Chapter 2 Hatred.
After dad helped me into my new bedroom. I change my clothes into fresh clean clothes and made my way downstairs. When I got downstairs, my dad, Albert, and Jake were on the carpet playing Scrabble. Scrabble has always been my favorite game ever since I was a little girl. Dad taught me how to play Scrabble when I was seven years old. Ever since he taught me how to play, at school I won the spelling bee three years in a row and I even beat him at the game of Scrabble! My mom thought about taking me to the Spelling Bee Nationals. But I told her I didn't want to and my dad agreed. He said it will be too much for me to handle and that I will not have fun in my childhood. I agreed too. Albert gets up from the carpet and makes his way towards me. Before he says anything, he carefully adjusts his shades and says, "Let's forget what ever happen between you and Jake. Let's just play Scrabble. Would you like to play Sherry?" Should I flight or fight? If I flight, I wouldn't have to deal with Jake's mean stares. If I fight, then I will have to deal with Jake's mean stares. Which in this case, I choose fight. I only chose fight because my dad looks pretty happy. And I do not want to ruin his smile. But I should because he was the only who promised me that we will bond together in California! Right now I can be looking for those t-shirts Claire wanted! But here I am in stupid Florida playing Scrabble. A game that was my thing. Now, I'm sixteen and I want to explore and live my life. Not sit inside someone's house playing Scrabble and dealing with a boy who looks my age giving me mean stare that isn't welcoming. "Sherry? Are you playing or what?" Albert asks. "Um, yeah. Sure! I mean…why not?" Albert and I sit down on the carpet. When I sat down I felt the hot air coming in from outside. As I'm picking the letters from the bag, I find myself looking towards at Jake. He looks at me back giving me that nasty name is Cherry and what you said was no it's Sherry." Why is he being so mean at me for? What have I done? Did I ruin his father son summer vacation? Like how dad ruined mine? "Sorry." I say putting my head down ashamed. Jake shakes his head and looks up high. I wonder what he's looking at. Is it the sky? Because when I look up, all I see is the big blue sky, and puffy clouds that look like it's going to combine together and prepare to rain. "So Sherry, no offence but why are you here?" "Why are you asking me a bunch of freaking questions?!" I snap. Jake stops walking and turns to me and I did the same. "What do you mean a bunch of questions? I only ask you two simple ass questions. And you're telling me you can't answer simple questions?" He folds his arms and looks away waiting for my response. He's right. Why can't I answer simple question? Is it because I'm afraid of what he's going to say? What he's going to do if I say the wrong thing? The problem is… I am afraid of what he's going to do or say. Why am I so afraid of him? Why? Now that is what I can't understand. "Hello?" Jake says waving his hand in front of my face. "Oh sorry," Jake shakes his head and walks again and I followed. "Where are we going?" "Why do you want to know?" "What? Curiosity is a crime now?" We both stop walking and we are in a parking lot. "Why are we here?" I ask looking around to see if anyone around. Jake touches the cars as he walks past each of them. "You're so naïve." He says picking up an axe from the ground. What is he doing?! Is he going to kill me right here? Right now? Why me?! He smirks as he bounces the axe in his hand up and down. When he reaches to me, I close my eyes slowly waiting for him to kill me right here. Suddenly, I hear a huge smash. The huge sound sounded like glass. I open my eyes and see a window shield destroyed. My eyes widened and I start to panic. Jake repeatedly hits the car over and over and over again. Each time he hits the car I flinch. Suddenly, I hear someone shouted, "YO! WHAT THE FUCK! THAT'S MY CAR YOU ASSHOLE!" A boy comes into the parking lot. The boy walks fast and he slowly puts his right hand behind him. Jake laughs and I look at him. "Cherry, run." He says picking up the axe from the car. "Why?" I ask scared. Jake doesn't keep his eyes off of the boy. "Just run." "Okay! But for the last time! The name is Sherry! Not Cherry!" Before I can do what Jake told me to do, the boy pulls his gun out. He points his gun at Jake. "Jake! Don't be stupid!" I yelled. Saying his name is kind of weird. Maybe because I don't know him. But for some reason, I feel like I care about him. Wonder why. "Sherry! Just run! Stop being a dumbass!" "Dumbass? You're the one standing there at someone is about to shoot your ass for wrecking their car!" The boy laughs and points his gun at me. My heart sinks and I become frozen. "You see what you have done? If you would have listened to me we wouldn't be here in this mess." "Leave me alone Jake! You're the one who got me into this mess." I say holding both of my hands up into the air. Jake does the same. "Who's the girl?" The boy asks heading towards me. Oh God! "What's your name cutie?" The boy asks pointing the gun towards my head. I gulp and look at the sky. Please God help me out of this! "Sherry. Sherry Birkin. Is there anything else you want to know?" Jake sighs hard, "Yeah sure, you'd rather play twenty questions with a guy who has a gun pointed to your head but not a guy who doesn't? Talk about ass backwards." The boy points his gun at Jake, "Actually, you're ass backwards because she's trying to save her life. You're acting like you don't want to live. Do you want to live?" Jake chuckles and looks down at the ground. What is so funny? Why is he chuckling so hard? "What's so funny?" The boy asks. Jake lifts his head up and says, "This!" He quickly swings the axe at the boy's leg. The boy blood starts to gush out of his leg and Jake