With a Chance of Jake

I Got Trouble

His arms were strong wrapped around me, but they were also warm and comforting. For a second I wanted to drift away into a deep sleep. I mean my eyes were already closed, the only thing stopping was were the pools of tears and excruciatingly loud screams. After about an hour in crying time, since when you're crying time moves painfully slow, I pulled my face away from Jakes tear stained shirt and opened my eyes. His deep green eyes stared into mine and seemed to say "Please don't cry. I love you". His hand reached up and undid the messy bun I had become so accustomed to. Soon we were just sitting there, indian style, on the cold hard ground staring into each others eyes. His fingers running through my hair and complete silence.

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That night my dad stormed over to Jakes house and in his nicest voice told Jake's grandma that it was getting late and he thought I should come home. Whether it was out of fear or not i'll never know but Jakes grandma came to his room and stated that it was time for me to go. We begged and Jake guarded the door, but it was of no use. I finally gave up and walked downstairs. "Hey sweetie, you doing better?", he asked as he waved goodbye to Jakes grandma. I turned and looked to see Jake at the door, and just as I turned into my walkway i could've sworn I saw him mouth "I love you"

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Per my dad's request no one was allowed to speak to me. I wasn't allowed to leave the house or better yet my room, for a week. Not even for the school time that I had already missed 2 weeks of being in Hawaii with Zach. Food was left in front of my door, and a card was swept under my it to let me know it was there. My phone, Laptop, TV, and iPad were all locked away in the back of my dads truck, and Zach's car keys were hid someplace even my mom didn't know. I could've easily snuck out the window and begged Jake to drive me to Zach's but something inside of me stopped me. I couldn't do it. Although I hadn't smoked or drank in a while and feeling a small withdrawal of some sort, I still couldn't do it. Why? Well even I don't know. I sat in that room for a week, reading textbooks and staring out my window at the hill Jake had so often taken me too and thinking about the other side. The other side of the hill. With the endless palm trees, and houses, and roads, and the beach, and that sunrise, and the sunset. I wanted it so badly. I wanted to see it more than I wanted to see it more than I wanted to see Jake, or even Zach for that matter. So it was Friday. Friday morning at 4:45 a.m, since my endless time in that room left me with the knowledge that the sun rose at 5 or 5:30 almost everyday, That I snuck out. I climbed out the window and carefully maneuvered my way down the brick exterior. It was still dark outside as I ran up the block and around corned straight towards my hill. After about 30 minutes of climbing rocks and trying not be seen by any car, since I thought they were all my father, I finally reached my hill. Looking out into the distance I saw the sun sticking its first little ray of light over the beach. I laid back and looked up at my still starry part of the sky and smiled. Everything was so simple up here. But little did I know, not everything would be so simple for much longer