Young Battles

Chapter Six

Jasper Point of View

I sighed and threw my last algebra test on my desktop in my bedroom. A ninety-seven. Was it good enough? My goal was Harvard, well my dads goal for me was Harvard. My father pushed a lot of pressure on me. Lawyer, I must be a lawyer. I had to live up to his standards. I didn't want to be a disappointment. I took a deep breath. I sat on my bed and grasp my hair in a tight gripped fisted motion. I pulled and yanked, it would be okay I would get a one hundred on my next quiz.

I pulled my math book out from under my bed. I opened to today's lesson and started reading. It was not long until my numbers and letters started mixing together. Everything moving and swinging together. Everything confusing me and mocking me. I took a deep breath and tried again. A deep sigh and a head shake later I was re-reading my lesson. Again everything moved and mocked me. I threw my book across the room I yelled in frustration.

I reached under my bed for my last minute helper. My three foot bong that ripped mathematical magic. I walked across my room and piked up book, resuming where I left off. I ripped again, and again, breathing in and out my imperfections, letting go everything that I could do wrong.

As I ripped another cloud of smoke I saw my answers clearer and clearer. I solved my problems breath by breath. Hit by hit I was a an algebra genius to my teacher. Math competitions for college credit I came. Math problem by math problem I was winning, on at least this assignment.

Emmett Point of View

I sat at home I had just showered up after football practice my girl of the day cancelled on me. Not like I was worried I had a girl for everyday of the week, this one was't anything to me. I clicked on ESPN and watched the latest game highlights. After the highlights to the team I followed were over I flipped channels over and over until I found a common comical cartoon on a popular sitcom channel that everyone found interesting.

Shortly after I found comfort on the couch with a very boring television show, my cell phone began to ring. I looked at my display window and it was Shayla, the girl that canceled on me. I answered surprised that she had called me again.

"What's up girl?" I answered.

"Nothing, I was just thinking about you." She replied.

"Oh. really? What about?"

"All the ways you could make me feel for awhile." She said in such a sexy way that made me spring up in my pants so suddenly.

"So. I thought we were going to kick this afternoon after school. What the hell happened with you dude.?" I asked her.

"My mom wanted me to babysit my baby brother."

"Isn't he like twelve, and can't watch himself?"

"Right that is what I said. But you know how parents are; Do my bidding or you can't do anything." She was right her dad worked for the court system and was very strict. "Do you want to come over. like you said my brother can watch and entertain himself. We can have a little fun."

"How about a lot of fun?" I asked her. I was trying to get laid, I mean come on I'm a teen-aged male.

"I'm sure we can work that out once you get here." She relied to suggestion.

"I'm on my way, give me about ten minutes." I said as I stood up and headed upstairs to freshen up for my hot piece of ass.

Jasper Point of View

My mom sat the printed results on my last quiz on my lap. I felt the blood rush to my face as I saw the score. A ninety-eight, one question away from perfect. I came to the thought that I would never be perfect, no matter how hard I would try I would never make it. Harvard was a lost dream, I was over shooting my limits. I should think more in my limits, community college maybe? No, I wouldn't even make the cut for that. Why bother? I would never be anything. My mom dismissed me she seemed proud that my scores were so promising. Why? Why? Why was she tormenting me with mediocre appeasements? I didn't amount to anything. I would never be anything like the man she married, I could never measure up to my father. The Lord of my household.

I grabbed my test in my left and and nodded my head to my teacher, my mother. She announced that she was going to the store and asked if I wanted anything, to which I replied with a no. I marched right up the stairs to second floor to my parents house in shame. Nothing but shame.

Shame.

All I would ever amount to. I would never be anyone of importance.

I opened the door to my bedroom, shut and locked it. I sat on the edge of my bed and once again reached under it, grabbing my bong. I packed my bowl head with the last of the loudest pack I had ever gotten my hands onto. I ripped' and ripped hit, over hit, once again.

Once my bowl pack was empty I tapped it out in an ashtray and closet my big bay windows.

Such a beautiful room in a beautiful that I could never have for a family of my own. I sighed and glanced one last glimpse in the mirror. I was gong to the attic.

Emmett Point of View

I lay in Shayla's bed her head rested on my shoulder as I looked around the pale green room. Despite her readiness to have sex with me, she was a freshmen, I was a senior, I was popular I was her way in.

She had some good pussy too, but I wasn't going to stick around for much longer. I slid out from under her in a quick uninterrupted motion. I got dressed, and found a stack of post it notes on her desk. "Text me." Was all I left for her to see.

I pulled my phone out to see if my twin had texted me, my twin and I were very close. Em hadn't gotten touch with me which was weird she would always text me when I wasn't home when she arrived, and like-wise with myself; so we could cover for each other.

Emily had just found out she was pregnant, I had went with her to the planned parenthood clinic in Seattle to get her proof of pregnancy letter and everything else that she had to get.

I drove home quickly, and safely. All the lights were on in the house, even though it was past one in the morning.

I expected Emily sitting in the living room, and not my parents.

"What is going on?" I asked them.

"Emmett, come sit." My mom said as she patted the couch next to her.

"What happened mom?" I asked her directly.

"It's about Emily." She said quietly looking at the hardwood baseboards around the room.

"What about her? What happened? Why aren't you at the hospital with her?" I asked, I was angry, they should be with her.

My mom stood up toward me, "She isn't in the hospital, Emmett. She's in the morgue. She was hit by a drunk driver, the trauma was too server for her to survive." Her voice cracked delicately as she talked about my twin, her daughter's life ending in such a quick and tragic matter.

"How long ago?" I asked her.

"We got the call around eleven forty, right after we got home." Dad was still quiet, he had his brandy and sprite in his hand. Dealing with his own problems in his own way.

My face got so hot, I was so, so pissed. My other half in life the only person that knew how my life ran to the tee, the only person that knew how I thought and how I lived was gone. She was gone.

I was always telling people she was my little sister born seconds after me, but really it was the other way around. She was the older one and she was the stronger and smarter one, and she was gone, forever.

I felt myself tear up and ran to my room to hide myself in my most utmost moments over loneliness ever. The only person I had ever planned on beginning in my life for my whole life was no longer with me, I was alone.

I was lost.

Jasper Point of View

My dad was a smart man, I knew he had to have had protection in the house. I was right, I didn't have to look drawer of his desk in his study was what I was looking for. I checked the ammo and was happy to see that it was already loaded. I grinned as my job just got easier.

I stuck it smoothly in the waistband of my pants, and pulled my shirt over the hilt so in case my mother and the maid happened across me on my way to the attic. I made my way down the third story hallway in-between rooms and suites. The attic door wasn't very far, I could hear my footsteps in my left ear, and my heartbeat in my right. I reached out to the door handle and the metal was cool against my skin.

I inhaled deeply and twisted, the door creaked open. I stepped up the first two steps, and closed the door quietly behind me. I traveled up the rest of the stairs and settled myself on a chest next to an attic window. I pulled my shirt up, took a deep breath, centered the gun to my breast plate and pulled the trigger.

BANG!

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