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-Chapter Seven-

It had been exactly one week from when I first came to this new world. Every day was literally the same; eat, talk to Becca, hate Liza, and do the few chores that I was assigned. I only liked Tuesdays and Thursdays because not only could I get out of the house with an excuse but I kind of liked watching Becca dance.

Liza tried too hard. That part was way too obvious. I got a small pleasure from the fact that she could never please me. She only got the brutal truth. The truth being that she and I could never connect even though the truth was that we probably could, if I gave her the time of day that is.

The strange part is though; I never liked it when Becca bossed her around. In fact, I truly hated it. Becca seemed to have no idea; her being a brat was surprising news to her. But the annoying part was the fact that Liza didn’t even care. She obediently did whatever Becca asked and in return Becca did the same to her (if she didn’t mind it, of course).

When I was done with the dishes one day I found myself staring out the window. It was a beautiful day, but that wasn’t what I was looking at. There was a girl at least my age getting the mail for the house next door. She was a blond, but not Becca-blond.

Her hair was pure honey and skin tanned. She looked friendly, but looks can be deceiving—I learned that the hard way. But the thought of someone my age excited me. Becca was smart and all but she always found a way to make me feel inferior and stupid.

I dropped the last plate into the dish washer and ran outside. The girl was about to enter the home and I knew I had to act fast.

“HEY!” I shouted and she spun around and shot me a strange look.

“YEAH?”

I ran up her houses sidewalk and got a better look at the girl. Her eyes were a deep brown and her teeth were braced.

“Hey, I am Jackie, I moved here just last week…” I introduced and she glanced over at the house I came from.

“Oh, right my dad said something about Hal’s other daughter living with them.” Then her eyes flickered back to mine. “The name’s Lex.” She juggled the pile of mail to her other hand and stuck out the empty one. I took the friendly gesture and was glad she was nice.

I was confident enough to talk to people I don’t really know but sometimes there was still those awkward silent moments. “Is your dad and mine friends…?” I asked remembering that she had called my father Hal instead of Mr. Winchester like a lot of people do.

Lex shrugged. “I guess… more like friendly acquaintances… wait, you are sixteen, right?” Her eyes looked me up and down and I remembered that I was freakishly tall.

“Yeah, I am. Are you?”

“Nah, I am fifteen but I can’t wait till I am sixteen, then I can get these stupid things off.” Lex pointed to her braces and I nodded. I never did have to have braces but my best friend back in New York did and she complained about them constantly. “Well, Jackie I have to put away this mail and babysit my little brothers… so bye but we should talk another time.”

I heard the door close as I walked away with a small smile on my face. At least now I would have someone my own age to talk to and not just Becca. As the thought of Becca entered my mind I found myself glancing up at her window only to find her glaring down at me.

“What the hell?” I said aloud after giving her a strange expression and entering the house. Becca met me at the bottom of the stairs, a glare still covering her face. And then with no warning at all she kicked my shin.

If I had no self-control I would’ve kicked her back but since I did I shook my head and gripped her wrist so she couldn’t run up the steps.

“Did you forget to take your meds?” I snorted.

“We both know I don’t take meds.” Becca muttered before ripping her wrist away from my grasp and running up the steps. I was debating on if I should run after her or just find something else to do.

Well, I could always talk to her later; it’s not as if she is going to go anywhere. But what would I do in my spare time? Count sheep? Actually, I could just take a drive… yes, a drive would be nice.

I went up the steps to grab my keys but found that they were not in their spot. I clearly remembered placing them there?! What the—Becca.

Stomping over to her door, I jiggled the lock and afterwards punched it three times rather than knocking. “Give me my keys, cretin, or you can forget about me taking you to ballet anymore.”

“You have to take me so that is not an option!” Becca shouted back and I readied to break down her door. 

“It’s an option now! Fuck what Liza and dad say!”

“Excuse me?” Liza’s voice came from behind me and I looked over my shoulder to see her hands on her hips. “We do not curse in this house!”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, and fuck!” I mocked. “The little gremlin in there stole my car keys, what do you want me to say? Please give me my keys so I can drive away from this hell hole…?”

Liza sighed and gave me hard look before lightly knocking on Becca’s door. “Becca, darling, please give Jackie her keys…”

“No!” Becca whined and I groaned melodramatically.

“Give it or die—”

“Violence never solves anything.” Liza muttered to me before turning back to the door. “She needs her keys sweetie.”

Liza’s cooing went on forever until I finally had enough of it.

“The hell with this,” reaching over to a chair that was placed in the large hallway by a small table, I picked it up and hit it against the door with brute force.

“Jackie?! STOP!” Liza roared but I kept on whacking it until a large hole was formed.

“You don’t give them and I will break the whole entire door.” I warned without a trace of humor. I could see Becca’s surprised expression through the hole. She threw the keys through the opening and I caught them, put down the chair and walked away.

I could hear Liza following after me with loud huffs. “How dare you break—?”

“Oh, shut your mouth.” I snapped and entered the garage. Only two cars were parked in the darkness but it was obvious which one was mine. I hopped in the ostentatious red convertible, opened up the garage door and drove away.

There was an unexplainable longing in my chest and the thought of my mom entered my mind. I wanted to see her so damn bad. Criminal or not she was still my mother. Was I really willing to drive all the way to a penitentiary in New York to see her?

Yes, yes I was. The only problem was I didn’t know which prison she was in and I wasn’t that familiar with how to get to New York. So the obvious answer to how I was going to see her was an “I don’t know.”

I parked in a restaurant parking spot and just sat there. Thoughts buzzed around in my head as I looked down at the gears. Everything was just so confusing. Things were getting better though, in fact I sometimes found myself liking this place better than New York. It was nice and quiet and the bay…

Without even thinking, I put the car in drive and drove over to the body of water. It really was beautiful. There were a few others here but none of them caught my eye until a small family entered the premises.

There was young boy and a girl with their two parents just laughing and pointing at different things. My family could’ve been like that if we tried. My mom didn’t drink back then and even though they fought she loved my father and he loved her. I used to think that it was my fault when they fought and one time I asked my mom if it was my fault why dad had left.

She slapped me across the face. “Don’t you ever think that or ask that, never again.” There had been tears in both of our eyes.

My mom put both of her arms around me and hugged me close. Both of us were still crying the very next morning.

I put my hand on my cheek and I could almost feel the sting of the slap. Even after all those years I never forgot that memory. That was one of the reasons why I began to hate my father. He made my mother cry and I would never forgive him for that.

I closed my eyes and sat down in the sand. My arms hugged my knees and I rocked gently back and forth. No memories entered my mind this time, only thoughts, confusing thoughts.

(Author’s Note: New layout is interesting. It’ll take some getting used to but I could really care less because I can still write.)

(I have a new story idea that will be posted after I am finished with this one. It is not a romance so don’t worry… I actually kind of consider it a mystery. It is still in the brainstorming stage but I will most likely have it up on Testriffic.)

(Becca’s actions will be explained so don’t worry I will not leave you in the dark on that.)