Why Am I Going Crazy?, chapter 5
YES! both my heart and my mind screamed at the same time. Then, I started sobbing... Letting all of the sorrow that I had kept bottled up for the past five years, and as the tears fell, my mind steadily began to ease.
Mike's POV
I saw her look down and put her hands to her face and I could hear the sound of muffled sobbing and see the tears leaking between the cracks in her fingers. I felt sorry, almost like I had caused this pain by bringing it up, so I stood up and moved beside her and held her in my arms and she sobbed into my shoulder. After a while, she pulled away and looked into my eyes and started talking.
"Well, I've always hated my father, he was the type that was always drunk and partying and never home...then one day...he didn't come back. My mom told me that he died and she never mentioned it again...no funeral no nothing. And ever since then, she's been very protective of me...if I'm ten minutes late getting home, she gets worried and wants me home at that instant... It's like she's keeping something from me," she told me, all the while looking into my eyes with her big gorgeous brown eyes. Her eyes glistened with sorrow as she told me her story...and I picked up a bit of fear in her voice as she spoke. "I have a feeling that my father is still alive out there and I have a feeling that my mom knows about it...she's always been scared of him."
Jessies POV
I just sat there and poured all of my thoughts out into the open, unable to stop myself or think over what I was telling them...then it slipped out, oh my god! It spilled out and there was no way of taking it back, not way of erasing it. "And, and I love you." NO! Now was one of those times that you wish you had a remote control that controlled time so that you could rewind that moment and make it never happen. Mike looked down in shock and then looked at me in disbelief. I wanted to die then and there.
"You-you love me?" Mike stammered.
I pulled away and looked down, pondering the question. "I- I don't know..." I sighed. "I-" This was getting very uncomfortable and any thoughts of my dad were pushed to the back of my mind, now I just pondered this simple question Do I love Mike? My mind was saying that this was ridiculous and there was no way that I loved him, I had just met him yesterday and my heart was screaming YES!
"Jessie, are you okay?" Mike asked, touching my shoulder.
"I- I just don't want to get hurt...I've got to go!" I sighed, getting up and running out of the café and out into the pouring rain. I turned and started to run home. Though I would never make it to the warmth of my room where I could hide from all of my problems and humiliation under the warmth of my covers. I was walking home, looking only at the ground paying attention to nothing but my humiliation... Then I noticed that I still had Mike's jacket... Oh well, I'll call Billie to come pick it up when I get home. I thought as I clutched Mike's jacket close to me. Just then, some one grabbed me and put a hand over my mouth.
"Don't move," a woman's voice snarled in my ear, and I felt a gun being put to my head. "Or I'll shoot." Tears started flowing down my face, I knew that voice...Oh man if only I hadn't left Mike at the café...
Mike's POV
I saw her storm out of the café and start heading home, with my jacket on. My heart broke... Why did she leave? Does she love me or not? I wondered. I decided to let her take my jacket home and go and get it tomorrow, when she'd cooled off.
The Next day
I took out the piece of paper that Jessie had jotted down her address on in case of an emergency.
"13211 Christi Road," I read aloud. "Well, this is it." I glanced at the small red brick one story house that stood before me. I took a deep breath before advancing towards the front door and knocked. Almost immediately, a woman who seemed a mess answered the door, I could tell that this was Jessie's mom because they had the same beautiful eyes.
"Yes, may I help you?" The woman whispered, almost too soft to hear.
"Uh, hi I'm...looking for Jessie," I said awkwardly... I wasn't good with talking to adults.
"Oh dear, Jessie never came home last night... I have no clue where she is," The woman sighed, and a tear fell. My heart sank, never-came back?
*
Over the next few months, Jessie never turned up any where and we filed a missing person report. Every time I was past a missing person poster with Jessies picture on it, I felt like crying... I never got to tell her that I loved her too. Oh Jessie, where have you gone? I wondered, staring sadly at her smiling picture on one of the posters.
Mike's POV
I saw her look down and put her hands to her face and I could hear the sound of muffled sobbing and see the tears leaking between the cracks in her fingers. I felt sorry, almost like I had caused this pain by bringing it up, so I stood up and moved beside her and held her in my arms and she sobbed into my shoulder. After a while, she pulled away and looked into my eyes and started talking.
"Well, I've always hated my father, he was the type that was always drunk and partying and never home...then one day...he didn't come back. My mom told me that he died and she never mentioned it again...no funeral no nothing. And ever since then, she's been very protective of me...if I'm ten minutes late getting home, she gets worried and wants me home at that instant... It's like she's keeping something from me," she told me, all the while looking into my eyes with her big gorgeous brown eyes. Her eyes glistened with sorrow as she told me her story...and I picked up a bit of fear in her voice as she spoke. "I have a feeling that my father is still alive out there and I have a feeling that my mom knows about it...she's always been scared of him."
Jessies POV
I just sat there and poured all of my thoughts out into the open, unable to stop myself or think over what I was telling them...then it slipped out, oh my god! It spilled out and there was no way of taking it back, not way of erasing it. "And, and I love you." NO! Now was one of those times that you wish you had a remote control that controlled time so that you could rewind that moment and make it never happen. Mike looked down in shock and then looked at me in disbelief. I wanted to die then and there.
"You-you love me?" Mike stammered.
I pulled away and looked down, pondering the question. "I- I don't know..." I sighed. "I-" This was getting very uncomfortable and any thoughts of my dad were pushed to the back of my mind, now I just pondered this simple question Do I love Mike? My mind was saying that this was ridiculous and there was no way that I loved him, I had just met him yesterday and my heart was screaming YES!
"Jessie, are you okay?" Mike asked, touching my shoulder.
"I- I just don't want to get hurt...I've got to go!" I sighed, getting up and running out of the café and out into the pouring rain. I turned and started to run home. Though I would never make it to the warmth of my room where I could hide from all of my problems and humiliation under the warmth of my covers. I was walking home, looking only at the ground paying attention to nothing but my humiliation... Then I noticed that I still had Mike's jacket... Oh well, I'll call Billie to come pick it up when I get home. I thought as I clutched Mike's jacket close to me. Just then, some one grabbed me and put a hand over my mouth.
"Don't move," a woman's voice snarled in my ear, and I felt a gun being put to my head. "Or I'll shoot." Tears started flowing down my face, I knew that voice...Oh man if only I hadn't left Mike at the café...
Mike's POV
I saw her storm out of the café and start heading home, with my jacket on. My heart broke... Why did she leave? Does she love me or not? I wondered. I decided to let her take my jacket home and go and get it tomorrow, when she'd cooled off.
The Next day
I took out the piece of paper that Jessie had jotted down her address on in case of an emergency.
"13211 Christi Road," I read aloud. "Well, this is it." I glanced at the small red brick one story house that stood before me. I took a deep breath before advancing towards the front door and knocked. Almost immediately, a woman who seemed a mess answered the door, I could tell that this was Jessie's mom because they had the same beautiful eyes.
"Yes, may I help you?" The woman whispered, almost too soft to hear.
"Uh, hi I'm...looking for Jessie," I said awkwardly... I wasn't good with talking to adults.
"Oh dear, Jessie never came home last night... I have no clue where she is," The woman sighed, and a tear fell. My heart sank, never-came back?
*
Over the next few months, Jessie never turned up any where and we filed a missing person report. Every time I was past a missing person poster with Jessies picture on it, I felt like crying... I never got to tell her that I loved her too. Oh Jessie, where have you gone? I wondered, staring sadly at her smiling picture on one of the posters.
