Chapter 8
Wednesday night at storm hit Tree Hill. Rain poured really hard, thunder was loud, and there was lot of lightening. The storm knocked the power out. Jonathan couldn't sleep, so he went to the living room and sat on the couch.
As Jonathan sat on the couch, he thought about Lydia and what Nathan had said to him. He couldn't believe that Nathan had threatened him like that.
"Couldn't sleep?"
Jonathan turned around to see Chase.
"Me neither," Chase said.
Chase sat down on the couch next to Jonathan.
"Are you okay?" Chase asked.
"I don't know," Jonathan replied.
"Nathan is just really protective of his children," Chase said. "But that's no excuse for the way he treated you."
"Hey, I'm sorry I cried," Jonathan said.
"Come here," Chase said.
Jonathan moved closer to Chase and Chase put his arm around him.
"You do not have to be sorry for crying," Chase said. "In this house, we are honest about our feelings and if you ever feel like you have to cry, just go ahead."
"Do you think I'm stupid?" Jonathan asked.
"Of course not," Chase said. "You just have a simple case of you like someone and the parents disapprove of you."
"How do I get rid of it?" Jonathan asked.
"I don't know," Chase said. "I wish I did."
"This storm is kind of spooky," Jonathan said.
"Yeah," Chase said. "I hope there's no ghosts."
"Do you think my parents would be proud of me today?" Jonathan asked.
"I don't think so," Chase said. "I know your parents would be proud of you."
"I miss them Chase," Jonathan said. "I miss them so much. Why did they have to die?"
Chase embraced Jonathan tightly as Jonathan began to cry.