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Spinelli awoke with a small groan, and sat up on her bed, rubbing her eyes as she did so. She stretched out her arms, letting out another soft groan, and looked outside her window. Rather than being greeted by a low rising sun, cloudless blue skies, and awaking birds, she instead saw dark hues of purples, distant faded stars, and the bright crescent of the moon. Confused, she looked over to her digital clock on her nightstand, which displayed the numbers 10:42 in bright red. She sighed, and lazily got out of bed.
"That's what you get when you sleep at 6 Spinelli." she mumbled.
She walked over to her window and opened it, letting in a nice cool breeze, and then peeked out. She turned her head towards the rows of houses to the right of her, and stared at a particular house, with its window displaying a lit up room, and silhouettes of two teenage boy's rough housing around.
"I guess Vince and Teej are at it again." She smiled and shook her head, then stuck her head back in. She felt and heard a low grumble coming from her stomach, bringing her to the realization that she has yet to eat dinner. She walked away from the window, then out the door of her room, and was once again surprised at the eerie silence her home seemed to inhabit at that moment. Just as she was about to walk down the steps, out of the corner of her eye over the railing, she saw the figure of her mother in a rush drop a suitcase on the coffee table, and walk away out of sight. Spinelli frowned a bit, trying to remember whether there was an upcoming trip, but her thoughts were cut short when her father came into the room, with an exhausted, sad look on his face. He placed a hand on the suitcase, one lone tear streaming down his cheek, and then he slowly removed it. She was confused yet again, and thought it would be best to watch from a distance. She crouched behind the wooden railings as to not be seen, and squeezed onto the two railings in front of her, watching between the two railings at the scene unfolding before her.
Her mother walked in with the same rush, but this time, had a hamper basket filled with clothes, and dropped the basket on the couch placed near the suitcase. She turned and unzipped the suitcase with quick haste, and began to fold and pack, all the while being watched by a broken hearted man standing beside her.
"Please Flo, don't do this." He finally spoke up.
"Don't do this? Is that all you have to say to me?" She scoffed.
"I'm sorry, but you have to understand, I needed to!"
"You needed to? So what, I wasn't good enough anymore?"
"No! Of course not! It was jus-"
He sighed.
"It was just part of the mission."
She stopped putting clothes in, then turned and looked at him with bewilderment.
"Part of the mission?"
He nodded solemnly. She let out another scoff, then folded her arms across her chest.
"So, tell me Bob, how many other missions did you have to run off and screw foreign girls?"
A gasp escaped Spinelli's lips, and she slapped her hand on her mouth, her eyes wide.
"I swear to you Flo, that was the only time!"
"Yea, right." She turned back around and resumed packing.
"It was! If I didn't get her to talk, then the guys would have gotten away with bombs that could have put the whole nation in danger!"
"So you screw her to get her to talk?"
"What? No! It's just- I gotta-… It's complicated."
"And what about Commander LeSim? Why couldn't he have gotten someone else, huh?"
"You know just as well as I do that you just can't swap out and put another guy in the middle of a mission! That would be too obvious for the people we're trying to catch. Please Flo, you gotta forgive me, it was the only time I've had to do that!"
There was a moment of silence. Tension was filling the room as the two stared at each other, the trail of tears staining their faces. Spinelli, too shocked to move, still had her hand stuck on her lips, hoping and wishing that she just didn't witness the end for her parents. Finally, Flo broke the tense silence.
"I'm sorry Bob, I-"she sighed.
"I just can't…"
Bob stood frozen, staring at her with longing eyes, a new set of tears trickling down his face. She grabbed the now empty basket off the couch, and proceeded to the stairs. As she was walking up, a figure from above caught her eye. She looked up, and saw her little Spinelli, sitting hopelessly on the floor, staring back at her with wide glistening eyes.
"Pookie?"
Spinelli said or did nothing, remaining frozen as she stared down at her mother. Bob ran over to the bottom of the stairs and caught sight of the hopeless girl. When he thought his heart couldn't shatter anymore, when he saw the broken little girl he loved and adored sitting with a broken heart and spirit, the millions of pieces that shattered before, shattered into more pieces.
Finally, he spoke up.
