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[5-31-05]
I decided to post these early.....
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MY STORY: v. JADECHING [PART 1](completely revised)
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It was a gloomy September morning,
and I, Jade Ching, closed the garage door, smiling as my mother left
for work early. Right when the garage door went half-way down, the fake
smile was swiped off, replaced by a sad expression on my face. "It's
the first day of school... great," I
said sarcastically, to no one in particular
My brother, Arthur, came down in a hurry, mumbling
something about going to school early. I decidied to go with him, because I didn't like being alone at home. I readied my old,
hand-me-down backpack and left the house on bike, so I could go the
1.5 miles to school.
After the 15 minutes of biking to school, I
finally arrived at Thomas Jefferson Jr. High and parked my bike in
the school's bike racks and locked it up. While locking up my
bike, I looked up and saw some incredibly hot 8th graders, so I just went
back to locking up her bike. I only did that to hide my overly large smile. "Great.. first day of 7th grade and I get
to see some hot guys.. this day might not suck after all...," I
thought.
~/~
Some old lady walked up to me with a flier, saying that I had to go to
the gym to get my term schedule. I did, and made my way to what seemed
like the gym. When I finally got in, it was packed with seventh graders
"Hmm... 1st period band, 2nd period PE, 3rd period
Humanities, lunch, and then Algebra 1/Reading," she recited. She
glanced at the teacher's names and hoped that they would be nice. She
slowly walked towards the band room when someone over the intercom said
something.
"All new 7th graders please report to your Advocacy class before first period. Thank You."
I was just about to say something, but I was cut off
by a particular person that I had known for a very long time.
"Hey Jade! How's it? Can I see your schedule?" said her old friend, Michelle.
Michelle was a very beautiful girl. She was Latino,
always looking like she had the perfect tan, except that was her real
skin color. She was a brunette, and she was basically perfect: Big
boobs, big butt, perfect skin. I envied her.
"Oh.. sure," I said uncaring.
I was distracted by a very cute 7th grade boy and I
didn't notice Michelle saying anything. Michelle was practically
yelling in my ear when she finally got my attention.
"JADE!! Guess what?" asked Michelle. She didn't wait
for an answer. "We have almost all of our classes together!! Isn't that
great?"
"Huh? Oh.. yeah... great..." I was paying no
attention whatsoever, still thinking about that other 7th grader. To
,e, he was perfect. He looked Asian, which was a great plus for me.
He had spiked black hair and braces, just like hers. She was still, too
distracted to notice that Michelle was tugging on my arm trying to
getme r into the Advocacy classroom. After about 10 minutes of doing
nothing but talking, the teacher let us go.
I was the first to get out of the classroom,
since I was stting right next to the door. I saw the same guy I
was looking at before Advocacy heading to where I was heading, the
band room. "This day is totally not sucking!!" I thought to myself.
~/~
[5-31-05]
MY STORY: v.JADECHING [PART 2](semi-revised)
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(FROM NOW ON, IT'S JADE'S P.O.V)
It's been three long, gruesome, hard, and
boy-riddled terms. The terms were long because I just wanted it to end.
It was gruesome since one of my friends, Bart, and I eat all this gross
stuff that ended up tasting really good... The hard part was all the
Algebra stuff and all the homework.. The boy-riddled part was in first
term, this guy that went to my old school started sending me all these
freaking love letters. In second term, I had grown "boobs", but they
weren't much bigger than the ones I had before. Guys were trying to
touch me all the time, and I was freaked out. Last term, otherwise know
as third term, I got my
first "boyfriend". I don't like to think of him as my ex, since he
treated me like crap anyways. He ignored me all the time, he always had
his arm around some other girl. I don't even think he even liked me,
let alone remembered that he made a promise to me: "I'll never leave
you alone. I'll always be there for you." He wasn't. He was always
somewhere else. He never answered his phone, he was never online.
That's what's wasted...one month's worth of happiness.
The school dance was this week. The last one for the
seventh graders and the first one that I would go to. My girlfriends
had begged me to go, since they didn't want me to "miss out". Pshaw.
