Chapter 26: PMS?

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"Jack, why in the Sam Hill are you listening to your music as loud as you possibly can?"

No answer.

Pearl stood in the doorway of his room.


Jack lay face down on his bed and the music shook the pictures on the wall. "Hello, Jacky boy it's time to wake up. Turn off your music."


Again, no answer.

She grabbed his arm and pushed him onto his back. He did not respond, but his face had lost all it's color and resembled that of a ghost. Pearl inhaled sharply at his frightening appearance and backed away. "Darron! Josh! Somebody!"


Jack's eyelids rolled back and he eased up onto his elbows. "What? What happened? Why are you yelling?"


Darron, Charlie, Bethanie, and Josh tripped over each other in the doorway. "Pearl what's wrong?" Darron asked.


"Yeah, what's wrong Pearl?" Jack tried to sit up, but put a hand to his head and laughed. "Wow."


Four pairs of eyes stared at Pearl, and a pair of ears listened very intently. She suddenly felt as if she was on trial.


She looked at Jack. "You wouldn't wake up, and you looked....oh I don't know."


Jack grinned. "I'm just a hard sleeper, and I guess I need more sun light."


The skin on Pearl's ears turned red and she threw a pillow at him.


"Well... turn off your music."


Darron and the others moved as she pushed through. The four eyes now turned to Jack.


He raised his eyebrows and looked from one face to the next. "What?"


"Are you sure you're okay?" Bethanie asked.


"Sure, I'm fine. Could use some aspirin though." He said.


Bethanie smiled and shook her head. She informed him of where the medicine cabinet was and then followed Pearl.


"PMS," Josh said.


Jack pushed up from the bed.

The room moved and he grabbed the wooden rail of the bed to keep from falling. He reached over and punched the button on his radio then, pulled a shirt over his bare chest.

Darron put a hand on Jack's shoulder as he walked through the door. "You really aren't looking so well," he said. "We could take you to the doctor."


Jack grinned. "Ah, don't worry about it. I am as good as I'll ever be." He tried to get out the door again, but Darron's rock hard grip held him in place.

Their eyes locked and Jack's narrowed. "You wanna let go of me old man?"


"You really didn't learn anything from yesterday did you?" Charlie asked.


"Apparently not." Jack glared at Darron who then dropped his hand.


They watched as he faded down the stairs. His heavy footsteps echoed and a picture tilted to one side.


Charlie commented that he had PMS too. This produced a laugh, but they all knew it went deeper than that.