Chapter 4
Jack pulled on a band tee and ran after Popuri to her farm. She was already ahead when she caught sight of him. Tears were running down her face, and she knew that his kindness was proably to get into her panties. She slammed her door shut inside her room and grabbed a pillow. Jack knew hat her house was practically a war turf between Rick and him so he backed away and peered to see which room might be Popuri's.
He saw a flash of pink in one room smiled. He grabbed a tiny pebble and threw it at the window. Popuri looked over at her window, and curled up even tighter. Rick came into her room and looked at her with a smirk. "PMS again lil sister?" Rick laughed and knocked on her door frame.
"Fuck off you jack ass. I don't want to talk to you or anything. You are such a bitch!" She screamed throwing a pillow at him. Jack grabbed a bigger pabble and threw it at her window again, not noticing the little bit of orange hair which was Rick.
"What the fuck was that?" Popuri looked over at her window.
"It's just some stupid pigeon picking at the roof again, can you go away you jerk? You never help me anyway!" Popuri cried, throwing a book at his head hitting him square in the face.
"WHAT THE FUCK POP!" Rick screamed throwing the book back at her, missing horribly. He was holding his nose as blood gushed through the space between his fingers. He ran out, holding back the tears, and fell over in the bathroom. Popuri did not care that he was in pain, she was in pain too. She heard another clunk at her window, and now it was starting to annoy her. She stood up and rushed to her window.
Jack was waving as fast as he could, trying to get her to see him. She already knew he was there, she didn't care very much anymore. She opened her window and peeked out.
"Can I please talk to you???!" He called out to her. She rolled her eyes.
"I thought your mouth was full last time I saw you." She angrily replied, making no effort to go downstairs.
"I don't know what I was doing. It all happened so fast! I didn't know you liked me..." Jack said, looking down at his feet. Popuri was suprised, she thought he knew, and knew very well.
" I don't know what to think anymore Jack. I need ot be alone right now, do NOT contact me, I'll contact you. Now GO AWAY!" Popuri slammed her window shut and broke her nail. She sucked in the pain and went to the bathroom where her brother was holding a towel to his nose. She dug around in the medicine cabinent wrapping her thumb up in a bandage. She looked over at Rick, who gave her the meanest look. She laughed a little and tears started coming back to her ruby eyes. She turned away quickly and left to her room.
Jack looked up at the sky, a thuderclap echoed over head and pouring rain pelted down. The cold of the rain pricked Jack's skin like tiny needles. He hated the way he felt, as if it were the day his father died. It was autumn, his mother was sitting in her chair, sewing her heart out. Jack knew something was wrong. Her eyes swelled up and she looked at her last remaining son. She told him that he must take care of himself, never get hurt, and to live the best lifeh e could.
His mother was the strongest person he had ever known. She had been through enough death to make her fell like a grimm reaper. Jack's little sister Kyra died when she was only two months old. She caught a nasty cold, which flammed into a fever. The next week she turned deadly cold, then the week after that she could not move her body, and then she died. The next death was a double. His father and sister both died at the same time. Jennissa went with his father to Tokyo on a business trip. It was raining, and the roads were slick with rain and mud. The 18 wheeler could not stop, and crushed them both tragicly. a mass of blood, metal, and bone.
Jack's mother was the strongest person he had ever known. A mother and father should never loose their young, ever. Jack knew this well, and he was going to make sure that no one or anything was going to take his life.
The storm kept goign on for what seemed like hours, as he trudged along into his house. He needed something to keep him busy. What to do? I KNOW! I'm going to get fucking wasted! That's it! Jack ran over to the Inn in some new clothes and with an umbrella.
"Hey Jack, what can I do you for?" Doug asked, smiling under his moustache.
"I need 4 shots of Tequila, and 4 more shots of Jack."
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