takes his gun out of his hand. He carefully takes the bullets out of the gun and puts it inside of pocket. Giving the gun back to the boy on the ground who's screaming for help, Jake's surprisingly smooth, warm hand grabbed mine and he started running at top speed. I ran with him while holding his hand. His hand is warm. I can imagine him hugging me. His warmth will be all over me. Especially on a cold day. What the hell is wrong with me? Why am I thinking like that? We both reach a corner and he we both do a sharp turn right. He yanks me and it causes me to fall onto the ground. He doesn't help me up; instead he just looks to see if anyone is after us. He turns to look at me and he notices that I'm on the ground. He then says oh and helps me up. He smiles towards me, his blue eyes looks so happy and radiant. I notice there's a scar across his cheek. Wonder how that got there. Maybe someone slice him? Maybe? His almost bald head looks so cute. We both rested our backs at on a brick wall. "Ugh, I'm so exhausted." Jake continues to look around, "Let's get out of here super girl." Super girl? "Super girl? What th-" "The name super girl compensates for your not so super running abilities." I was breathing heavily. "Also, we weren't even running for a very long time." Between pants I say, "Whatever, it's freaking hot out here and you got me almost killed! Plus, I'm sitting here right directly at the sun and I'm freaking exhausted and sweaty!" Jake rolls his eyes, "It's always something with woman." He then gets up from the ground and looks around. This time I get up by myself. On our way back to the house, a cop parks his car into Jake's driveway. "Shit…" Jake says underneath his breath. "They find us." Hearing Jake say us. Is like getting blame on something you didn't even do! Before Jake and I can enter inside the house, the cop says, "Hey!" We both turn our heads and the cop begins to walk towards us. "Stay calm." Jake says walking ahead of me. Why is he such a bad boy? What cause him to be one? Those questions will never be answered. "Hey, Jake. I just wanted check on you. How are things? Are you staying out of trouble?" Jake grunted but kept a smile on his face. "Yeah." The cop looks at me. "And who is this lovely girl?" "She's under age!" Jake shouted. The cop makes a face. "Stay out of trouble Mr. Muller." I watch the cop go inside of his car and drove off. "Come on stupid. Come inside before I lock you out." Still looking at the road I enter inside the house.
Lying down on my bed, I look up at the ceiling. All I see is Jake and the boy he fought. Is he alive or dead? Questions kept coming into my head until there was a knock on my door. It must be dad because when he knocks he knocks on the door three times. "Come in." He enters my room and closes the door behind him. He sits on the edge of the bed and says, "Sherry, earlier when you and Jake took a walk. Did anything happen? Like, did Jake take you somewhere like a parking lot and hit someone with an axe?" Dammit! How did he found out? Did Jake tell him himself? No, no one will ever have done that! Shaking my head I say, "No, why?" "I don't know. I'm just curious. Well, see you later." Dad walks out of my room and I try to think of ways how dad found out. I wanted so badly to leave my room and talk to Jake about it. But I forgot that he doesn't like me. At. All. To get the whole situation out of my mind, I decided to turn on my phone and I text Claire,
Me: Claire!
Claire: SHERRY! HOW'S CALI?!
Me: Is this Leon? :P
Claire: Teddy bear?
Me: Yeah, this is totally Claire! Something happen…I'm not in California.
Claire: What? Why?! Do Leon and I need to come and rescue you and your father?
Me: What? No…
I told Claire everything what happen. But not the whole Jake situation. Not even about him not liking me.
Claire: Awe. Sherry ;) You better hook up with that kid Jake.
Me: What? Are you insane! My dad will kill me if he ever finds a boy in my room!
Claire: Oh yeah…forgot.
Me: So how's Leon?
Claire: Oh, I didn't tell you?
Me: Tell me about what? :o
Claire: We broke up…this morning.
Me: What?! Why?!
Claire: Because I caught him kissing his ex Ada!
Me: …
Claire: I know right! He keeps asking me to give him another chance. Should I? I mean, I love Leon a loooooottttttt!
Me: Yeah, I can tell.
Claire: Well, g2g. Good luck. & goodnight.
Me: You too. :)
I shut my phone right after Claire and I conversation ended. I leave my room and went downstairs. Albert and my dad are watching Football together. I wonder where Jake is. Slowly I went down the stairs and sneak into the backyard. The sky is dark and I see a bunch of stars. It's a beautiful night out. If Claire and Leon were here to see this right now, we three would have been looking up at the sky making wishes. "Making a wish?" I heard an amused voice behind me. I turned my head and face Jake. "Jake? What are you doing here? I thought you were asleep." "I'm not a goody-two shoe like you." He says in a annoyed tone. Looking away Jake then says, "Look, we may not seem to like each other but can we at least try to get along?" "Get along? Jake, ever since I've gotten here I've been trying to get along with you! But it seems really impossible to get along with someone who gives you mean looks! Not to mention also about pushing someone into a pool who almost drown!" He looks at me and shakes his head. "What?" I ask. Jake walks past me and I turn around. Before he heads inside the house he turns his head and says, "Things happens for a reason." "Yeah…sure…" I say looking at the pool. "I'm pretty sure getting a gun pointed at my head is the best thing." "Whatever, get used to it super girl." Jake says. "Get use to what?" I ask looking back. "Get used to living here. It's going to be like hell." Hearing his words in my head bothers me a lot. Why is he doing this to me? What have I done to not earn his respect?