With a Chance of Jake

Trouble, Trouble, Touble!

I walked inside the house. It was dark which I knew was a good sign because it was 6am. I tried to slowly walk up the stairs and pass him but it was of no use. "Stop", he said. His voice like thunder and his words like lightening. "Come here". I walked over into the living room and dropped my bags on the couch. They were Gucci, Zach had bought them, and I wasn't about to have them getting dirty. "Welcome back", he said. I stayed quiet in fear of being hit or yelled at even harder. even though I didnt particularly care what ny dad was saying, I still didn't want to cause a scene. But it still happened on its on. "So who are you wearing", he said gesturing towards my outfit, If thats what it was. I had on a coconut bra, and a pair of Zach's old gym shorts. I was barefoot because I only had heels and I hated driving in them and my hair, which was now Blonde with green tips (with green being Zach's favorite color) was put into the messiest bun-ponytail. I don't even know what to call it. But I didn't care. It was 6am so I doubted anyone would be looking. Plus it was the only clean thing I had to wear.

We had come home on September 12th. The thought of going home to my parents and possibly seeing Jake right next door killed me and I asked Zach if I could stay with him for a while, and by "a while", I mean 10 days. It was perfect. Everyday was us ,and most days the whole crew, either at the beach, the arcade, the skate park, or at Zach's house either smoking, drinking, or both. No rules. No boundaries. No Jake. Nights were even better, Zach and I stayed up in his room and made out, and sometimes we even...... Well you know. Haha. I loved every second of that week, until the end of it. The last day was the day Zach's parents made their surprise reappearance. They came in while we were sleeping (cuddled in front of his buff arms and broad chest, to be exact), and were surprised to see their son in bed with a random (well to them I was) girl. They snatched away the cover to reveal Me and Jake in only our underwear (if you really wanna call a coconut bra "underwear"). We jumped up and ran to the corner of the room. Screams and yells  finally echoed through the halls with harsh tones instead of just ways of trying to find their volume. I was told to never speak to Zach again and was literally thrown out the house. Zach snuck out about 30 minutes later and gave me his car keys to get home, and a kiss that said "I don't care what they think. I love you".

I walked towards the stairs but his voice glued me to the ground. He grabbed my wrist and turned me around. "Look at me when Im talking to you" "Stop!", I yelled pulling away from him and Running up the stairs. He grabbed me around my waist and carried me to the living room kicking and screaming and threw me on the couch after throwing my bags to the ground. My mom ran down the stairs, her hands clasped against her forehead. "John, what are you doing." "She'll never learn!! Shes never gonna learn if you just keep letting her do whatever she wants!" "Ugh I hate you!", I yelled. I got up and began to walk to the stairs for the third time and then I stopped. "Get out", he said softly. It was silent, but he said it again, this time louder. "GET OUT!", he walked ove to me and grabbed my arm pulling me towards the door. My mom let out a cry and slammed the front door back closed before he got me out. "John no, she just got home. There must be something else we can do!", she cried. But he didn't listen. with one quick smack my mom was on the floor and the door was open again. He tossed me out like a dishrag and watched as I fell down the two stairs before slamming the door. "I fucking hate you", I said in the fifth octave. Tears flooding my face and screams louder than jets were let out. This caught the attention of the one person I didnt want it to, Jake. He ran over and wrapped his arms around me. "It'll be ok. Everythings gonna be fine, im here for you", he whispered in my ear as we sat lying on the cold hard ground.