This Love
Chapter 3
November
It's been one month. One month of pure happiness. I've been with Jake for one month now, and it's been amazing.
We would meet up everyday on the reservation. It costed a lot taking the bus all the time, but it's totally worth it.
We would also talk on Facebook everyday. Sometimes two or three times a day. Whenever we talked, he didn't have to try to put a smile on my face. And Renee liked that. She was happy I found someone that I could hang out with and see myself having a future with.
But the down side to all this is about a week ago, she came home from a doctors appointment crying. She sobbed until she couldn't produce anymore tears and finally told me the news. The doctors found three brain tumors.
When she told me this, I couldn't think. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't function. Period.
We both sat there, just looking at each other and cried together.
She already had breast cancer and liver cancer! We both must have done something in a past life to deserve something like this. I'm only 15 and she's 50! I cannot lose my mother. Not yet.
But she told me she would fight. We both talked about ways to get though this and after an hour, we started to change the subject and started talking about something completely random.
I'm supposed to meet up with Jake today. I can't wait!
It's a Saturday morning. It's kinda sunny outside, which isn't normal for Forks around this time of year. But I'll take it! And in just a few hours, I'll be with him again.
I love, love. I love the feeling of love. I have to admit, just knowing that whatever I do, or say, could affect how this relationship turns out, is nerve racking. But whenever I'm with him, I feel safe and loved.
I start to get ready. I apply make-up and do my hair. Then run into my room, strait to my closet. I pick out some dark blue skinny jeans and a 3-quarter royal blue top. I slip on my black converse and put on my black jacket.
"Bye Mom! Love you!" I say as I open the front door. I walk outside and while closing the door, I hear a "Bye Sweetheart, Love you too! Be back home around 8 o'clock!" I whisper an "Okay" even though I know she can't hear me.
She knows I'm not like those type of girls. The type of girls that like to abuse their parents limits and such.
I practically run to the bus stop. Partly because I don't want to miss the bus, but mostly because I want to see Jake again.
I ended up waiting five minutes for the bus. In the cold sunlight. I always thought sunlight was nice and warm. I guess not. Oh well.
Finally the bus pulled up and brought me out of my thought about the weather. I got in and payed the bus driver the rest of my money I got this month. I guess I have to ask mom for some more money...
I quickly took a seat and waited for about ten minutes. He always picked me up at the bus stop then walked over to Quils' or Sams' house. It was always a blast hanging out with them.
The bus made it's last turn, for me anyways, and stopped at the bus stop. I walked to the doors and they opened. I stepped out and looked around.
He wasn't here.
The bus closed the doors and left me standing there. Alone.
I looked around. He wasn't anywhere.
Maybe he's running late or something.
I waited ten minutes. Nothing. Ten more. Still a no-show.
Did he just stood me up? Or am I daydreaming? If I am, I would really like to wake up now!
I'll just wait another five minutes. If he doesn't show, I'll be pissed.
We haven't seen each other in four days. That's the longest we've been apart. Ever.
I know I might sound like a crazy, jealous bitch. But this isn't like him.
I looked at my phone. 11:39. Half an hour late. You would think I would be completely pissed off and ready to bust his balls in. But I just feel sad and disappointed.
I debate if I should wait for the next bus, but then I remember I spent the last of my allowance to get here. I guess I'll just have to walk for an hour. Great.
One hour, 5,218 steps and two sore feet later. (Yea, that's right. I counted.) I finally got home. Pretty much with big, red eyes from crying. I didn't even say 'Hi'. I just walked in, dropped my keys into the bowl of keys, took off my jacket and kicked off my shoes withing seconds and run up the stairs. Thankfully my mom was sleeping. She has had a rough week after all...
I run to my room and shut the door and fall onto my bed, crying.
He actually stood me up. Jake didn't even show. After fifteen minutes of balling my eyes out, I grabbed my computer and logged onto Facebook. I noticed I had two messages and four notifications.
I checked the messages first, one from Angela and one from him. I clicked on his message.
Jake Black: Hey Babe, See you later on today at 11 at the bus stop ;) 9:42PM
Sent from mobile
Wow. He doesn't have a phone, so he must have been at a friends house and used theirs. And it's sent at 9:42 this morning. Maybe he just forgot? Oh who am I kidding? He doesn't forget that type of stuff...
I'm just going to do what Ang always does. Not talk to him for a few days, so he knows he royally screwed up.
I didn't even bother to check what other notifications I had and shut down the computer with a little bit more force then necessary. I got off the bed and closed the curtains that cover my window and made it a little darker in here. I made my way to my bed and got under the covers and just laid there. Eventually I fell asleep.
I guess love is a ruthless game, unless you play it good and right.