Dear Jemima,
I wanted to apologize for scaring you a couple weeks ago. I was just trying to get you to listen to me! But I guess I'll tell you in this letter. You know how your mom probably told you about how your dad died or left her or something before you were born? Well, that's not true. I've been fighting your mom for years to be able to see you for years and years. Now that you were in college, I thought I might be able to meet you. But I knew you wouldn't just up and listen to some random stranger telling you he was your father. So I thought I should try to get a hold of you another way...
The letter went on and on about how much he's always wanted to see her and how much of a bitch her mom was and yadda yadda yadda. Imagine getting a letter like this totally randomly. Some guy that had attacked you sent you a letter trying to tell you that everything you knew to be true your entire life was a lie.
I can tell you, Jemima didn't buy it. I wouldn't, either. And this tom, he was really sketchy. Even just judging by the letter. I mean, really? I held Jemima close and rubbed her back. She said she found the letter in her mail box, no less. Did this mean she was going to move? She would have to, to be safe...
"He'll just find me again," she whispered.
"Not when we tell campus police about it," I told her softly. "They'll know how to handle this."
"No, they won't." She took a sniff and I handed her a tissue. "My mom told me that my father was a real dirt-bag. Always getting in trouble with the law and such. But that's really all she ever said."
"Jem, it'll be OK. You've got a whole suite of queens right here to protect you. Not to mention the toms in the next one over."
"...They did show up that night, didn't they?"
"I'm sure a couple did, at least."
"Lect...what does he want with me?"
"I dunno." I shrugged and rubbed her arm. I could think of a couple reasons this strange tom would be trying to get a hold of her, but none of them were worth mentioning and stressing her more. Besides, she probably thought of them herself, too. "C'mon, Jem. I'll walk with you to the police station." I really didn't want. I avoided cops at all costs. Being in that office would make me tremble like car engine. But Jemima was more important than that.
We took the letter to the police, and the told her over and over again that they should move her. But she really didn't want to move. She had too many good friends nearby, she didn't want to start over again in a new building. After a while, she finally won that argument and I took her for coffee. She got out of me the details of the night before, and about the day of studying with Quaxo. She giggled with me and told me about her experience at the party before we decided to make our way back to the dorm. She should tell her tomfriend what happened, if not everyone else.
When I walked back into my room (finally), I noticed Etcetera getting ready for another party.
"Hey, Lect," she greeted me with a wide grin.
"Hey." I watched her a bit as I put my things away. She had just gotten drunk off her ass the night before. And the night before that. Sure, she didn't have class until noon tomorrow, but... "Uhm, Cet?"
"Hmm?"
"You're...going to another party?"
"Yup. This frat tom, George, invited me. It's going to be wild." She giggled as she fluffed up her fur.
"Uhm...did you do that Chem paper?"
"Oh, I'll get to it in the morning."
"Really?" Etcetera's eyes narrowed and she looked over at me.
"Is something bugging you, Roommie?" she asked.
"Well... I just...worry."
"About what?"
"You..." Etcetera sighed and grinned at me.
"I'm doing fine," she said, giving me a hug. She giggled. "I'm just having a little fun. Enjoying the college experience!" I couldn't think of anything more to say, so I just shrugged and nodded. She bounced her way out of the dorm. You know, she'd been so stressed over work lately. Her desk was mess of papers and books and pens. Midterms were literally this week and she was off partying night after night. I hate to sound like her mother or something, but I was really worried. Maybe the other queens will agree with me...
