Chapter 3
Jenah awoke hearing the door slam being slam shut, and then hearing a few curse words as someone stumbled around the house. She guessed this was Meagan coming home in one of her drunken stupors. Turning over she looked at the clock, it read 8:00 am.
"Shit!" She exclaimed jumping out of bed, and running down the stairs only to run into her step-mom.
"You little-" Meagan started but was cut off by the phone. Jenah went for it but somehow, even in her extremely intoxicated state, Meagan got to it first.
"Yello?" she slurred down the phone.
"Yes, am I speaking to Jenah?" a man responded.
"Who is ziss?"
"My name's Josh, I worked with Charlie." he told Meagan. By now Jenah had, had enough and snatched the phone from her while she had a spaced look on her face.
"HEY, YOU FUC-"
"Oh shove it," Jenah responded knowing that she would probably pay for it later.
"Hey," she said to the person on the other line.
"Is this Jenah?"
"Yes sir, may I ask who you are?"
"I'm Josh I worked with your father, with the tour managing."
It suddenly clicked; Josh was the Jonas Brothers' uncle and also their tour manager with her dad. That's where he had been for the past one and a half months. Then something that he said donned on her-
"What do you mean worked?" she asked her stomach starting to churn.
"I really don't know if there's a right way to say this, but there was an accident in which the bus went off the road. Only the driver and your dad were inside at the time, because they went to fill it up while the guys were performing. The bus was totaled. Both the driver and your dad were killed instantly upon impact with the tree. I'm so sorry."
"Wh-I-ar-why-I-mean are you sure?" Jenah responded barely above a whisper and tears streaming down her face.
"Yes, I am truly sorry. We'll be sending you and your mother plane tickets via email, so that you can be here for the funeral. The will read that he wished to be buried where he was born, in New Jersey. Is that okay?"
"uh y-y-yes th-th-tha-that's f-fine," she managed between sobs.
"Okay well I'll see you in a few days when you arrive. Once again I'm sorry for your loss."
"Thanks. B-bye," she said hanging up the phone, and when she did she noticed the cuts on her arm. After staring at them she noticed the knife lying on the counter. She went to grab it but was interrupted by her-surprisingly-mostly sober step-mom.
"What was the phone call all about?"
"Um, well I don't know how to say this b-b-but-" she began to cry again.
"Just spit it out you stupid girl!" Meagan replied slapping her across the face.
"Dad h-he di-"
"JUST SAY IT!" Meagan thundered slapping her again.
"HE DIED! In a bus accident!" Jenah screamed at her. Meagan just stared at her before running up the stairs and throwing everything she owned into the suitcase.
"Um Meagan what are you doing?"
"What does it look like I'm doing? I'm leaving."
"Where?" Jenah asked with a confused look on her face.
"Home bitch."
"What?"
"Look your dad was great and all but I just wanted the pay check."
"What the fucking hell?!"
"Yeah now if you don't mind your blocking the door bitch."
Jenah stepped to the side letting her leave. She didn't know what else to do. Then she remembered the friendly object that she had spotted in the kitchen...what harm could it do to add a few more cuts?
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