~/~
Today was the day of the dance. All of my friends
and I said "Party Grass" instead of "Parti Gras", as in Mardi Gras. We
were all pointing to a patch of grass and saying, "Hey!! Let's go party
on the 'Party Grass'!!" We laughed our asses off every time.
It was right after school, and there was no
after-school band, so I was free. I got on my bike and started biking.
I went over to my friend, Jenny's house. We were
working on a project, but we were messing around. Instead of working on
the project on two different computers, we were messing around, IMing
each other. Then eventually, it was 6:00 and her dad drove me home.
I did everything to get ready and I ate. My mother
drove me to the dance and Jenny was in the car in front of me,
incidentally. We went in and hung out with some of our less known
friends. I danced, or shall I say swayed, to the music that was playing
until my other friends, James and Nafiri, came and found me. We we were
all messing around, doing random dance moves.
After a long two hours of dancing with other friends
dancing with us, the last song was playing, and it was a slow song. One
of my friends, Harrison was slow-dancing with an invisible person,
otherwise known as "air-person", and was doing it all wrong.
"Harrison, you put your hands further down, You're holding onto the armpits.." I commented
"....." He had a face on like this : -_-". "Fine..."
"Harrison... why don't you just pick a girl and dance with her? That might be better."
He looked around and then he took me by the hand, surprisingly
and started dancing with me. He was looking at me all dreamy-like, and
I felt my heart pounding. I've liked Harrison since the first
time I talked to him. Just to let you know, Harrison was the guy I
couldn't stop looking at the first day of school. I just couldn't
believe he was dancing with
me.
My band friends all said that they saw him looking
at me during band. I think I saw him one time, but I doubted it. He
always acted like a brother towards me, not a guy that would like me. I
mean, who in their right mind would like me? I'm ugly, stupid, and fat.
I don't have really big boobs or a big butt. I'm always laughing in this really
retarded way and I'm just unnattractive. I just can't see why a guy
would like me.
As the song was going into the last chorus part, Harrison pulled me
in really close. I got nervous and if it was possible, my heart was
beating faster than it had been before.
"Jade, I really like you..."
"I like you too, Harrison.."
And that's when it happened. He leaned into me and
he kissed me, smack dab on the lips. I thought it would never end, but
it was short. The song ended and the lights came on. The dance ended
and we all were ushered out.
Outside it was freezing cold. Harrison held onto me
for warmth, as I did with him. Occasionally, he would give me a peck on
the lips or cheek. I was blessed that day with my first kiss. Even for
all the bad things I did, God decided I deserved this.
My father came shortly to pick me up, and I hugged
Harrison one last time. Since I had my back facing my father, I gave
Harrison a quick peck on the cheek and left.
The next day, I got a call from Harrison.
"Hello?"
"Hi Jade, this is Harrison."
"Oh! Hey!! What's up?"
"Nothing... I just wanted to ask you if you wanted to go and watch a movie with me?"
"Sure! That'll be awesome! What movie are we going to watch?"
"We're gonna watch the Amityville Horror. I hear tha moive will scare the pants off of you."
"I always wanted to see that movie..."
"Well, how's Sunday at... 2:00?"
"Perfect."
"I'll see you around..."
"Yeah...."
"Bye.."
"Bye."
I was so freaking happy when that happened. Then I heard a crash in the next room.
~/~
~jEnn
[6-5-05] (Story orginally posted on April 28, 2005 on [linkinmaximum11's Xanga])
MY STORY: v.JADECHING [PART 3](revised)
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....Then I heard a crash in the other room.
My brother, Arthur, had broken a vase.... vasse...
whatever... anyways.. He had broken a vase and was just looking at the
random shattered remains of the once beautiful white and blue Chinese vase on kitchen floor. I
started running downstairs.
"What the fuck just happened here?"
"Uhhh.... nothing.... There was a mouse and
...and...and...it saw the cheese next to the vase that got on the counter
when I was eating and it pushed the vase and it fell to the ground."
