A\N-I forget the names of Jesse's sisters, or how many he has, so I'm just making them up.
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"Leslie!" Jesse screamed for his friend. There she was, the blonde gagging for air under the rising torrents of the river. She had previously been screaming for help, but was now resorted to spitting out water and slapping the white caps in desperation.
"H-help!" She choked, before plunging back into the vicious tides.
Seeing no other option for himself or Leslie, Jesse took a deep breath and dove in, headfirst. In a matter of moments, he was engulfed in the merciless water, kicking and flailing besides Leslie. As he found himself fall into a merciless inner abyss of pitch, all Jesse could see was foggy blue and a frozen face, once optimistic and vibrant, sinking beneath him.
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"Where the hell is Jesse?" Mr. Aarons asked, not directing his inquiry to anyone in particular. His wife shrugged, going back to the dishes absentmindedly. At the kitchen table, Brenda and Ellie were scribbling in math notebooks while exchanging news on a girl named Jenny who apparently was cheating on Craig with Jake. On the floor, Joyce and May Belle fiddled with some pots and pans recently dried by Mrs. Aarons.
Jesse Aarons Sr. looked out the window, in the direction he had last seen his son go off to. Jesse Jr. rarely was in before eight, but though it was only seven, Sr. had a bad feeling in his gut. Call it a father's intuition, but he worried something terribly, terribly wrong was occurring.
In the distance, sirens broke the general silence in the Aarons family kitchen. It grew closer and closer--so close his daughters and wife all looked up from their respective activities to peek out the window--until the blaring stopped. Thinking it was another car crash down the bend, the family wandered back to their rolls--except Mr. Aarons. He, himself, walked to the back door and peeked outside.
A medical bus, an ambulance, had pulled over on the road next to the river down the way, the very river Jesse and that Burke girl made their sanction. Without hesitation, two gurneys were taken from the bus's back and rolled over the grass to the very edge of the bank, which had risen high with choppy blue. Mr. Aaron's heart stopped in mid-beat as he saw a paramedic heave a small body from the river and drop it on the table.
"Jesse?" He breathed, barely a whisper in the wind. It was enough, however, for a very small person behind him to hear.
"What's wrong with Jesse?" May Belle asked, stuffed rabbit hanging from her hand. Without answering, the man called for his wife and daughters. They came rushing to the door where Jesse Sr. had been standing, but was now halfway down the road. Seeing the spectacle by the river, his family followed suit, not one confused about the situation.
"Jesse!" Mrs. Aarons screamed, despite herself; catching in pace with her husband as her four daughters headed out ahead of them, reaching the traveling gurney long before the older couple.
The first body they saw was that of Leslie Burke, Jesse's friend. Her short blonde hair clung to her neck and pale, frigid face. Her lips blue, her eyes closed, her body sopping, it was to no fool's game that she had met a watery demise. When the Aaron parents saw her, they gasped.
But no sound was heard when two paramedics grievously hauled another body from the tides.
Black hair sopping, clothes clinging to his body, Jesse Aarons Sr. stared into the dead face of his son, Jesse Aarons Jr., and screamed.
And that, as they say, is that.
A\N-Sorry, just had to do it.