Chapter Eleven
Uhmmm…it's my gun
When Jack opened the door he found me in the same little corner as when he left me. I was just sitting there, rocking, in fetal position. Rock, rock, rock. Ok, I'm bored! Then Peter came over and he tried to take my gun! Well, actually it was Jack's gun, but it was in my possession, which may be a bad thing. "Hey! You tried to steal my gun!"
"Uhmmm…it is my gun," Jack corrected.
"Go away!" I screamed pushing Jack out the door. It felt kinda bad, because he was trying to be nice and I was just shutting him out. "I hate you!!! WHY WERE YOU KISSING MY LITTLE SISTER?!?"
Oh my gosh!!! I cannot believe it! He slapped me right across the face. I never thought he would do that! It stung, really bad. And my face turned bright red. All I did was fall down crying. "Are you ok now?" he asked kneeling down.
"No! You just slapped me! How could I be ok?" I yelled running out the door into Elizabeth's room. I fell right onto the bed.
"Lana? What's wrong?" She asked. Lilly was with Will and he was…somewhere. When I looked up at her she saw the bright red mark on my face. "Lana who did this to you?"
"Peter!" I said shoving my face into the pillow.
"Why would he do that?" She asked lifting my head up and looking closer at my red mark.
So I explained it all. How I saw them kissing, how Jack left his gun in there, and how I wasn't REALLY going to kill myself. How Jack and Peter stormed in there, how Peter slapped me, and that is about it. "I should have gone home when I had the chance! I shouldn't have stayed here! And now I can never go back!"
"Now don't say that! You have had a lot of fun here and you love Peter."
"Not anymore I don't!"
"Don't say that. You know you still do, you just have a few problems to work out. And they all have one source."
"Jenna," I said getting up to leave.
"Whoa, now. I will handle this part. You handle Peter." She said walking out the door.