Jeff knocked on Jordyn's door. "Jordyn?" he called softly as he opened the
door. Jordyn was asleep on the bed. Jeff smiled and sat down on the edge of
the bed. "She looks so beautiful." Jeff kissed her head, then covered her
up. "I guess we can talk tomorrow." Jeff stood up and looked around the
room. Lying on the floor in the corner he saw a shirt covered in blood.
Jeff walked over and picked it up. "What the…" He looked at Jordyn then
back at the shirt. "This is non of my business." He said as he dropped the
shirt back to the floor. Jeff walked over to the dresser and found three
razor blades. He turned around and looked at Jordyn. "She's got a secret
life that no one knows about."
Jeff sat down in a chair across from Matt. "You ok?" "What? Yeah, I'm fine." "You sure?" Amy asked. "I don't know." "Is it still about Jordyn and Adam?" "No. I found something… Never mind." "What?" Matt asked. "Nothing." Amy walked over to Jeff and rubbed his arm. "If there is something that you need to talk about, were always here for you." "I know. I just don't know if…" "If what?" Matt asked as he leaned forward. "If Jordyn is ok." "Jeff, just because she likes Adam more than you, doesn't mean she has problems. Jeff looked up at Matt. "I know." "Then why are you wondering if she is ok?" "I don't know." Jeff stood up and walked towards the door. "Well, I'm going home. I'll be over tomorrow." "Ok." Matt and Amy replied. Jeff walked out the door then back in. "I have to do something."
Jeff walked up the stairs and into Jordyn's room. "I have to know what's going on with her." Jeff said to him self as he got out a pen and paper. Then he wrote, "Jordyn, I came up here to talk to you last night, but you were a sleep. I found something in your room, and I want to talk to you about it. Call me as soon as you read this. I really need to talk to you." He signed it then set it next to her on her table.
"Ok, Bye." Jeff said as he came down the stairs. "What did you do?" Matt asked. "I wrote Jordyn a letter telling her that I need to talk to her." "Oh, ok." "Bye." Jeff said as he closed the front door. He stood on the porch for a few seconds before getting into his car.
"She can't be. Can she?" He asked himself. "Why would she be doing it? Maybe she didn't. Maybe the blades were sitting on her dresser for some other reason. And the shirt… She did say that she cut her foot the other day. Maybe it's from that."
Jeff walked in his front door. "I need to talk to her." He picked up the phone and began to dial. "I'll just wait until morning." He said as he got to the last number. He put the phone down and went to his room. "If she wants to talk, she'll call. I wrote her that letter. I just hope she doesn't try to ignore me now."
Jeff sat down in a chair across from Matt. "You ok?" "What? Yeah, I'm fine." "You sure?" Amy asked. "I don't know." "Is it still about Jordyn and Adam?" "No. I found something… Never mind." "What?" Matt asked. "Nothing." Amy walked over to Jeff and rubbed his arm. "If there is something that you need to talk about, were always here for you." "I know. I just don't know if…" "If what?" Matt asked as he leaned forward. "If Jordyn is ok." "Jeff, just because she likes Adam more than you, doesn't mean she has problems. Jeff looked up at Matt. "I know." "Then why are you wondering if she is ok?" "I don't know." Jeff stood up and walked towards the door. "Well, I'm going home. I'll be over tomorrow." "Ok." Matt and Amy replied. Jeff walked out the door then back in. "I have to do something."
Jeff walked up the stairs and into Jordyn's room. "I have to know what's going on with her." Jeff said to him self as he got out a pen and paper. Then he wrote, "Jordyn, I came up here to talk to you last night, but you were a sleep. I found something in your room, and I want to talk to you about it. Call me as soon as you read this. I really need to talk to you." He signed it then set it next to her on her table.
"Ok, Bye." Jeff said as he came down the stairs. "What did you do?" Matt asked. "I wrote Jordyn a letter telling her that I need to talk to her." "Oh, ok." "Bye." Jeff said as he closed the front door. He stood on the porch for a few seconds before getting into his car.
"She can't be. Can she?" He asked himself. "Why would she be doing it? Maybe she didn't. Maybe the blades were sitting on her dresser for some other reason. And the shirt… She did say that she cut her foot the other day. Maybe it's from that."
Jeff walked in his front door. "I need to talk to her." He picked up the phone and began to dial. "I'll just wait until morning." He said as he got to the last number. He put the phone down and went to his room. "If she wants to talk, she'll call. I wrote her that letter. I just hope she doesn't try to ignore me now."