Chapter 4 -
Sooner Or Later They Find Out
"Look
Devin, I am so not in the mood"
“Well you
better get in the mood. What if he got arrested huh? Is that what
you want Jet? Is it? Why do you have to just go out and”
Devin stopped mid sentence
“Well
finish what you were saying Devin, you meant to say why do you
have go out and be like a cheep whore, isn’t that right?
Fuck you Devin, why don’t you just say it, go on, you think
I'm a slut, a whore, a bitch, whatever word you want to use, but
hell that’s what you think I am, and you know what? I don’t
care, maybe that is me, but it’s my life and I’ll screw
it up anyway I want to”
“Jet that
is not what I meant”
“Yeah
sure okay, whatever”
She turned
around and began to stomp off.
“Don’t
you even care about Nick?”
“Why
should I? He wont be back, they never are” she remarked
walking into her room, slamming the door behind her.
She dropped
down onto her cane chair in the corner of her room, and clutched
her raggedly old teddy as hard as she could as the tears ran free
from her eyes.
~ AN HOUR LATER ~
Dear Diary
I wish I
could erase the past. Start over, change who I am, wipe the slate
clean. Why is it that we are always judged by what we DID, never
by what we’re doing, and most of the time, the harshest
judger is the closest to us – ourselves. We refuse to see
what’s right before us, hoping if we don’t notice the
problem will simply go away.
Jet nibbled
away at the pen she held tightly in her hands, searching her soul
for the words she longed to scribble across the paper. She sighed
loudly, it was useless.
The tap on her
window alerted her to someone else’s presence. She looked up
to see Nick peering into the window.
“What do
you want?” she questioned opening the wooden framed window
He pushed his
head up, his lips pounding onto hers. As quickly as they had
come, they broke away allowing a smile to come to a front.
“Hey
there” he muttered
“Nick
what are you doing at my window?” she questioned laughing a
little
“Your
bothers friend scares me” he shrugged
“Sorry I
missed you this morning, I didn’t want to go without saying
goodbye, but you looked so peaceful” he remarked his blue
eyes shining with intensity
“You
wanna go do something?” she inquired a plan formulating in
her head
He nodded
quickly.
“Out of
the way” she announced flipping one leg out the window.
She jumped out
of the window, and smiled up at Nick.
“Let’s
get some ice cream” she pleaded like a small child
“That
sounds good” he winked following her as she ran across the
bright green lawn.
~ 30 MINUTES
LATER ~
“I gotta
go to the little girls room, I’ll be right back” Jet
announced standing up
She placed her
wallet on the table and headed off in the direction of the
toilets.
Nick studied
the object on the table. He suddenly had an urge to look in it.
He looked around like a naughty child then reached across and
took it into his warm clutches. The Velcro made a crackling noise
as he slowly opened it. Change rattled in the first pocket as it
opened fully.
He looked at
the photo of Jet along with some people he’d never met
before placed under the clear plastic. He filed through her
cards, nothing major, a bank card, video card, a student ID for
the Florida State Correspondence School.
“She’s
still doing school” he muttered to himself.
He studied the
card closely, it was much like the one he once had, when he was
on the road a lot and did most of his tuition by correspondence,
and later on with a tutor.
He laughed a
little at the face she was pulling in the photo, then his eye was
drawn down to the number underneath.
“2nd
February 1984”
It didn’t
take him long to do the math, if that was her birthday, she was
only 16.
“What are
you doing?” Jet inquired standing beside the table
“I –
Uh” Nick stuttered dropping what he had in his hands
“You
shouldn’t be nosey” she remarked filing the card back
into it’s place
“How come
it says your birthday is in 1984?”
A lump
bombarded Jet’s throat, he knew – now what was she
going to say? She was speechless.
“So you
are only 16? I cant believe you would lie to me”
“I cant
believe you went through me wallet”
“Don’t
put all this onto me”
“Don’t
worry I wont”
She snatched
up her wallet and marched out of the small ice cream parlor.
“What is
your problem?” Nick blurted out running to catch her
“Take
your pick Carter I'm fucking fill of problems, look I'm sorry I
lied to you, but in all honesty after last night I didn’t
ever expect to see you again”
Nick stopped
dead in his tracks.
“What
does that mean?”
“It
means, you don’t have to be here Nick, you don’t have
to feel sorry for me. You got what you want you didn’t need
to come back, they never do”
She looked
down at the ground and continued on her original path –
home.