Damaged

Ending Of the Day

Jessica's POV:

         I woke up an hour later laying in my bed. I looked over to see Charlie focused on something that he was doing. The pools of his deep blue eyes just drew me in. But to short he looked up and smiled. When he smiled it just lit up his angelic face. It made him look so handsome and beautiful at the same time.

       I blushed and averted my eyes. He put down the notebook and sat on the opposite side I was on. He looked deep into my eyes.

      “It’s a little embarrassing to ask, but is it okay if I see you as a little sister? I’ve always wanted a little sister,” he said putting his hand on top of my head. I was a little shocked at the request. I mean I never had a good relationship with my own and wanted a brother. 

        I had an older brother, but for some reason he didn’t like me. I can’t tell you why because I didn’t know the reason myself. This man was asking me to be his little sister. Maybe he just sees me as a little sister. I looked into his eyes for a moment before I nodded my head accepting his proposal.

        His smile returned even brighter, but I just felt something was off with him. I couldn’t put my finger on it. 

       I got up to go to the bathroom. When he stopped me.

        “Where are you going?” He asked me. I pulled my phone out and typed quickly. 

        “Bathroom,” my phone said. He let go and I went to the bathroom. 

        After using the bathroom we went downstairs so I could start dinner. I had to put a lot of thought into it. I had to think about what they haven’t had in a while. So I figured I’d make ranch covered chicken, mashed potatoes and gravy, stuffing, and a salad. 

         I put on more coffee for Daniel who has been in his room all day working. I had left a couple packages of chicken in the walk-in cooler. I turned the oven on at 350 degrees Fahrenheit. I laid out pans lightly spraying them with Pam. I took a big bottle of ranch and Emptied it into a big glass bowl. 

         I took the chicken out and set it onto the counter. I washed my hands in the sink the I opened the packages of chicken and dipped it deeply into the ranch and the set it onto the pan. Finished the oven went off meaning it was up to temperature. 

        I started peeling, rinsing and cutting up the potatoes on a cutting board. I made the stuffing, even if it was boxed stuffing. Then I prepped the salad. I used romaine lettuce, cherry tomatoes, cut up a cucumber, cut up carrots like the cucumbers, added some cracked pepper and feta cheese. 

        I used a big glass bowl for the salad and cover it with plastics wrap and stuck it in the cooler. I hadn’t realized Charlie was watching me the entire time. He had been watching me do all of this. This is how much I pay attention to my surroundings when I’m in the kitchen cooking.

        I checked the potatoes making sure they were ready. They were not so I checked to make sure the chicken was ready. It also still needed more time. I finished the stuffing and put a lid on the pot to keep it warm. Then I got Daniel’s coffee ready. 

         I then noticed Charlie and sent him to deliver Daniel’s coffee and to let him know dinner is almost ready. 

          Just then both Johnny and Jeremy came home at the same time. They both came into the kitchen smelling the food. 

          “Wow, it’s been so long since I’ve had a home cooked meal,” Jeremy says smiling. I glanced over at him quickly before I drain the water from the potatoes and proceed to mash them. I added butter and milk. I then to a hand mixer and mixed it together. 

      I heated the gravy in the microwave because I picked up the stuff in the jars. I checked the chicken and it was done. I placed the chicken on a platter I found in the cupboards. 

      I emptied the pots of mashed potatoes and stuffing into serving bowls. I had put the gravy in a gravy boat I had found. It was porcelain so it was microwave safe. The guys were nice and set the table and I set the food on the table.

         I could hear Charlie and Daniel come down the stairs. It was just going to be the five of us because David and the other kids here had left for some type of camping trip I’m told. So it was just us.

       “Come sit next to me, Jessica,” Charlie said patting a seat next to him. Johnny sat on the chair next to the empty seat between him and Johnny. 

        “Why don’t you sit between us?” Johnny asked politely. I became nervous and instead sat between Jeremy and Daniel. They both pouted.

