Chapter 13

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The class dispersed in various directions. Bella and Sarah take off together, first asking us if we'd like to go bowing with them, but we decline. Jack's even more off balance than before and im sure that any second now, he'll puke.

We cross the river that has increased at least a good two inches from yesterday. We'll have to climb through various tree branches in order to get to the top of the tree house. The ladder had fallen apart yesterday when we climbed up there.

I look downwards and remember the branch that was once used as part of the latter, that had fallen the other day. It was going so fast... Suddenly I feel sick. My hand loosens from the bark of the tree, taking me off guard. I loose my balance; the world spins a bit faster. My hands let go and I realize that I will become the tumbling branch. I start to fall, that is until a hand clasps around my waist. I don't know how, but Jack in his sickly state catches me. I gasp when he touches me. I look back at him and he smiles slightly. Then he tightens his jaw, and with one final effort, he pull us BOTH up into the tree house. We both collapse on the floor.

"Thank you for saving me, AGAIN."

He lies on his back and sighs, "No problem. Dang, is the room spinning?"

I laugh at him, "No, but you've been kind of out of it all day. Maybe you should just...lay down."

"No problem there."

I rest my hand on his forehead. "You're burning up."

"I know, I've been on a fever all night."

I walked him over to the couch. First i sat down, then, he sat down next to me.

"Do you know why you're under a fever?"

He shrugs, "I got my flu shot last week."

"You might be having an allergic reaction to the shot."

He cursed, "I thought the shot was supposed to protect you from getting sick, not get you sick."

I continued to laugh at him, "Sometimes that's how your body decides to build an immune system. Now you wont get the bad part of the flu."

He rolled his eyes, "Knock on wood."

I lean back into the chair, "I don't know if I can do this."

"Do what?"

"Run away." There is a long silence, "I mean, what if my dad comes back and I'm not here? Jack, my father is the only person who cares about me. When I go home tonight, my mom is bound to be drunk. She hates me, there's no telling what she'll do to me."

Jack sits up, playing with his hands, "It's your decision. If you decide to go, great. If not, well, I won't go either. Your dad isn't the only one who cares about you Emora. I-uh, there's lots of people who care about you. So your mom's not on the list? That's okay."

"Thanks Jack." He nods.

We sit there for a while, maybe even a few hours talking about, well, life. It turns out that Jack wasn't an only child. Supposedly, his mom was expecting when she disappeared. How strange. The sun was starting to set and from the bulkiness of the clouds, it looked like it might rain.

"We should probably head back," Jack proposes. He stands and helps me up.

"What's wrong?" he asks me.

"I really don't want to leave."

He looks at me quizzically, "Why?"

I sigh, "Because we have to cross that stupid river, and I really don't want you to pass out from exhaustion after you've had to catch me while going down our makeshift latter."

He laughs, "It's been fun catching you. You always look so scared."

"Sorry that I don't want broken bones."

"C'mon. It really is getting late, and I want to beat that storm. I promise, if you fall, I'll catch you, again."

I sigh and head for the door, "Okay..."

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We recrossed the stream and passed the apartment center without getting hurt. The best part was, I didn't fall once! Well, maybe towards the end, but I'm not counting that.

Jack walks me up the steps of my porch, "Good luck with your mom." he gives me a reassuring smile.

"Thanks. I'll see you at school tomorrow." I turn to open my door.

"Actually, um, do you want to walk to school with me?"

I bite my lip still facing the door. Then I turn back in Jack's direction and smile, "I'd love to."

He looks like he wants to say more, but doesn't. "8:45 tomorrow then."

"Okay," I whisper to mainly myself.

We stand there a few seconds staring at each other. He steps forward and hugs me, dropping his arms around my waist. I don't expect that. I gasp a little to myself, hoping he doesn't here, and wrap my arm around his neck. I don't really know what to say. When we pull back, I rub my arm.

"I'm experimenting," he says. I laugh to myself and nod, "Okay."

"And my conclusion is, whenever someone makes you feel awkward, you say okay."

My face grows warm, "Goodnight Jack."

He laughs at me, "Goodnight Emora." He crosses the street and opens his door. I wave to him and he waves back before going inside for the night. I open the door and walk inside. When I close it, I slide down the back of the door and sigh.

"What am I doing?" I whisper to myself.

"What are you doing Emora Marie Eland?" I look upwards, teffified when I see my mother with a half empty bottle of wine in her hand.

"Mom-"

"Don't mom me! Do you know what time it is?"

"8:50."

"8:50, 8:50 Emora! Your curfew was three hours and fifty minutes ago. Who the hell do you think you are to be coming in this late!" She drops the bottle of wine on the floor, the glass shattering everywhere.

I cringe, "I'm sorry."

"You're sorry. You're sorry! You're damn right you're sorry. A sorry human being! I don't understand how your father deals with you. I how could I have made such a mistake of a child? Why couldn't I have a normal kid? Why couldn't I have one, normal, kid!"

She raises a shard of glass in her hand and pushes me back onto the couch. My head hits the table; i don't bother to fight her. The sooner she gets what she wants, the sooner she'll leave me alone. My vision grows blurry. I have to blink several times before I can see clearly again. I glance in front of me, she's gone. I'm wrong. She grabs my left arm and runs the blade of glass down my arm three times. Red lines of crimson run down my arm. The tears finally start to form.

My mother laughs under her breath, "Goodnight Emora."

She was drunk.

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