"Pookie, H-h-how long were you up there?"
"Long enough." She said dryly, her attention averting from her mother to him.
"You cheated on mom?"
He opened his mouth to say something, but no sound escaped his lips. She then averted her attention back to her mother.
"And you're not going to forgive him? You're going to leave him, just like that?"
"Honey, you have to understand tha-"
"Understand what ma? I have to understand that I should lose trust in someone quickly, all because they made one lousy big mistake, and then leave them? I have to understand that the couple I look up to the most, because they've gone through anything and everything, and come out together and happy, are splitting right in front of me because one man made one stupid mistake, and one woman can't even forgive him? I have to understand that the ones who I looked up to the most, and the ones who I admired the most, are my parents who are divorcing, and splitting the family apart?"
She now had tears slowly trailing down her cheeks, a look of astonishment played on her face. Flo remained silent, and then lowered her head from shame. Spinelli looked from one to another, and finally ran into her room, slamming the door behind her. Bob and Flo looked at the closed door, and then looked at each other, sadness within their eyes.
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Spinelli had her back pressed against the door, and with swift movement, she slid her arm across the top of the dresser near the door, throwing everything onto the ground, relieving her anger the best way she knew how. By breaking things. She picked up a picture frame off the floor which held a picture of her parents, both smiling brightly, then threw it against the far wall, the glass shattering into pieces. She fell to her knees by her bed, and laid her head on her bed, her fingers running through her raven hair, then grasping tightly on the hair towards the back of her head, releasing excess anger, letting out soft sobs, her shoulders rising and falling as she did so. After a couple of minutes, she looked up and wiped her tear filled eyes. She caught sight of something lit up from the outside. She turned her head and looked out the window above her bed, and saw the window a few houses down.
She saw the silhouette of T.J. leaving his room. She then looked out her other window, noticing it was still open, then quickly jumped onto her feet and ran towards it. She peeked out and looked at the gutter railing nailed to the corner of her house next to her window. She sat on the sill and scooted closer towards the railing, then grabbed a strong hold of it. She reached her left leg over the sill, and scooted a bit closer. Finally, she reached forward with her body, and with her left leg, she reached over to the other side of the railing, and got a hold of a large hook. She pulled out her right leg from the window, and then finally stood with the railing.
She began to climb down with great skill, and once she reached close enough to the ground, she jumped off the railing, and jumped into a full sprint towards T.J.'s house. As she neared closer, she caught sight of the tall, clean cut hedge that divided his house from the two besides his. As she got closer, from around the corner of the hedge, she saw the back of Vince's grey truck parked.
He's still there, good, he can help me feel better.
As she got closer, she began to see the back of T.J.'s red car, and just as she was about to turn the corner of the hedge, she saw a light pink convertible parked sloppily on the available space. She stopped dead in her tracks, eye brows furrowed, and a look of bewilderment on her face, and she knew exactly whose car that belonged to. Ashley Armbruster. Her thoughts of murder were cut when a high pitched annoying laugh filled the silent night's air. She looked over to the source, and saw Ashley A. standing on the porch in front of T.J.s doorstep, where he stood himself, looking at her with a bored look on his face.
"What the hell is she doing here?" She mumbled to herself, already feeling her hands ball up into fists. She backed up behind the hedge, and peeked over the corner, watching once again from afar.
She couldn't hear them, but had a clear view of the two and their body movements. She saw Ashley A., waving her hands around a lot, obviously deep into her conversation, and she saw T.J. simply nod, looking as if he wasn't paying attention. Suddenly, Ashley placed her hand on his chest, letting out another fit of laughter. Spinelli tightened her fists, and tried her best to control herself from running over to the pink convertible, hot wiring it, and then running over the owner of it. She looked to see if T.J. is doing anything about it, but he simply looked down at her hand, then back up at her with an arched eyebrow. Spinelli was taken aback, expecting him to push her hand off or to tell her off, but nothing happened. Just when she was about to march over and give them both a piece of her mind, the unexpected happened.
