‹ Prequel: Almost Gone
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Halfway There
Chapter Fourteen
Gosh, I feel like such an idiot for attempting suicide the other day. I mean, seriously! If I’ve learned anything from my family it’s that I can’t just run away from my problems!! You just have to suck it up, and deal with them.
I thought about all of this as Carl continued yelling at me about how I was such an idiotic moron for trying to drown. “SHUT UP, CARL!!!!!! GOSH!!!!!!!” I yell, irritated. “Damn it!!!! I’m sorry for worrying you!! But you don’t know half the stuff I went through!!!”
“HOW AM I IF YOU DON’T TELL ANYONE?!!!!!”
“DID YOU EVER CONSIDER THE FACT THAT I CAN’T, CARL?!!!” I yell, glowering at him. “My family has problems. And I don’t wanna drag you or anyone else into them.”
“Emma, I can possibly go to jail any second. I think knowing whatever the hell it is won’t hurt me.”
“Look, I’m tired. I’m going to bed. I’ll see you in the morning.”
He didn’t say anything, as I stomped out of the room, heading toward my bedroom across the hall, plopping down on my bed and soon falling asleep.
* * *
When I woke up, I made myself some breakfast. I didn’t care that I woke up before the sun. Morning was always my happiest time of the day, anyway.
“Mmm, hey, Emmy,” Carl says tiredly. “Whatcha cooking?”
“Eggs. Want some?”
“Yeah, sure … whatcha doin’ up so early?”
“I like waking up early. Gives me time to watch the sunrise,” I say, shrugging, hopping up on the counter. “Soo, I was thinking …”
“I don’t like it already.”
“Oh, will you shut up,” I say, laughing, shoving his shoulder playfully. “Well … I think I’m ready.”
“Ready for what?”
“To get pregnant,” I say sarcastically. “What do you think? To tell you about my mom.”
“Really?” he asks excitedly. “C’mon, Em, don’t be playin’.”
“I’m serious, Carl,” I sigh. “Just … don’t tell anyone. I’ll tell them when I’m ready, okay?”
“Alright, lets hear it!”
“’Kay … well, it happened when I was three. I still remember my mom very well. She loved to sing.”
“Sounds familiar.”
“Don’t interupt!” I say, rolling my eyes. “Mom and dad were in love. I think. Well … umm …”
“C’mon, Kali,” Carl says, using his special nickname for me. It’s really just a shorter form of my middle name. “Just tell me.”
“Mom and Drew were addicted to drugs. Long story short: Mom got shot in a hit-and-run gang-bang on the streets,” I say, tears still escaping my eyes. “I never saw Drew again, either. He ran away.”
“Who’s Drew?”
“My older brother. Andrew Emmett Meade,” I say automatically. “I think he’s twenty by now, though.”
“Are there any other mysterious family I should hear about?”
“Well … there’s James, Jacob, Andy, Molly, Leah, Oscar, and Ross,” I say, shrugging. “Brothers and sisters. We all got seperated once dad died.”
“Okay,” Carl says, kissing me. “Thank you for telling me.”
“Just promise you won’t go searching for them.”
“I promise.”
“Thanks,” I say, kissing him.
I thought about all of this as Carl continued yelling at me about how I was such an idiotic moron for trying to drown. “SHUT UP, CARL!!!!!! GOSH!!!!!!!” I yell, irritated. “Damn it!!!! I’m sorry for worrying you!! But you don’t know half the stuff I went through!!!”
“HOW AM I IF YOU DON’T TELL ANYONE?!!!!!”
“DID YOU EVER CONSIDER THE FACT THAT I CAN’T, CARL?!!!” I yell, glowering at him. “My family has problems. And I don’t wanna drag you or anyone else into them.”
“Emma, I can possibly go to jail any second. I think knowing whatever the hell it is won’t hurt me.”
“Look, I’m tired. I’m going to bed. I’ll see you in the morning.”
He didn’t say anything, as I stomped out of the room, heading toward my bedroom across the hall, plopping down on my bed and soon falling asleep.
* * *
When I woke up, I made myself some breakfast. I didn’t care that I woke up before the sun. Morning was always my happiest time of the day, anyway.
“Mmm, hey, Emmy,” Carl says tiredly. “Whatcha cooking?”
“Eggs. Want some?”
“Yeah, sure … whatcha doin’ up so early?”
“I like waking up early. Gives me time to watch the sunrise,” I say, shrugging, hopping up on the counter. “Soo, I was thinking …”
“I don’t like it already.”
“Oh, will you shut up,” I say, laughing, shoving his shoulder playfully. “Well … I think I’m ready.”
“Ready for what?”
“To get pregnant,” I say sarcastically. “What do you think? To tell you about my mom.”
“Really?” he asks excitedly. “C’mon, Em, don’t be playin’.”
“I’m serious, Carl,” I sigh. “Just … don’t tell anyone. I’ll tell them when I’m ready, okay?”
“Alright, lets hear it!”
“’Kay … well, it happened when I was three. I still remember my mom very well. She loved to sing.”
“Sounds familiar.”
“Don’t interupt!” I say, rolling my eyes. “Mom and dad were in love. I think. Well … umm …”
“C’mon, Kali,” Carl says, using his special nickname for me. It’s really just a shorter form of my middle name. “Just tell me.”
“Mom and Drew were addicted to drugs. Long story short: Mom got shot in a hit-and-run gang-bang on the streets,” I say, tears still escaping my eyes. “I never saw Drew again, either. He ran away.”
“Who’s Drew?”
“My older brother. Andrew Emmett Meade,” I say automatically. “I think he’s twenty by now, though.”
“Are there any other mysterious family I should hear about?”
“Well … there’s James, Jacob, Andy, Molly, Leah, Oscar, and Ross,” I say, shrugging. “Brothers and sisters. We all got seperated once dad died.”
“Okay,” Carl says, kissing me. “Thank you for telling me.”
“Just promise you won’t go searching for them.”
“I promise.”
“Thanks,” I say, kissing him.
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