"Oh, pshaw, Arthur. Like a little iddy biddy mouse could push over that
huge thing. Anyways, Mom is so gonna kill us!!"
"Don't you mean 'I'm going to be in so much
trouble," asked a voice. I was panicked as hell. I recognized that
voice. It was my mother. I swore that I was screwed over my life at that very
second.
"Mom!! I didn't do it!! Right, Arthur?" There was no
answer. "Arthur?" He left already. I had a face on like this: -_-".
He's the little bitch I always though of him to be. "Mom, you have to believe me! I didn't do it!"
"Jade, why did you break the vase?"
"I DIDN'T FREAKING BREAK THE VASE!! I'M TELLING YOU, ARTHUR DID IT!!"
"I DON'T GIVE A DAMN ABOUT WHO DID IT!! JUST CLEAN IT UP BEFORE I GET EVEN ANGRIER!!"
"GOD DAMN..."
I started to pick up the shards that looked really,
really blunt, so I just sat there, picking up pieces of clay and crying
silently, trying to hold it back, but accomplishing that unsuccessfully.
Everything I've done has gone to waste. My parents love my brother more
than they love me. I've always known it, but they deny it. They give
him more stuff, better stuff, more expensive stuff, just about
everything a guy needs.
I was sick of it all. I decided to go to my neighbor's house. That's where my best guy friend, John lived.
~/~
John was everything I wanted in a guy-friend. He
cared about me, he comforted me when I was sad, and he was like the
brother I never had. He was Flip, and he always knew what I saying,
whether it was English, Chinese, or Jibberish. He had the cute short
hair
that I rested my head on when I was sad, the small pouty lips that he
kissed my forehead with everytime I left, the two inches taller he was
to me, and the friendly hugs he gave me all the time. He was everything
I actually wanted in a boyfriend, but it was too awkward, since I'd
known him all of my life.
He'd seen me at my worst, when I found out that my
boyfriend was cheating on me with my now ex-best friend. He'd seen me at my
best when I beat everyone at doing push-ups. He knows every single
little thing about me, as did I with him. He was like... My conjoined
male twin that got separated from me at birth. When
I finally got to his house, I was good, but right when i saw him, I
broke down.
~/~
After 30 minutes of bawling my eyes out, John
finally got me to calm down. We were on his bed, and he was comforting
me. My head was on his chest and he was stroking my hair to make me
feel better.
"Shh.... it's gonna be okay.... everything's
fine..." I always felt safe when I was with John. He made me laugh, and
he could make me cry, but most of the time, he made me laugh.
"John, I want to be happy, but all I ever am is depressed. But you make me happy, and I like that."
"I like it too." John started moving closer and
closer to me. I didn't know what to do. I was just frozen there. I
didn't move. I closed my eyes.. to see what will happen next....
~/~
~jEnn
[6-6-05] Chapter originally posted on April 20, 2005 on [linkinmaximum11's Xanga]
MY STORY : v.JADECHING [PART 4](revised...a lot....)
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"I like it too." John
started moving closer and closer to me. I didn't know what to do. I was just
frozen there. I didn't move. I closed my eyes... To see what will happen
next....
John
took my waist, held me close, and kissed my
cheek. He kept me at arm's length and cupped one cheek in his right
hand. He took a deep breath before talking to me and let go of my cheek.
“Jade,
there’s something I haven’t
told you." I looked at him in a confused matter. "You see, it involves
both of us and my life. I love you Jade, but
this, this you need to know. Last year, I was going to kill myself--" I
gasped. "--but you stopped
me. I had no friends, no loving family, nothing. When I met you, you
became my friend, and at the same time, you took me heart. I'm happy
that you did take it. I had some small pills in my hand the moment I
met you, but let them fall to the ground when we started a
conversation. You keep me alive."
I
was shocked. I made no movements
whatsoever. I breathed
and my heart was pumping faster than ever. Still, I didn't move. I
wanted with all of my might to move, but my mind was still frozen from
the last thing John said. "...you keep my alive..."
