There's a Thin Line Between Love and Hate

There's a Thin Line Between Love and Hate (Extra #2)

"Jesse Isaac Jacobsen!" I heard a voice shout from down the hallway.

Camilla smirked before sticking out her tongue at me. "Told you."

Oh, great. Was she seriously pissed at me for not cleaning my room right when she wanted me to? If not, what did I do now? There really was no end to the answer of that question...

"Yeah, Ma?" I asked as I walked out of my room, trying to act as innocent as I possibly could have. Finally, Camilla went back into her room and shut the door behind her.

"Didn't I ask you to get milk last night?" she asked me, her eyebrows furrowing as her hands rested on her hips. "I can't make scrambled eggs now because there isn't any milk!"

I glanced at the clock that was sitting on top of our small TV. "It's seven o'clock at night," I informed her, as if she somehow didn't know. "Why are you making eggs at seven o'clock at night?"

"I meant tomorrow morning, Jesse," she sighed impatiently, rubbing her forehead as she closed her eyes. "Could you please just go out and get milk for me?"

"Yeah, fine, Ma," I nodded, backing away toward the front door after taking a five dollar bill from her. Why didn't she just get Camilla to go get it? She was sixteen and could actually drive... I was going to have to walk since I was only fourteen. "I'll go get the milk for breakfast tomorrow..."

"You also have to clean your room!" I heard my mother shout right before I shut the front door behind me and quickly made my way down the old stairs that went up to the floor my apartment was on. It was almost completely dark outside, and I knew it was going to turn dark before I could even get to the store.

I shoved my hands in my pockets, making sure to stay on the sidewalk so I wouldn't get run over by a cop. I hadn't ever really liked being outside when it was night, for reasons I really don't want to talk about, so I couldn't help but feel uneasy as I continued on.

The street lights were dim and it annoyed me greatly, but I continued my way down the dark street to get my mother's stupid milk. Was it really necessary that I go and get milk right then? Why couldn't I have just gotten it in the morning? I would have been fine with waking up earlier than I had to...

Sometimes I hated being the man of the house.

Actually, I always hated being the man of the house.

When I saw a group of a guys walking toward me, I got a little apprehensive. I know I sounded like a girl, but I couldn't help but think how those guys looked really familiar to me...

As I walked passed them, the one thing I was afraid of happened. The guy in the front of the group stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes widening at me before his face turned into a scowl.

"Eh, look," he said to the other four guys he was with. "It's that punk who stole my wallet the other day!"

I froze, but continued to act like the cool punk that they believed that I was. So that was where I had seen them before...

I had stolen that guy's wallet the day before for Hunter, the leader of the gang I was in. I knew that it would get me even more on his good side if I got something from another gang, especially money. I knew he would be pissed if he found out how Erica liked me, so being on his good side was definitely something I wanted to do before something like that could happen... 

"Where's my money, punk?" the leader asked, suddenly pushing me against the wall before I could even think about what was happening. I had only been in Hunter's gang for a few months, and I hadn't learned what to do when a group gangs up on you when you're by yourself...