The car soon drives again, Jackson’s face remaining with the same bored expression. In my head I was coming up with all the different things I was going to tell my dad when I saw him again, I don’t even know where I would begin to explain everything I have endured through these past few months.
But within a few moments, those wondering thoughts came to a abrupt stop when the sound of tires screeching and Jackson yelling a little. He moves the car so crazily that I smack into the sides of the footwell, still very much alarmed and confused on what was happening. After a few short seconds, Jackson makes the car come to an abrupt stop where he looks down at me.
“Are you okay?” He asks throwing off his glasses while reaching his hand down to help me, I take his hand and slowly inch my way out
