TW: Alcoholic topic/drug addicted topic.
It's been a couple weeks since I came home from the hospital. Jake has been on my ass about eating, staying in the same room as me to make sure I ate it all. I felt like a child again. Until my dad died. My dad was the only thing keeping my mother sane. Once he passed from a heart attack, she blamed it on me. She drank a lot until our family started to get along. But one night, during dinner we had a little disagreement. My dad started having bad chest pain which continued to get worse.
October 2015
"So, I was wondering if I could go to the boys concert tonight?" I asked. The boys invited me to come see them play. They played in a bar tonight.
"Where is it?" My father asks, finishing the food in his mouth.
"The bar down the street. It's the one where they allow kids until 7:30 and the boys play at 6-7."
"No." My mother replies like it's her instinct.
"Aw come one mom. I know you like their music, plus, it would be fun for us all to go." I say with a slight smile and she's trying to hold back her smile and nod.
"Yes I like their music, but your dad and I were planning on going out tonight hun."
"Then would I be able to go with their parents?"
My mom and dad then look at each other, thinking the same thoughts, almost as though they were having a conversation inside of each other's minds. I tried not to laugh. But a little giggle came out.
"You find this funny Jenna?" Her voice raised.
"No. You guys look as though you guys are having a silent conversation inside each other's heads. I'm sorry."
"No, you cannot go after that. I'm sorry Jenna." Her voice softened.
"Mom, come one. The boys need support."
"I said n-" She was then cut off by my dad choking and coughing from chest pain. My first instinct is to call 911.
I rush over to the phone and call 911 for an ambulance. Tears come to my eyes, then streaming down my face, soaking the floor, my shirt and face.
Once I hung up, I rushed over to my dad who is on the floor, barely breathing.
"Dad please don't go. Dad. Please. I need you. I love you. please." I whine.
"I love you my baby. I love you both." He said, barely anything was coming out.
I hugged him tightly and once the ambulance came he was gone. i held onto my mom tightly as we cried together.
"I don't want him to go." I sobbed into her shoulder.
"I know, me too."
End of flashback.
And just like that. The next day she was back to being her alcoholic self. She even became a drug addict. It got so bad she started to abuse me. I still forgave her because I loved her. I felt bad for her. I know we both know what she was doing wrong. She feels bad about it but ever since then she's had this hatred for me.
"Jenna." Jake said, making me snap out of my thoughts, then realizing everyone was around me.
"We were saying your name for over 5 minutes. You like left your body or something." Sam said.
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UNEXPECTED • Jake Kiszka
FanfictionA life that was not expected by a girl in her early 20's named Jenna. Her friend Emilie, staying along her side with the good and bad times during the journey that they had both unexpected but love the new life they live with their friends that they...
