Jaime

Chapter Three

I woke up in the middle of the night and I heard whispering. I nudged Andrew and he woke up right away.

"What's going on?" He said groggily.

"What's that noise?"

We both shut up and started listening, I stopped. Then we heard footsteps run across the room.

"What the hell was that!" I screamed.

Andrew ran and turned the light on, there was nothing there.

I woke up my mom, "something just ran across the room!"

"It's probably a rat," she mumbled.

"How is that any better?" I shrieked.

"Let's go back to sleep," Andrew said and he tugged at my shirt.

I lied back down, "how am I supposed to sleep when there are fucking rats in here."

The next morning our furniture came. Both Jaime and Andrew's rooms were next to me, and my moms room was across the hall.

Andrew came in and wrapped his arms around my waist, and I wrapped my arms around his neck. He kissed me.

"I love you Kara," he said.

"I love you Andrew," I replied.

We sat down on my bed. "Marry me," he said.

I looked at him, I could tell he was serious. I mean we've talked about marriage but I didn't expect it now.

"You're 18 now, we can run off and get married."

"You can't be serious, I just turned 18."

"I love you."

"I know and I love you too but I'm not ready!"

"I'm sorry."

"You don't have to be sorry."

"No I'm sorry that I asked, and don't worry I'll never ask again. I should've never followed you to this shit-hole of a house," he stormed out.

I felt a tear roll down my cheek, so I wiped it and went to go get breakfast.

"Hey buggsie," I said to Jaime.

He didn't say anything back. Did he hear my conversation with Andrew? Was he mad at me?

"Jaime what's wrong?" I touched his shoulder, and he slapped my hand away.

I tried to ignore him and I went into the kitchen and made pancakes. Jaime loved pancakes.

I have him a plate and he just stared at it. Was everyone in the house mad at me?

"Come on you love pancakes."

My dad walked in, "Hey Bugsie!" He shouted as he ran towards Jaime.

Then my father saw me, "Kara," he smiled.

I shook my head and looked at Jaime. My dad tried to hug Jaime, but Jaime took his fork and stabbed him in the face.

"Jaime!" I yelled.

I launched myself onto him and held him back.

My father touched his face and looked at the blood dripping down. My mother and Andrew walked in.

"What is going on in here?" My mom shouted.

My dad turned around and looked at my mom, "what the hell did you do to my son?"

"You better shut your mouth or I'm gonna stab you too!"

"Stop!" I screamed. My cheeks were hot and tears were streaming down my face. I looked down at Jaime, who was staring off into space.

"You three go sit down and talk to each other!" I paused, "I feel like I'm the damn mother in this house!"

They all walked away and I fell down, crying.

Andrew came up to me, "I'm sorry I freaked out earlier."

I shook my head, I couldn't even talk because I knew if I did I would start sobbing.

"Let it out," he said as he took me into his lap.

"It wasn't a rat," I let out.

"What?"

"It was talking."

He looked at me like I was crazy, and I looked down. He thinks I'm crazy.

All of a sudden I heard screaming in the other room.