Chapter 8

We all gathered in the living room after breakfast to figure out what to do. Andy's brother had stopped by earlier and said Jason was okay, unfortunately, and was hell bent on Andy's destruction. They had left to go eat and said to call if we needed them.

"Well boys, any suggestions as how to handle this?" My dad asked, everyone who was sitting in the room. Andy was still there, because I did n't think it was safe for him to leave this house in the current condition of things. I was thinking about the picnic we had in the country and the paper bags filled with marijuana popped into my head.

"Andy can I talk to you?" I asked. Everyone else was talking amongst themselves and wasn't really paying any attention to us.

"Of course." he said.

"Daddy, were gonna go get some air on the porch."

"Don't leave the porch." He said seriously. I nodded and we walked onto the porch.

"What's up?" he asked wrapping his arm around my waist, careful not to hurt his ribs.

"You remember when we went to country yesterday?" he nodded. "You know how you stopped and picked up those bags?" he nodded, and squirmed uncomfortably. "What was in them?" I asked. I knew what was in them, but I needed to hear it from him.

"Jade..listen.." he began.

"I wanna know the truth." I stated.

"You really wanna know?" he asked.

"Yes. I asked didn't I?"

"Marijuana." he stated. I looked at him in shock. I knew what it was, but my brain wouldn't allow me to comprehend that.

"Andy.." I said upset and shocked at the same time.

" Jade, it's not like I do it or anything. I just delivered it for Jason. It put money in my pocket. "

"How can you do something like that?" I asked upset.

"Don't you like the roses and picnic? Don't you like me spoiling you?" he asked.

"Yes, I love being spoiled, but..."

"And how would I spoil you without money?" he asked.

"Andy, believe me. I love the attention, but you don't have to sell drugs to get money to impress me."

"Anyone who sells drugs ain't datin' my daughter." My dad stated stepping onto the porch and lighting a cigarette.

"Fair enough. I don't think I would be doing it anymore because of what happened with Jason anyway. " he stated. I still didn't believe him for some reason. There were more drug sellers in this town than Jason.

"Don't think aint good enough. My daughter is like a precious stone an I don't want her getting harmed in any way or manner. I'm not taking a chance on a guy like you doing that." my dad stated, twisting his bud in the ash tray and walking back into the house. I looked at Andy.

"Andy..I'm sorry.." I said softly.

"For what? It's your dad that don't like me. I guess he's one of those guys you have to prove yourself too, and that's what I plan on doing." he stated. He got up and walked off the porch.

"Andy!" I yelled.

"Don't worry baby!" He yelled back as he walked off. I wrapped my arms around myself and walked back in the house. Why was my life so complicated.

"He left." I told everyone in the living room.

"Who?" daddy asked.

"Andy. He said he had to prove to you that he was an okay guy and he left." I sat down on the couch and buried my face in my hands.

"It's okay baby." My mom comforted. "He'll be back." she said, assured.

"Okay mommy." I said. "I'm tired and im going to go lay down. " I told them as I went upstairs.

"Poor kid." I heard my uncle mumble.

I tried to sleep and it proved to be VERY unsuccessful. I kept worrying about Andy and where he was or what he was doing. I finally managed to close my eyes, but was awoken by my Dad after a dream about time bombs.

"Supper's ready." he said. How long had I been asleep? Longer than I thought. I went downstairs and ate. I came back upstairs and picked out my clothes for school tomorrow and then went back to bed. I was mentally and physically exhausted.