Chapter 2 - Continued

Jade backed up, staring at the letter, trying to find the bed to sit on. She was shocked at what she just read. She knew her brother, and she knew he would never cheat on Jenna. He loved her. Jade started feeling lightheaded. Shocked at what Emily had written. Apalled that she's the reason Jenna broke up with him. That she was part of the reason her brother killed himself. Jade fell back to lie down on Jordans unused pillow. She slowly reached for a nearby teddy bear and hugged it as she dozed off.

"Jade!" Her father was standing in the doorway calling her name. "Jade, hunny. Get up. You have to get going. It's late." He continued. Jade looked around the bedroom, forgetting where she was. Still holding the teddy bear she got up f4rom the bed, got her bag, and started walking towards the door.

"I'm sorry daddy." She said sweetly. "I really do miss you. I hope you take care of yourself. If you ever need anything, or just someone to talk to, you have my number."

"Of course sweety. You take care"

"I love you."

"I love you too, Jade." He leaned in to give his daughter a hug goodbye, and she walked out of the front door. He pulled the curtain to watch Jades car go down the street. When he could no longer see the headlights, he turned towards his bedroom. He walked to his closet. In the closet, was the pictures of his wife and Jordan. All of them. He didn't get rid of them, he hid them. But the photographs weren't the only things in the closet. Hanging from the ceiling was a noose. And pinned to the noose was a folded up piece of paper. He was prepared. He's been prepared since the death of his son. He wanted to die. He wrote his suicide note after Jordans funeral. All he needed was the right time.

He closed his eyes, and felt a tear clinging to the corner of his eye. He thought of how miserable he was, how badly he wanted to die. But he also thought about his daughter, Jade, who would blame herself. Who has lost nearly everything in her life, and has just barely enough to live for. He was her last hope. Dylan and Mike weren't enough to keep her here if he took his life also. With all these thoughts running through his mind, he took two handfuls of hair and clenched his fists. He began pulling at his hair, and slid down to the floor. His back against the wall, he rocked back and forth, crying and screaming, "JORDAN".

When he found the strength, he got to his feet, turned back to the closet, and closed the door. He cried, and turned away his thoughts.