, because I was a mistake. Two kicks, because he's stuck with me. Three punches, because in his eyes I'm a disgrace, and lastly, the final knockout hit because I'm the reason why his life was destroyed.
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Everything was a mess.
A complete, utter mess.
"Gemma!" Tasha screamed, pointing wildly at a pile of dirty dishes in the sink, "Clean those up, now!"
A pile of socks were thrown into Jackson's arms, and he was hustled towards the stairs, "hurry, hurry, hurry!"
Tasha was in a frenzy, trying to make sure everything was perfect for her son who'd spent the last week or so wrongly accused in a jail cell. Her tornado of worry sucked in both Gemma and Jackson, forcing them to sprint around the house completing any task Tasha shot at them.
Noah and I were smart enough to take cover behind the kitchen island until hurricane Tasha passed.
"What do we do?" I whispered dramatically.
Noah sighed, "There's only one thing to do..."
He went to stand, but I gripped his arm, pulling him back down, "No! You can't go out there, it's too dangerous!"
He placed his hands on my shoulders, looking me in the eyes, "I have to, Erin. We'll starve without proper supplies!"
"You'll die!"
"I'll be okay, and if I don't return, just know that I'll always love you!" he choked on a fake sob, prying my hand away from his arm.
He slid his body away from the island, slowly rising to his feet. I watched nervously, lip tucked between my teeth as he tiptoed to the other side of the kitchen; the plate of freshly baked cookies taunting us. He opened the cupboard, trying to slide a plate out as quietly as possible. I cringed when it made a loud scraping sound. Somehow, he managed to move the plate without Tasha hearing it and began piling handfuls of cookies onto his plate.
He turned, slowly and silently making his way back to the island; and everything was going smoothly until:
Wham!
Tasha flew into the room, "Noah!"
He shrieked, nearly launching the plate of cookies into the ceiling.
"Put those down!"
He hurriedly placed the plate down on the floor, scurrying behind the island next to me.
"Erin! I've been caught!"
I sighed, slapping my palm to my forehead, "Noah, you got us both caught!"
