Oooh. ^^ Bold are memories. - Scitah

It had been two months since I left the house. I knew my parents blamed themselves for my state, but I couldn't say anything to any one at all.

I was afraid and I felt so alone.

I remember when I staggered back to Terry's Chevy.

He was on the pavement and I could hardly recognize him. Blood had spattered all over his car and some one else's. I felt bile climb up my throat and turned away so I didn't see. I couldn't. Did not wish to any longer see what the Cobras had done to Terry.

I fell to my knees, heart instantly broken, and cried hard.

When people began to leave the school, I got real scared and quickly left the parking lot, running for home.

Halfway there, I tripped, scraping all along my arm and knees. Getting half way up, I saw my blood on the side walk and was instantly reminded of Terry, and I threw up just about everything I had had for the past week.

When I finally made it home, my parents were snuggled nicely together on the couch and it hurt to see it, so I went to the back yard and sat there on one of the benches we had.

I sat there until mom looked out the kitchen window that morning and dropped the dish she was washing to run out to me.

I knew I looked a mess, but I did not care.

"Why can't you just listen to me for once!?" My mother screamed at my Father, "You never listen! I'm not some southern bell who bows at every man that passes her by! I made a living, Theodore!"

"What the hell does that matter?! It's you who doesn't do the listening, Damnit! Now, this is my house and you will respect me in it!" Screamed back my father.

My life had fallen apart so fast that I couldn't catch it. Couldn't stop it.

God? Why, God? Why me? Why Terry? Why my mom and dad?

My questions always went unanswered.

"Where the hell are you going?!" My father yelled, now in the hall to their room and further down, my room.

"I'm packing, damnit! I can't take this any more, Theodore! No more!" She hissed back, and I could see her bright red lips saying it in my head.

I tucked my face into my pillow and cried quietly. What was I supposed to do? Make peace? How? "Mom, Dad! Shut up!"? I don't think so...

"Jenny!? Oh, my God, Jenny!" My mother called from the kitchen door, but I could barely hear her.

She rushed over and sat next to me, hugging me tightly, "Baby? What's wrong?" she begged.

Although I didn't feel them, they existed, the tears that rolled down my cheeks, freckling my dress.

In the sun light, I was almost spotted in tears, blood, and dirt, my dress was torn in several places, my hair was tangled, knotted, and disheveled, one of my shoes was missing, but my engagement ring... That was spotless, unaffected by last night.

"Jesus! Jenny!" It was my father this time and he ran out and knelt in front of me, both him and my mother asking questions about my well being, what was wrong, and various others along those lines.

"He's dead." I told them in a whisper, twisting the ring around my finger.

School was supposed to start in a week and my parents were splitting... For good, I knew.

Later that night, after dad stormed out of the house and pealed out crazily in his car, my Mother knocked on my door. "Jenny? Can I come in?"

I didn't bother answering and I could practically feel her heart break, but she came in any ways.

"Jenny, sweetheart, have you laid in that bed all day long?" she asked, stepping over like a child who knew she did something bad.

I didn't even roll over to look at her.

She sighed and sat by my feet, "Jennifer. Your father and I are... Getting a divorce. I'm moving back to the city."

She was waiting for me to object, but all I did was shut my eyes tighter to wish Ace had killed me instead.

"I can't take you with me, sweetheart." her voice broke answering a question I hadn't even asked. "I'm going to get a job, buy a nice condo and next summer, you'll come and live with me. Alright?"

My chin quivered. My mother had been my closest friend my entire life and I was letting her go because I didn't have the courage to even bother changing her mind.

I heard her breath in sharply, as if she was trying not to cry, but I knew she was already.

I wanted so badly to hug her, to comfort her... But all I did was cry.

"I will... I will write you letters and call you when I can. In those letters, I will give you my number and address so you can call or write whenever you want..."

I felt my body crunch together, drawing my legs up closer to me.

"Oh, sweetheart..." and her body was drapped over mine in an odd hug and we cried for an hour before she cleaned herself up and left my room.

After a minute, I wiped my eyes and under my nose, then went tomy parents' room to watch a car I had never seen before pull up and take my mother away.

My life... Was singlehandedly destroyed by Ace Merrill and as well as being upset, heartbroken, and tattered, I was angry. No doubt about it...