Last Chapter: "I can't drink beer because it affects me weirdly," she said tucking her hands into her lap. "Come on," I pushed, "just a sip." I handed the beer out for her again and she took it. "Okay, but just a sip." She smiled. One sip because two, which because three, and then so on. Weird wasn't the word!

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I knew I had made a mistake of taking a hooker to a hotel as revenge for my girlfriend cheating on me. First off, Jackie didn't do well with beers. I had to remember to not push someone when they told me about not holding their alcohol well.

Second, I don't think I would have been able to cheat on Lena in the first place. I had come here with the intention of cheating all the way with Lena, but I found that I couldn't.

Half was that I wasn't that type of guy, and the second was that Jackie was too innocent. I found out a lot of new information about her, as she got drunk.

Her heart was being spilled out to me as we sat on the bed next to each other with beer cans in our hands. Every time I learned something new, I felt horrible because I was growing close to her.

The closer I was growing the more I started to like her and the more I started to like her, Lena was growing less important.

"You don't have a mom?" I asked. I was leaned up against the headboard of the bed and Jackie was sitting next to me starring at the plain wall across the room. She sighed and fiddled with the top of her beer can before answering.

"She left when I was 7 and my dad was put in jail when I was 10. I couldn't stay at home alone so I went away to stay with Sandy. She's the one with the long, blonde, frizzy hair that I was talking to before you showed up.

Sandy's 25 and she's somewhat like me. Her parents are dead though. I think she told me it was a car crash.

She tried not to introduce me to everything happening, but I was a curious 10 year old." Jackie chuckled sadly and went quiet. She stopped fiddling with her beer can and took a small sip.

I watched her expression and felt something strange. It couldn't have been guilt because I didn't do anything. I think I was, for the first time, feeling someone else's pain.

Jackie was so much like me that it was scary.

"I don't have parents either," I said, taking a quick glance at her to see her reaction. Jackie didn't look completely sad anymore and instead smirked.

"Good to know," She whispered. Her words slightly slurred together and she fell sideways to lean against my arm.

"I never wanted to be a hooker," she said into my arm. I strained to hear what she was saying because she was so quiet. "After I went to stay with Sandy, I met this boy named Landry. He was nice to me and Sandy knew him, so he couldn't be that bad.

The thing is, I was only 13 when we met and he was 18, so it was strange. But he was so nice to me and he made me happy. I hadn't been happy in a long time." She said muffled.

I was feeling really awkward, so I put an arm around her and slowly started rubbing her arm, to comfort her. It was what my mom would do when I was feeling bad.

Well, when she was still around. Jackie seemed to like it and she pulled some of her face out of my arm.

"Landry and I were together for a long time; until I turned 16 we stayed with each other. I thought I had finally found what I had built up in my mind of happiness. It was great.

Seeing him was a natural high for me and I'd be instantly happy. Sandy said he was good for me and we made a cute couple.

But then one day I woke up, and…and…" She choked up and grasped onto my shirtsleeve, tears slowly breaking free.

I really hoped she wouldn't start major crying because I wasn't really good at comforting people, having not been comforted a lot when I was young. What I did know was that I wanted to find out what happened to her, so I wouldn't be questioning it later.

Because if I was questioning it later then people would wonder and that wouldn't be really good. I remembered once when we were little and Donna started crying.

Foreman had put his arms around her and started hushing her. It was corny, but I would do anything to stop her from crying. So I wrapped my arms around her and hushed her. It worked and her crying started to calm down.

"What happened?" I asked.

She had her right hand grasping my sleeve and her left arm across my chest. Her head was almost smothered in my arm, but she looked cute. Girls always look cute when they're sad.

Although it's horrible when their sad, they still look cute.

"He wasn't there. He had left me. I woke up and he wasn't there." Jackie's voice was distant and so was her stare.

Her voice got real soft when she whispered, "just like my parents." I was getting the in-depth profile into Jackie's messed up life.

The messed up life that was going to make mine troubled and confusing.