       “Don’t pressure her you two. Let her choose where she wants to sit,” Daniel said tiredly.

        “Thank you Jessica,” Jeremy said before stabbing a piece of chicken breast.

         “Thank you, Jessica,” Daniel smiled a little. He looked exhausted. 

         “Thank you, Jessica,” both Johnny and Charlie said in unison. We all dug in.

          It was a silent dinner. But everybody seemed to enjoy the food. They really have been getting take out. And it’s really funny that they were actually eating the salad. 

          All finished and full I put the leftovers in containers and stuck them on a shelf I deemed specifically for leftovers. I put dishes in the dishwasher and put dishwasher fluid in and started it. I wiped down the counters and stove and swept the floor. 

        Everybody had vacated the dining room. I took duster spray and paper towels and wiped down the table. It shined I did the same to the chairs and then swept the floor. I put the broom and spray away. I then went upstairs to my room. I started running a hot bath using epsom salt. I grabbed a towel and a pair of basketball shorts and a tank top and set them on the back of the toilet.

         When you open the door to the bathroom immediately to your right is the sink and cupboards and the mirror. Straight ahead is the toilet and like three feet ahead was tub. It’s was actually bigger than the bathroom I’ve had.

         I turned off the water and was about to undress and get in when a knock on my door Drew’s my attention. I opened it to find Jeremy standing there. 

         “I’ve come to check your forehead. Can I come in?” He asked. I nodded my head and ushered him to come in. I sat in the computer chair as he removed the gauze. He checked my stitches and looked focused on my it.

        “Well it doesn’t look like there’s any infection. Probably because Daniel did first aid and cleaned it really well. But I am going to put on some antiseptic after you take your bath. I’ll be back in about an hour,” he said looking at his watch. “If you feel any pain or get a headache let me know when I come back and I’ll give you something for it,” He was about to go, but it would be better if I could text him.

        I grabbed his shirt after he had turned away. It took him off guard. He turned around and I pulled out my phone and handed it to him. He looked confused so I typed quickly on my phone.

        “Please put you number in my phone so I can contact you if something happens right away.” My phones monotonous voice spoke. He smiled and then he grabbed my phone quickly doing what I asked and then handing it back. His own phone went off.    

         “Alright well I leave you to your bath. Just let me know if anything happens. And instead of coming back in an hour just message me when you're out of the bath,” he said patting my head. He then left. I got up and went into the bath. 

         It was a nice relaxing bath from all that happened today. It was a nice day though. I managed to get a lot done and I was able to hang out with two people. 

         But just as the good day ended so did my good thoughts. Thinking about what happened filled my mind. The pain returned in my chest. The tears returned and I just couldn’t stop myself. Alone I can finally cry about this. I sniffled because I was crying. Still no sound came out. The pain in my chest just worsened and worsened. 

        It was all my fault. It was all my fault. If I hadn’t met him, if I had turned down those girls and not showing up, would I have still met Him? Would I have dated Him? Would I have fallen in love with Him? Why does this hurt so bad? Why did He to this to me? Why did He f*****g play with me? 

         A lot of these questions plagued my mind. I spiraled into a depression. I can’t be alone alone with my thoughts anymore. I didn’t take a long I showered after draining the bath. I changed and messaged Jeremy, but I didn’t want him to see my pained face.  

         Jeremy was at my door a minute after I messaged him. I let him in and he put the antiseptic on my head and put a fresh new gauze on it. But his attention went to my face and before I knew it I was being embraced gently. 

          “Just let it all out,” he said his left hand holding the back of my head into his chest and his right arm around my waist over my arms. Everything just came out. I wrapped my arms around him clutching his shirt in my fist and just couldn’t stop. The pain was immense. 

       “Don’t hold it in. I know your in a lot of pain, but holding it in will make things worse. You can rely on us. We are all here for you.” He whispered to me. It just made me cling to him.

        I am always crying. Not just because of the pain, but because of the warmth.