A few minutes later I heard Mrs. Wheaton get home. The plan was to not let anybody know I was in the house. I was not allowed to sleep over and Mrs. Wheaton would definitely tell my dad.Jace went out to talk to her for a few minutes, and told her he wasn't feeling well and was going to go to bed early. He came in his room and locked the door. We settled into a movie and for a while I forgot about everything. Just shut it all out of my mind and chose to be blissfully ignorant. How did I even get to this point? A nice, quiet shy girl. Now sitting here waiting to kill somebody. We fell asleep halfway through the movie and slept undisturbed until about 7 am. I heard someone talking out in the hall, but I

Over the next few months I went through every possible emotion. I was so angry at Jace. My initial reaction of course was to blame him. This should have never happened, there's so many other ways we could have gone about it. When the commotion happened that morning between his parents we should have just ran. I could kill myself forever on the what ifs, and I pretty much was. I went to his grave often, and most of the time I just yelled at him. I told him about all the things we could have done, seen and experienced together. Sometimes I would take a blanket and just lay there for hours, talking to him. Sometimes I would yell at the sky, sometimes I just cried myself to sleep.Jace's plan went right in some fashion at least ... his mom got $250,000 in l

One Saturday morning, I was sound asleep and snuggled warm in my bed. I was awakened to someone jumping on my bed. I opened my eyes ready to slap whoever was there, when I realized it was dad. “Wake up sleepy-head! We're going out today. You're finally going to learn how to drive.” I looked at the clock and immediately grumbled, “I could also learn how to drive at 2 in the afternoon, you do realize?” “Quit your bitchin' and get in the shower! I'm finishing breakfast now. Come on it's been a long time since the two of us spent the day together, it'll be fun!” Yeah, great. I forced myself up and got ready. Dad h

Dad and I decided there was no way he would be driving me across the country to California. So if I was flying, I would have to be travelling light and just get a lot of things once I got there. Dad flew out with me, but only had a carry-on for himself, leaving me to be able to put two suitcases under his ticket. I tried like hell to pare down, but I still had so much I wanted to bring. I had hoped to share my excitement for leaving with mom, but she was MIA, yet again. Erik was now stationed in southern Georgia and rather busy so our main communication was by email. He was so happy I was getting out of white suburbia and forging my own path in life. Constantly hearing him tell me how proud he was, just gave me the confidence I needed and wasn’t getting from mom. We landed in San Francisco and it was nothing like I had ever seen. The people se

With as much as I had to drink you would think I would have passed right out. But I took a shower and found myself lying in bed, staring out the window. It was taking every ounce of restraint not to call Fletcher's number and beg him to come back. I don't know what it was about him, but he just seemed so familiar and if I'm being honest, I just wanted to smell him again. Should have kept his damn hoodie, I laughed to myself. I don't know why but I immediately thought how funny it would be to take him home. Tall, dark and handsome, what would dad and Erik think of him? And then I thought, shit ... how would I explain how we met? Yeah ... I won't be bringing him up to the family anytime soon. I woke up at about 8:45, but felt like I hadn't even slept. My mind was racing and all I could think about wa