“When I met you, I thought that you
were going to be one of those people that were going to make fun of me because
of who I was, but you didn’t. You wanted to know me for who I was. And I was
happy about that," he stated.
“You know when you went out with
your ex-boyfriend?” he asked me. I nodded. “That broke my heart, so badly. I
felt like wanting to die, but I knew that he wasn’t going to treat you right.
I’ve known him longer than you’ve known him, and I know that every time he had
a girlfriend, he would mess it up really badly. But when you broke up with him,
I felt like you had fixed my broken heart.
“I always loved you, Jade. I just
want to know if you love me back. If you do, you’ll make me the happiest person
in the world. If you don’t, I’ll understand.”
I thought for a second. This whole
time, he loved me, but I never knew it. All the times that he comforted me, he
was trying to make me happy and make me realize how he felt for me. I was an
idiot to not realize what he's been doing. I knew what I was going to say.
“John, I wish you had told me earlier.
I love you too, but I was blinded from my sadness and didn’t realize that you
loved me back. I was stupid for going out with him… I just really wanted
you to tell me that earlier. John, I never knew that you wanted to die. If you
had told me, I would’ve been closer to you than I already am. I wanted to die
too. I know how it feels. John, I wanted you to love me, but I just didn’t
realize you already did. Now, I feel much better than I did before I came to
your house. John, I love you.”
John, at the moment, hugged me. He let go after what felt like an eternity and
kept me and half-arm’s length. He looked straight into my eyes and kissed me.
His kiss was different from Harrison’s. His
lips were softer, his motions toward me were gentler, and I could sense from
his gestures that he truly loved me.
“Jade, I know that this has been
hard for you, but there’s still one more thing I must as you.”
“What is it?”
“I –-“
*THUNK*
There was a loud “THUNK” coming from
the next room. There was a moan, and then there was a scream. I was scared, but
John continued with his sentence.
“Jade, I wish you would be my
girlfriend, but I was always afraid that you would say no.”
“John, I would never say no to you
if you ever asked me that question and now’s no exception.”
The *THUNK* became louder, and John
held me close.
“It’s okay. It’s only my brother…”
~/~
~jEnn
[6-6-05](Originaly posted on Arpil 23, 2005 on [linkinmaximum11's Xanga])
MY STORY: v.JADECHING [PART 5] (sem-revised)
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The *THUNK* became louder, and John
held me close.
“It’s okay. It’s only my brother…”
John held me tightly, as if it was our
last moment alive.
The *THUNK* became louder and louder
until it was outside John’s bedroom – where we were. An angry *RAWR* came out
as the door busted open. It was John’s brother, Caleb.
“You son of a bitch!” cried Caleb.
“You just have to take everything from me, don’t you? You knew I liked Jade,
and you just had to take that away from me didn't you? You took my
friends, and you took my trust! But this, this is just wrong!" Caleb moved toward John with every sentence he spoke.
Caleb tore John away from me, and
that scared me. That scared me to death. Caleb had started to beat John and I
panicked, but I still thought.
“I hate you, you
mother-fucking-son-of-a-god-damn-fucking-bitch!!” He punched him everywhere
imaginable with every word he said. It suddenly rushed to my head. I had seen this before.
This was a disease that people got
after they have been strongly traumatized. It mostly happened to women who had
been raped, but it can be diagnosed to other people in other ways.
John was trying his best to block
his brother’s fierce blows, but he was unsuccessful. He was bruised everywhere,
blood pouring from scratches he had gotten beforehand, new cuts that Caleb has
caused. I was scared as hell. No one would ever know how I felt when this
happened.
I knew what to do to stop Caleb.
