Don't let go of Us
Chapter 2
I looked over at Gerard from across the room. “You must be her daughter.” he smiles at me. I look at him in shock before Griffin gently nudges me inside. “Yeah. . . I’m her daughter. Jess.” I smile. “Nice to meet you.” He says. I fake a smile before sitting down at the table. I look towards Griffin who’s awkwardly standing by the door. “Well. . . I’m going to go… I have to clean the garage.” Griffin mumbles before awkwardly walking away. “What a douchebag.” I mumble.
“Huh ? “ Gerard asks leaning closer. “Nothing.” I smile a fake smile before he smiles back and looks back to his phone. I look towards my mom who’s acting as if she’s not listening to me while she cooks at the stove. “ Jess , Why don’t you take Gerard out and show him around the town.” She says turning to the two of us. I look at her in shock before Gerard speaks up. “I’d like that. “ He smiles. I glare at my mom before following Gerard who’s waiting for me at the door.
“You remind me a lot of someone.” He says. “Really?” I ask getting hopeful. “Yeah. She was an old friend. I’m not sure what ever happened to her.” He says looking down. “I remember spending the summers with her here. She even pushed me into leaving for fame. I think her name was Jessie. “ Gerard says. “I knew her.” I say quickly. “Really?” Gerard asks. “Yeah…” I say. What am I doing?! “What happened to her?” He asks sticking his hand into his pocket. “She’s dead. . .” I say without thinking.
“She’s what?” Gerard asks as he stops walking. “She died. . . She uh… Killed herself.” I say looking around. “Not my Jessie.” Gerard says. I knew from years of spending time with him that he was about to start crying. “I’m so sorry.” say. He let’s his head fall and I know by the shaking of his shoulders that he’s crying. What the heck did I just do?! I just made my best friend cry by telling him that I’m dead! “I’m sorry. “I mumble looking down. “ I came back and I just thought things could be the same for us. . . I would have called and texted her but I had to change my number mulitple times and I had to get a new phone too so I lost her number.” He says sitting on the ground.
“She wanted you to know that it’s not your fault.” I say rubbing his back. “I could have stopped her. “ Gerard says pulling his knees to his chest. “No you couldn’t have. She just couldn’t live anymore.” I say sitting next to him. His head falls to my shoulder and I see the fragile and broken state that he’s in. He’s so broken.
“Huh ? “ Gerard asks leaning closer. “Nothing.” I smile a fake smile before he smiles back and looks back to his phone. I look towards my mom who’s acting as if she’s not listening to me while she cooks at the stove. “ Jess , Why don’t you take Gerard out and show him around the town.” She says turning to the two of us. I look at her in shock before Gerard speaks up. “I’d like that. “ He smiles. I glare at my mom before following Gerard who’s waiting for me at the door.
“You remind me a lot of someone.” He says. “Really?” I ask getting hopeful. “Yeah. She was an old friend. I’m not sure what ever happened to her.” He says looking down. “I remember spending the summers with her here. She even pushed me into leaving for fame. I think her name was Jessie. “ Gerard says. “I knew her.” I say quickly. “Really?” Gerard asks. “Yeah…” I say. What am I doing?! “What happened to her?” He asks sticking his hand into his pocket. “She’s dead. . .” I say without thinking.
“She’s what?” Gerard asks as he stops walking. “She died. . . She uh… Killed herself.” I say looking around. “Not my Jessie.” Gerard says. I knew from years of spending time with him that he was about to start crying. “I’m so sorry.” say. He let’s his head fall and I know by the shaking of his shoulders that he’s crying. What the heck did I just do?! I just made my best friend cry by telling him that I’m dead! “I’m sorry. “I mumble looking down. “ I came back and I just thought things could be the same for us. . . I would have called and texted her but I had to change my number mulitple times and I had to get a new phone too so I lost her number.” He says sitting on the ground.
“She wanted you to know that it’s not your fault.” I say rubbing his back. “I could have stopped her. “ Gerard says pulling his knees to his chest. “No you couldn’t have. She just couldn’t live anymore.” I say sitting next to him. His head falls to my shoulder and I see the fragile and broken state that he’s in. He’s so broken.
9/23/13