Last Chapter: I sat down next to her on the bed and wrapped my arms around her waist. I could show her I cared, even if I wouldn't say it. I had to start tonight, before the next morning blew up in my face.
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I woke up with Jackie in my arms, not even remembering when I fell asleep last night. I hit the bed and instantly fell asleep. Good thing it was the weekend, because I couldn't bring myself to get out of bed that morning and it was already 7:30. My stomach wasn't agreeing with me and I decided against PB&J sandwiches before bed. My nerves were twisting and turning my stomach. I had to ask Jackie about her father before she went back to see him. Looking at her asleep on my chest made me wonder how someone could hurt her. Personally I believe in not abusing the opposite sex and to treat them nicely. But that's me.
It's been eight minutes in counting since I started watching Jackie sleep. She seemed to know I was watching her because slowly she was waking up. "Hey." I said as she looked up at me. "I could get used to this." Jackie responded with a kiss. I kissed her back and began to think of how to form my question. Jackie are you…no. Does your dad…no. I was thinking about something funny…no. I couldn't think of something to start out with that would make this conversation easier. "Jackie I need to talk to you." I stated. She seemed tense. "Is this about what I said last night?" She whispered. I shook my head. "No." She seemed okay now. I hated that I had to do this. I wasn't supposed to be involved in her life. "Jackie, are you…does your father…this is hard." She tilted her heads to look up at me and I kissed her gently.
"Does your father hit you?" I asked swiftly. It didn't sink in quickly because she seemed slightly confused. "What?" Jackie asked a little loud. "Okay, so maybe he doesn't hit you, but does he yell at you? Like calling you rude names?" I had to know. I didn't like doing it this early in the morning, but her father was coming home in four hours. "My father does not abuse me if that's what you're asking." She stated. She was sitting up now and staring intently at me. I sat up too and looked her in the eyes. They looked sad, betrayed, scared and angry. It was time for me to add some Foreman into the mix. I was going to kick myself later for saying this. "I just wanted to know because I don't want to see you hurt." I replied. "Why would you think that?" Jackie questioned with edge. Guess that didn't work.
We went on arguing for a good ten minutes before Jackie broke down. "I want to protect you." I said rather loudly. She froze for a second and locked eyes with me. They didn't seem so angry as before. The tears came in full force as she lunged for my chest. I remember Mrs. Foreman talking about holding her, so I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her closer. I sat cross-legged and Jackie sat in my lap, crying on my shirt. "His name is Wyatt." She whimpered. I could barely hear what she said but I strained my ears and caught some of it. "Who's he?" I asked while rubbing my hands along Jackie's back, soothing her. "He's my father's assistant. I've known him since I was 6." She told me this in a way that made a guy care. It didn't matter if the guy had no heart. They would care about Jackie. It just didn't seem right that someone this beautiful was abused.
"So Wyatt and your father abuse you?" I asked full of interest. I wasn't expecting this. "No. My father would never hurt me, but I hate when he leaves because when he's around, Wyatt won't touch me. But lately he's been gone for so long." Another tear fell from her eyes and I wiped them away without thinking. This is great. Now I'm actually treating her with care. I didn't want this. "Does he…um, does he ever touch you?" I couldn't get the words out. "No Steven. He doesn't touch me there." She informed me. I let out a big sigh and she giggled. Glad I could lighten the mood. "I-If you don't mind. Would you…um, would you come with me to see my dad?" Her voice was shaky as if Jackie's was certain I'd say no. "Sure." I said. She hugged me tighter and tilted her head up to kiss me. You know me. I never object to kiss a pretty girl. I bent my head down and kissed her back.
We couldn't find Jackie's shirt by the time we had to leave, so I leant her one of mine. It was my favorite Led Zeppelin shirt and it was slightly baggy on her small frame. I watched her tie a knot in the back so it wouldn't be as big. I slug an arm over her shoulders and we walked outside the Foreman basement where we met everyone else playing basketball. "Hey Jackie.' Donna said cautiously. "Hey Donna." Jackie said walking over towards her. I walked up to Foreman and Fez who still playing. I stole the ball from Fez and made a basket. "That was uncalled for." He yelled. "Chill man. It's just a game." I stated, "Yeah, and beer does nothing to you." He shouted storming off to the house. I laughed because he couldn't get the glass door open on the first try. Funny guy. Foreman walked up to me and handed me the ball. I shot another basket. "So like, is she okay?" He asked. "Yeah. She's good." I passed the ball to Foreman who made a basket too. Jackie was sitting on the hood of my El Camino talking with Donna. She seemed happy. I told Foreman about taking her to go see her dad. He seemed a little psyched out, but okay with it. "Jackie let's go." I said pulling my keys out of my pocket. She slipped off the hood with Donna and jumped into the passenger seat. I started the car and pulled away. We had half an hour until her father arrived.
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