Runaway

Jenna’s pov
I woke up on the couch in Jimmy’s house, my nose burned and I felt like I got beat with a hammer.

“How ya feeling?” Jimmy asked or more like yelled.

I groaned and covered my ears with my hands.

He kissed my forehead and walked out of the room.

“You okay?” A voice asked.

I looked over to see Matt, “Why do you care?” I glared over at him.

“Look, Jimbo really loves you.” Matt sat down in front of me.

“Who?” I asked.

“Jimmy, anyways he really, I mean really loves you.” He explained.

I looked down at my feet not sure of what to say to that.

“Look, we got off on the wrong foot, and if your willing to commit to stop stealing, drinking, smoking, and whatever else we can help you.” He continued.
“But if your going to come in here and give false hope then get the fuck out of here.” He spoke without emotion then walked out of the room.

I rubbed at my eyes smearing my make up.

I understood what he was saying though, so I got up and walked into the kitchen where all the guys were.

They all looked up at me, well except for Jimmy.

“Hey, I just wanted to say that I’m sorry, and I’m going to give it up.” I sighed.

“Give up what?” Zacky asked.

I sighed and walked up the stairs gathering all of the drugs I had and went back down stairs and threw them on the counter.

“Is this all?” Matt asked seriously.

I nodded.

He took them and went to go dispose of the evidence.

Johnny and Zacky went to go get more beer, and Brian went up stairs.

Jimmy and I were the only ones in the kitchen.

He still wasn’t looking at me.

I sat down on one of the stools at the counter.

I laid my head down on the counter and stayed like that for a few minutes thinking about getting high.

Jimmy put his arms around my waist and whispered in my ear, “I’m proud of you.”

Then he walked out of the kitchen leaving me alone.