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| January 04, 2008 | Your Guardian Angel |
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"Morning." That was the first thing I said to Jacob whenever I called him. Most days, I'd ask him if I could go to his house. He always understood. My father often became drunk... and violent. Jake always said yes. I'd pack my stuff and climb out the window to wait for his black car.
Jacob had black hair and green eyes, with a firm build and average height.
I had black hair and blue eyes and was average height. I was in a band. Jacob often came to practice with me. One or two times, he couldn't, but he'd pick me up afterwards.
One day, a song was playing in his car when he picked me up. "Your Guardian Angel" by the Red Jumpsuit Apparatus. It became our song. From then on, every time he picked me up, he'd put in a mixed CD and turn it to track 7- Your Guardian Angel. One day, though, he couldn't come get me. He claimed his car had broken down. I skateboarded to his house with a bag and my iPod, set on "Your Guardian Angel" until I got there. I opened the door... and nearly threw up at what I saw.
Jake was on his bed with a girl. He popped up, trying to hide his naked body with a blanket.
"JACOB RYAN SMITH! How could you? I thought you loved me." I started to cry.
"Jen! This isn't what it looks like. I promise. I do love you."
"Oh? It's not what it looks like? It looks to me like you're cheating on me." I slapped him and ran out the door, vowing never to return. An hour later, he knocked on the window of my room.
"Jen. Please, let me in. Jen!"
I let him in. "What, you asshole?"
"I'm sorry. I'll never do it again."
"Jake, that's not good enough. You were the only safe harbor in my life, the only one who loved me. Now I can't trust you. If you didn't love me anymore, you should have told me the truth. I hate you!" I vented.
"I understand. I just came to apologize. If you hate me, I'll leave." He handed me the CD through the window. "Here. I can't keep it or I'll try to come back. Destroy it if you want. Burn all your pictures of me. Give away the engagement ring. Sell it maybe. Goodbye."
"JAKE! WAIT!" I yelled, seeing that he was truly repentant.
"Hmmm?" he turned around.
"Let's run away. We have to get away from here. My dad hit me last night." I showed him my bruised arm.
"Jenni... start packing." He climed back in the window.
I grabbed a big black backpack. I threw in my CD's, some clothes, all my money, a few bits of makeup, and some jewelry. Then, I got my toothbrush.
"Let's go." I said.
We went to his house and got his stuff. Then, we put everything in the car and got in.
Jake became very tired while driving and accidentally merged. I awoke to the sound of a semi coming down the street.
"JJJJJAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAKKKKKKEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!" I screeched.
Hours later, I was in the hospital with a concussion and a broken arm. When I finally regained consciousness, I asked how Jake was. The look on the doctor's face said it all.
"I'm sorry. He's gone."
"No." I tried to pull myself up, but the doctor put me back on the bed. I made the decision to climb out and get to Jake that night.
Then, I realized there was a small problem: I didn't know where he was. Dammit! |
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