Ashley A. leaned forward, and pressed her lips against his. Spinelli stopped and watched with wide eyes, suddenly forgetting to breathe. She stood frozen, not knowing what to do. She watched as T.J. just stood there and took it, not doing anything, not saying anything. Because of Ashley's head in the way, she couldn't see T.J.s face, but with the way he was acting, she imagined his face was displaying enjoyment. Not being able to take it anymore, she turned and ran back towards her house, her dark chocolate eyes once again being filled with tears of hurt, the image of the two kissing not leaving her mind. She got to her house and jumped on to the railing, and climbed up with quick movement.
She jumped into the room and ran her hands through her hair, squeezing once again with her fingers. She squeezed her eyes closed to try to stop the world from spinning, and then opened them again. Through the corner of her eye, she saw the color of dark green. She took her hands off her head and noticed that she was still wearing the jacket he gave to her earlier. With swift movement, she sloppily removed the jacket, and then threw it against the far wall with a loud grunt, a piece of the jacket getting caught on a corner of a frame on the wall. She fell on her knees again, and cupped her hands against her face, letting out loud uncontrollable sobs. After a couple of minutes, she calmed down a bit, and lifted her head up, wrapping her arms around her body.
"He's cheating on me…" She said to herself weakly.
"He's actually cheating on me…"
She looked down at the ground, and took notice that she was still wearing her jeans. She quickly reached her hand in her pocket and pulled out her cell phone. She scrolled through the contacts list until she found Gretchen's number. Just when she was about to press the call button, a thought entered her mind, and she stopped herself.
"Vince was there…" She said in a low voice, frowning down at the phone, and then looking up.
"And if Vince was there, he knew about Ashley A. And if he knew about Ashley A., then so does Gretchen. And if Gretchen knew, so would Gus, and then Mikey…"
She looked back down at her phone, and watched as it slowly slid out of her hand onto the floor below. She sat there, staring at her bare hand, all of the thoughts of that night swimming through her mind. She then shifted her position so that she sat with her back against her bed, and sat there in silence, eyebrows furrowed, mind filled.
"My parents are getting a divorce, my boyfriend is cheating on me, and my best friends backstabbed me."
She looked down beside her and saw all the things on the ground that once stood on her dresser that held some sort of back story. The Rocker Teddy Bear that was given to her by T.J. on one Valentine's day, a VIP backstage pass to Dogs Pajamas that was given to her by all her friends one birthday, and a miniature Eiffel Tower given to her by her parents as a souvenir when they went on an Anniversary trip to Paris. Then something caught her eye. Between the messes laid a large sharp piece of glass. She reached out and grabbed it, and was hypnotized at the sharp edges of the piece, the longest edge taking most of her attention.
Suddenly, she slowly brought the sharp glass up to her wrist. She arched her wrist back as to expose more of the pale blue vein lying under her skin, and she slowly drew the sharp edge closer to the vein, staring with odd fascination. When the piece was only centimeters away from her skin, she stopped, and came to her senses. She blinked, and put her wrist at rest, the glass still in her other hand. She looked from the glass, to her wrist, then back at the glass, and shook her head, confused.
"What am I doing?" She asked herself weakly.
She brought the glass away from her wrist and held it in front of her face. She stared through its clarity, and took notice of the frame hanging off the wall in front of her. She lowered the piece of glass, and stared within the frame, which displayed a newspaper with a picture of her and her friends, along with the faculty and staff of her elementary, posing in front of 3rd Street school, the headlines reading "3rd Street Saves Summer." She looked around her room, and looked at all the pictures, drawings, and memories that each hold a story with her friends or family that either hung on the wall, or stood proudly on a dresser or table, each being a constant reminder of how those she trusted most were the ones that hurt her the most.
"I gotta get out of here…" she mumbled.
She jumped up, turned on the light to her room, and hurried over to her closet. She opened the doors and searched through the ruble until she pulled out a red duffle bag. She opened and laid the duffle bag onto her bed, and turned back towards the closet, where she quickly pulled out clothes and shoved them into the bag. Then, she went over to her drawer and shoved her hand inside, and began feeling around until she felt what she was looking for. She pulled out her hand and squeezed between two fingers was a two twenty dollar bills. She shoved them in her pocket, and repeated her actions with every drawer in her room. Once she was done with the last drawer, she took out all the money from her pocket and counted, and was slightly disappointed to find that with all the searching, she only had 160 dollars.
