Jessica Thompson as That Girl

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XXXI. Fucking Psychotic

Jessica’s POV:

Unfortunate events happen to people all the time, without rhyme or reason.

The most unfortunate event in my life is that I fell down the stairs and hit my head while mom was out grocery shopping for soup ingredients.

Or at least I believe it was.

I knew I should’ve gone back into my bed.

When I told the doctor about the broken glass I heard, he said to me that sometimes, your mind would often play tricks on you when you’re extremely ill.

I sip on the soup while dad, mom, and Brody, and Krista glared at Jax.

Yes.

Freaking Jax Rocco.

While mom was hysterical over the phone with the cops, I blackout, Jax was the one who gave me CPR. There’s a part of me that’s glad that I don’t remember but another part that’s disappointed because I don’t remember.

It’s so difficult to feel so many emotions.

“Jax,” Dad was the first to speak. Jax said: "Hello" to everyone ten minutes ago. I cannot believe we all sat there for ten minutes, in complete silence. I was tempted to throw myself out of the window. My chances of surviving a three-story building shouldn’t be that bad.

Jax took a step closer to him. “Hello, Mr.Thompson. It’s nice to see you again.” He lays out a hand. Despite his grimy appearance with a leather jacket and ripped black jeans, his body language reflects one of a gentleman. With his straight back and firm eyes.

Jax and dad knew each other?

Dad’s gaze dropped toward the hand, and he stood up. His large body dominated over Jax, almost as if standing his ground as the Alpha of the room. He grabbed Jax’s hand, and the vein popped on the back of it. “Thank you for helping Jessica.”

Jax smiled, rather a terribly forced one, “It’s not a problem.”

“Not to be rude.” He’s about to be rude. “May I know how you got inside my house?”

Don’t tell me.

Did Jax sneak into my bedroom?

I caught Brody glaring at me.

I look away.

Dang. Stupid guilt reflex.

If I knew this was going to happen. I would’ve faked sleep a bit longer. My stupid stomach had to growl earlier.

“I happened to pass by your house and heard a woman screaming. The front door was open, so I went inside. I apologize if I behave rudely.”

If we weren’t in such a sticky situation, I would’ve full-on applauded Jax. That was one damn great scenario. Jax looks at me and wink. My heart flutter.

Most likely, he climbed on top of the tree. Knock several times. I didn’t open. My mom screamed, and then he went through the front door.

“Last time I heard, you lived on the other side of town.” Brody should’ve kept quiet. Allow the situation to pass. For goodness sake, the guy saved my life, and he’s put under interrogation.

Jax smiles, “I happened to be visiting a friend.”

“Which friend?”

“Brody!” Mom glared at him. “Is that any way for you two to treat Jessica’s life savior? It doesn’t matter why he was around the neighborhood or how he got inside the house.” She made her way towards Jax. “What matters is, you helped us. How can we ever thank you?”

Jax smiles, this time, the hatefulness was gone. “No need, ma’am. I’m just trying my best to become a helpful member of society.”

I can see it in mom’s eyes. The expectation she has for Jax. She looks at me. I’m afraid of what’s going inside her mind. Mom scoots near me and pinches my arm.

“Ow! Mom, I’m a patient!” I whined.

“What are you doing? Thank your life savior.”

Jax crossed his arms, and his chest puffed up. His arrogance level leaped.

“Thank you for saving me,” I mumbled.

Brody stood up and blocked our view of each other. “I apologize for being rude, and thanks for saving my younger sister. Maybe next time, I can take you out for a meal as a thank you.” It doesn’t sound like Brody is thanking Jax, rather his tone sounds like he’s picking a fight with him. If I didn't know any better then the thank you meal is a fight declaration.

You.

Me.

Behind a restaurant so my mom thinks I'm treating you to a meal.

Yeah, a meal full of fists.

That's the message I got.

“No need for a meal. I’m just glad that Jessica is fine.” Jax tilts his body to look at me. “Are you okay?”

Silently, I nod.

Brody blocked me again.

“Oh, for goodness sake. Allow us to do something for you,” Mom intervenes. She seems to be the only one who can’t read the tense atmosphere. Then again, maybe she can, but she just doesn’t care. Maybe, she’s doing all of this for her twisted enjoyment. I wouldn’t be surprised. Past the bubble appearance, mom is a box full of secrets.

Jax scratches his head, “It’s really okay ma’am.”

“Oh, for goodness sake. Please, at least come over for dinner.”

“Don’t you hear the boy, Monique?” Dad intervened. “He said: No.” My dad is more protective of me then I thought.

Mom pouts, “I just want to do something for the person who saved our daughter.” She looks at Brody, “Your sister.” She looks at Krista, “Your best friend.”

Krista gave me a look - one that says: Why is she trying to guilt-trip me? I didn’t do anything.

“Maybe a small dinner,” Jax said.

Mom claps, “Great!” Mom embraced Jax and whispered something into his ear. It's weird. Generally, mom is the type of woman who quickly gets familiar with others - Brody inherited that from her - but not this fast. I inherited the cold stoned indifferent attitude from my dad.

I’m too tired from the drugs for all of this. I look at the liquid inside the bag. I wonder if I can ask the nurse for a stronger dosage to sleep past the special dinner mom had planned for Jax.

On Sunday morning, the doctor said I’m stable enough to be discharged. After a day of rest, I know my peace will be gone when I go back to school.

“Don’t worry, mom. If I see something happening to Jess, I’ll take her home to rest,” Brody said.

Mom is still worried that I may collapse again. After a night at the hospital and a day of rest, I felt perfectly fine. “I’m fine, mom,” I said.

Honestly, I prefer being at school than at home where mom will interrogate me about Jax. There is no way she doesn’t remember how I mention a guy named Jax. She remembers all my imaginary friends. She's been going easy on me because of my sickness.

Mom grabbed a pair of slippers and placed it in front of me. “How many times do I have to tell you to wear slippers even if you’re wearing socks?” I slipped on the slippers. “This is why you got sick last time.” I’m sure that’s not the reason.

When I was younger, I would often get sick. During the course of a year, I would get sick nearly every two weeks. Many times, I would spend the night at the hospital. But, with passing time, I got less ill. The doctor said it’s because my immune system is fragile compared to regular children. It’ll strengthen as I’m more exposed to the environment.

I stared at mom, who started her lecture. I didn’t stop her or ignored her. I can’t imagine being in her shoes. Being a parent and having to sit with your child overnight at the hospital regularly.

“Got it?” Mom finished her lecture.

I smile and nod, “Got it.”

Mom pouted and held me close to her chest, “You made me so worried. Don’t do that again.”

After breakfast, I slowly walked towards Brody’s car. I didn’t want to enter the interrogation zone. Even with all the stalling, the time had come.

Brody stopped at a red light, “Are you feeling better?” I haven’t heard a single word from him ever since I’ve been hospitalized.

I nod obediently, “Yes.”

“Good.”

Suddenly, Brody swerved the car. My body drops towards the door, and I cling onto it for dear life.

I screamed and screamed until: “Stop screaming.”

I peeked open a lid and realized we’re parked by the forest. I felt my body, and everything was in one piece. “What are you? Crazy?!”

“Yes!” Brody shouted. “I’m fucking psychotic right now! What about you?!”

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