Chapter 15 – Suspicion Can Tears You Apart
Jet’s eyes were peeled open, her
mind hearing the same thing over and over in her head, slowly she
began to piece things together. Nick knew about her father, she
had told him things she’d never told anyone, but she kept
coming back to one question that plagued her mind…..why?
~ THE NEXT
MORNING ~
Jet allowed
the warm water of the shower seemingly washed away everything she
hated as it drained down the plug hole. Her tears went unnoticed
in the depts. Of the bathroom as she weakly cried to herself.
Tears seemed to be something unfamiliar to Jet, she’d pushed
them far behind her, sure that they were the reason her father
would yell at her when she was younger. Flashbacks came to her
often about those times, her mother cowering in the corner trying
not to cry because tears only infuriated Ryan.
Daddy, don’t
hurt mommy, please god don’t let daddy hurt mommy, please
god take me and mommy far, far away, please god help me………
As a child,
Jet’s prayers were simple, all she wanted was for her mommy
to be okay.
“So much
for prayers” Jet mumbled under the water as it soaked
against her skin
~ 10 MINUTES
LATER ~
Jet ran the
towel through her dark hair as she walked down the hallway, she
opened her door without even looking up and kicked it closed with
her foot.
“BOO!”
Nick announced, Jet bounded – startled – against the
door.
“Oh got
ya good” Nick laughed walking over to her
Jet backed
away, uncertain of the person that stood before her.
“Alright
I'm sorry, that was nasty” Nick smiled as Jet slinked over
to her desk
“Is
everything okay?” Nick inquired sensing something was wrong
“Everything’s
fine why wouldn’t it be?” Jet mumbled turning her face
away from him, unable to even look at him
“You’re
not the worlds best liar you know Jet –“ Nick began
“What do
you want?” Jet snapped
“God is
it that time of the month?” Nick retorted
“I need
to get dressed could you please leave?” Jet sighed holding
tightly onto the towel around her
“It’s
not like I haven’t seen it before” Nick responded
“Please
just leave. I have things to do, you might as well go home”
she added pointing at the door
“Fine
okay, I can tell when I'm not wanted” Nick huffed walking
out of the room slamming the door behind him.
Jet closed her
blinds as she felt another batch of tears brewing inside of her.
“Don’t
cry” she hissed at herself harshly wiping away any escaping
tears as she flopped down onto her bed.
~ THAT NIGHT ~
Jet sat on her
bed idly chewing on her pen as she scribbled some words across
her journal. Without warning something came hurtling through the
window, smashing it into a thousand pieces. Jet screamed as the
rock landed on her bedroom floor.
~ 10 MINUTES
LATER ~
Soon! Was all
the note wrapped around the rock said, the letters cut hurriedly
from newspapers. No one saw anything, and the police, though
there at the house – were doing nothing.
Jet showed the
last officer out the door, the promised to have someone do some
drive around – she doubted very much they would even bother.
“That’s
it Jet, we’re out of here” Devin announced pacing
around the lounge
“No Dev,
because then we let him win” Jet sighed walking into the
lounge
“I'm not
just going to leave you like some sitting duck either Jet, we can
leave in 2 days we can disappear”
“What
about the contract? The record deal?”
“What
about it? You’re no good to the band dead are you. God help
me if that asshole ever comes near me I’ll kill him, I swear
I will”
Jet wandered
back to her room, which – even at this late night – had
been hurriedly and expensively had the window repaired in it. The
pen melded into her fingers as she began to write what flowed
from her heart.
I don’t
know what to think anymore. I sometimes wonder if its my fault
things are as they are, is this my punishment for all the things
I’ve done in the past? All I do is think about things I cant
change, like if it was me that had died instead of Mom, or if we’d
both died, what then? Would things be better? And then there’s
Nick, I’ve tried to convince myself that its not him doing
this to me, it cant be him, but he wasn’t home tonight when
I rung just after the rock incident, his mother didn’t know
where he had gone…..does this make me a bad person?
Suspecting the one person that loved me for me and didn’t
try to change me? I wont do what Devin thinks is best, I wont
leave because I wont spend the rest of my life running from my
past, from my shadow…. I will face what comes my way, no
tears.
~ 2 DAYS LATER
~
Nick plunked
himself down on Jet’s bed as she left the room to go get a
drink. She’s been acting kind of weird lately, but been
slightly naive when it came to girls he’d simply put it down
to ‘time of the month’ syndrome.
“Oh lumpy”
he muttered pulling something hard out from underneath him
JOURNAL it had
scribbled across it in black felt, then underneath – DON’T
TOUCH, PRIVATE PROPERTY, WHAT PART OF GET LOST DON’T YOU
UNDERSTAND scrawled across it. Unfazed by all the writing Nick
opened it.
“I’ll
just make sure I haven’t done anything wrong” he
muttered to himself flipping through some pages
He stopped at
the latest entry dated 2 days ago and began to read;
I don’t
know what to think anymore. I sometimes wonder if its my fault
things are as they are, is this my punishment for all the things
I’ve done in the past? All I do is think about things I cant
change, like if it was me that had died instead of Mom, or if we’d
both died, what then? Would things be better? And then there’s
Nick, I’ve tried to convince myself that its not him doing
this to me, it cant be him, but he wasn’t home tonight when
I rung just after the rock incident, his mother didn’t know
where he had gone…..does this make me a bad person?
Suspecting the one person that loved me for me and didn’t
try to change me? I wont do what Devin thinks is best, I wont
leave because I wont spend the rest of my life running from my
past, from my shadow…. I will face what comes my way, no
tears.
“She
thinks it’s me?” he muttered in disbelief just as jet
wandered back through the door.
“What are
you doing?” she snapped spying the book in his hands
“You
think it’s me?” Nick announced bounding to his feet
“Don’t
read my things Nick, you should leave” Jet replied snatching
the book from his hands
“Tell me
Jet, do you think it’s me? Do you think I'm the one doing
all this to you, bringing back your father?” Nick demanded
“Leave
Nick” Jet repeated her eyes filling with tears, but refusing
to grant them release
“God Jet
just tell me, is that what you think?” Nick questioned
raising his voice
“Yes, yes
it is what I think” Jet announced matching his loudness
Nick stopped
dead – straight from her mouth
“I cant
believe you would think that, why Jet?”
“Because
after he rung again I hit redial, and you answered the phone”
she replied calmly
“After
everything we’ve been through you actually think I would do
something like this?”
“I don’t
know Nick, but what am I meant to think? God you weren’t at
home after the rock went through the window, no one knew where
you were and –“
“I wasn’t
at home because I was getting you this” Nick said softly
pulling a small black case from his pocket, and about the redial
I found a bug on my phone Jet but I didn’t want to alarm you
so I went straight to the police and didn’t tell you, that’s
why it rung back to me” he added handing her the case and
running out of the room.