Sorry to keep you waiting,
And the week went on, after I had tried with turning the heat down, I turned the heat up, I tried to talk about memories, I tried to sing songs, I tried to play drums on things I could find in the kitchen, I tried to read from books, and pouring water over her. After all, I had slept about ten hours the last week. And there were still no reactions from mum.
The next Friday, I sat on the bench where I usually sat when I had free- time at school. With a book on my lap, though I was so tired, I hadn´t even got the energy to read.
"Hey Jame." I looked up a bit, when Emmett came to sit next to me.
"Hi Emmett, you back today?" I asked.
"Yes," he leaned backwards.
"Emmett, how did you get to me so fast when Leon started to beat me up?" I had been waiting all week to ask him that question. "One second, you were on the other side of the hall, and then next second you were right next to me."
"No Jamie, I was right behind you all the time." Emmett said, but I knew that was a lie.
"No you weren´t"
"Yes I was."
"No you weren´t"
"Yes I was."
"Hi Jamie" Alice came to sit down next to Emmett, the rest of the Cullens had come with her, and now stood around us. "What´s that book you´re reading?"
"Book about vampires," I held it up so she could see it. "Mr. Trey´s given us a assignment, we get to write an essay about whatever we want, and I´ve always been quite fascinated by vampires, so…" I didn´t finish the sentence. "I mean they, I know they´re not real or anything…" I looked at my watch. "I gotta go now, I have English." I went to the classroom, and sat down by a computer to search for facts about vampires.
That afternoon, I had decided to tell the Cullens the whole truth about me and my parents, I wanted to talk to Carlisle, that´s why I hadn´t told the others when we were at school. I lifted my hand to knock the door, but I stopped myself from doing that just right before I knocked the door. What was I doing? How was I going to explain what I had tried so hard to keep as a secret? I lowered my hand again, and turned around to go home again.
A few days went by, days got to weeks, and weeks got to almost a month, in the beginning of December, a night when dad had his friends over, everything changed.
"Jamie," I stood by the kitchen bench, doing the dishes, when one of dad´s friends, Mr. Davies, sneaked up behind me, and laid his chin on my shoulder. I knew what he was doing, but I didn´t wanna let him do it, I had done that the last time he tried but not this time.
"Come on" he said when I took a step to the left, took get away from him. "I can see you´re sad about something, I can make it good Jamie, I swear, just you trust me." I could feel his lips against my cheek and neck. What would I do now? In panic, I grabbed the frying pan, and was about to slam it in his face, but I was too slow, and he got a grip of it, and threw it over the kitchen, before it had touched his head.
"Don´t you dare," I said, I tried to make my voice not to shake, I didn´t wanna show him that I was afraid.
"Oh, come on Jamie," he came closer when I tried to step away from him again.
"NO" I shouted "NO, NO, stop it." Then the worst that could happen, happened, he reached for a beer can, that stood on the kitchen table. He opened it, and grabbed my hair, so my head leaned backwards.
"NO, DAD, DAD HELP." I screamed, "DAD, MUM PLEASE." But nothing happened. Then suddenly, dad stood in the door, with two other of his friends, in the door.
"Do what you want Davies," dad said. "This could be interesting." At that moment, when I realized dad and all of his friends would think this was just as fun, as Mr. Davies day, so I stopped struggling. He put the beer can to my lips and turned the bottom up; it tasted so bad I felt sick. But I understood that if I threw up, I would be in even more trouble. Mr. Davies forced me to drink that bottle, until it was all empty, and then he forced me to drink another half one. Then he pulled the zipper on my hoodie down, made me turn around and pulled the hoodie of me from my back. And when the hoodie laid on the floor, somehow, I seemed to wake up. I turned around and kicked him, without looking at where I kicked him. And the kick hit him, right between his legs. I saw my chance, turned around and ran out of the kitchen, before dad or his friends had the time to catch me. I took my inhaler from the bench in the halway, before I ran out in the cold midnight air and towards the garage.
I pulled out my bike that stood right inside the door of the garage, I ran with my hands on the steering part, before jumping up on it when I came up on the road. As seconds passed, I became more and more dizzy, and I felt more and more sick, so how I stayed on the road I don´t know.
The midnight in December- air was cold towards my bear arms. Before I fell, right outside the Cullens´ house, I managed to get on my feet and stumbled a bit before I fell towards the wall, and managed to knock the door.
So, this one isn´t exactly how I use to write. But, I kinda like it, what ya think?