"Not enough…" she mumbled.
She shoved all of the money back into her pocket, and crept towards the door. She slowly opened it, and peeked her head out, looking around to see whether the coast was clear. When she felt sure it was, she slowly tip toed out and went down the hallway all the way to the last door. On her way there, she looked over the railing and saw her father sitting there, in his world once again, but there was no sign of her mother.
Once she got to the door, she slowly pressed her ear against it, and remained still. When she heard nothing, she slowly opened the door, peeked in, saw no one, and after a couple of seconds, crept in. Inside the room stood a large king sized bed in the middle, with burgundy comforters, standing in between two dark colored night stands, each holding a lamp and alarm clock. She looked towards the far wall, and saw the dark wooden dresser which held frames, glasswork, perfume bottles, and jewelry. She crept to it, and pulled out the middle drawer. Much like she did in her room, she felt around until she found what she needed, and pulled out 3 hundred dollar bills.
"Bingo." She smiled and shoved the money back into her pocket.
Just as she was about to turn away, a picture frame caught her eye. She looked down at it, and picked it up. It was a wooden frame, with the word "Family" inscribed in the lower corner, and between the four walls of the frame displayed a picture of her whole family, including her bothers. The 5 stood happily, her father's arm around her mothers, and her own arms wrapped around her brothers who stood at each side of her. She looked from one brother to the other, and sighed softly.
"If only you two were here, maybe things would be different…"
She put the frame back down, but kept her eyes on the old happy family. Finally, she sighed, and walked out of the room, slowly closing the door behind her. As she walked back towards her own, she peeked over the railing and saw her parents talking softly on the couch. She scoffed. Probably talking about divorce settlements she thought.
She went back into her room, closed the door, and packed anything else she may need. Once she was satisfied with her possessions, she zipped close the duffle bag and placed the strap over her shoulder. She went towards her writing desk and with quick haste, scribbled down a note, and placed it on the edge of her bed. She turned off the light and went to her window, sat on the sill, and reached her left leg over to the other side of the sill so that her legs were on each side of the sill. She took one last look around her room, tears beginning to brim her eyes, when something in the far wall caught her attention.
Hanging off a frame was the green varsity jacket. She took a deep breath, and got off the sill and back into her room. She approached the jacket, and stared at every detail of the jacket. She took the sleeve in her hand, and rubbed it between her fingers, feeling them same warmth she felt when she first put it on. She removed the jacket off the frame and held it in her arms. She stared down hard at the jacket, and then looked out the window above her bed towards the house he was in. She sighed, and with the jacket in her hand, she approached the window sill, sat, and took one final look around her room. Tears began to brim her eyes, but she blinked them away, not wanting to cry anymore that night. She threw the jacket over her shoulder, grabbed hold of the gutter railing, and once she stood with the railing, she reached over with her right arm, and slowly pulled down the window pane. Once the window was closed, she grabbed onto the railing, and began to climb down.
She jumped off the railing once close enough to the ground, and looked up at the window that held so many memories. She let out a soft sigh and walked to the sidewalk. Once there, she looked to the left, where she was supposed to go, then to her right, where her final stop would be before leaving. She walked down the sidewalk to her right, and walked the same steps she did only about an hour earlier. She looked up and saw that around the corner of the tall hedge, Vince's car was still parked alongside T.J.'s, but the pink convertible was gone.
She finally got to the house and walked up the wooden porch slowly. She took a deep breath, and crouched down, slowly laying the green jacket neatly on the welcome mat, the large white letter D being exposed. She traced her fingers along the curve of the D, a tear trickling down her pale cheek. She quickly wiped the tear away, stood up, and walked off the porch onto the sidewalk. She turned around and looked up at the lit window that would be his room, and saw his silhouette pacing back and forth in the room.
"I love you T.J. Detweiller." She whispered softly, then turned around and walked down the sidewalk, off the street that held so many memories to her.
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Well, there ya go! The second chapter. It may be a bit shorter, but don't worry, with what I have planned, all the other chapters may be fairly long. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed it, and REVIEW! I want reviews. Reviews make me happy, and if I'm happy, I write! So review! I command thee!