This same exact thing happened to my friend’s father. Michelle was my friend’s
name. Her father was an alcoholic and a chain-smoker. Her mother was afraid of
her husband, since he would beat her when he got drunk enough. She found refuge
from her husband in her guy-friend’s house and left her father for her friend
for good, filing for divorce. Her father was traumatized. He loved her, but
instead of being sad, he got very angry. The closest person was Michelle, and
he started to beat her. He even got a knife
and tried to stab her, and he would have succeeded, if only I weren’t there. I
called 911, telling them the situation as fast as I possibly could. I jumped on
his back and held back his arms to restrain him from hitting my friend. He
tried to shake me off, but it didn’t work. He finally shook me off after 5
minutes of struggling, but it was too late after I jumped on him again. He
stabbed Michelle twice and she was bleeding from her chest. The
ambulance arrived shortly, as did the police. They were too late. When they
came, I had Michelle’s dead head in my lap, trying to tell her to hold on, but we
had already lost her. Michelle’s father just looked at his hands and clothes, which were
soaked with his own daughter’s blood. He just stared into space, thinking about
what he had done in disbelief. I was hysterical for the nest week. Michelle was
like the sister I never had. We did everything together. I lost her that day,
and I will never forget it.
I did the same exact thing. I jumped
on Caleb’s back and held back his arms. He was very strong, but still, I held
back his arms.
“Don’t hurt him!! Caleb, don’t do
this!!”
“Why ever the fuck not? I have
nothing, and it’s all because of him!”
“Don’t do this!! I love John, not
you. I’ll be yours!! Just please, don’t hurt him.” I just held his arms, and he
thought while taking very deep breaths.
“If I don’t hurt him, then you’ll be
mine? No one else’s?”
“Yes. I’ll do anything!! Just don’t
hurt him.”
“Then let go of me. I’ll stop.”
John just sat there, bleeding. I got
off Caleb’s back and rushed toward John, and examined his cuts. He had some
bruises on his cheeks and all over his body. I got up, intending to go and get
the first aid kit that I knew was in the bathroom, but Caleb held me back.
“Don’t try anything funny, alright?”
“I won’t.”
I had gotten the first aid
kit, and had bandaged up John. I headed home, but once again, Caleb blocked my
path. He pulled me close to him with one arm and I was getting scared again. He
came closer to me, still, and he……
~/~
~jEnn
NOT DONE PART UNDER THIS!! DO NOT READ THE NEXT PART!! NOT DONE!!!
[6-8-05](Originaly posted on Arpil 23, 2005 on [linkinmaximum11's Xanga])
MY STORY: v.JADECHING [PART 6](revised)
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I had gotten the first aid kit, and
had bandaged up John. I had had some trouble with it, since he was
bleeding so much. I headed home, but once again, Caleb blocked my path.
He
pulled me close to him with one arm and I was getting scared again. He
came
closer to me, still, and he……
He punched me, square in the stomach.
I grunted, since it hurt. It winded me, but I was okay. He started to mutter
something to me, but I couldn’t hear it. It sounded a lot like, 'You fuckin' bitch...'. I continued to my house.
When I got in the house, no one knew
that I had even left. I went upstairs and went into my room, and I sat there
and cried. I’ve always cried whenever things went wrong, but when John was
getting beat up my Caleb, I didn’t cry. Why didn’t I cry? Am I getting better?
Am I getting worse?
After roughly a half hour of crying,
I decided to take a bath to calm myself down. Every time I felt like crying or
I was depressed, I just took a bath. I got wrinkly a lot, but it didn’t really
matter. The hot steam just made me feel better, and the music I listened to while in
the tub soothed me.
I just thought about what had just
happened: John telling me about how I affected him, Caleb making loud noises,
and Caleb beating John. It was all just too painful. Even more painful than
when I was cutting myself earlier on.
~/~
"I just can't take it anymore... he doesn't love me back," I whispered
to myself. I read about this all the time. "Just give me the knife and
let me die..."
I took the knife and went upstairs. I locked myself
in my bathroom, and looked at myself in the mirror. I was a mess: hair
unbrushed, make-up running down my face, red eyes, and trembling hands.
"Why do I have to be this way?" I asked myself.
I was always too scared to do this, but now, I
didn't care. My hand lowered the knife to the delicate, white procelian
skin of my inner arm. No blood yet. I pushed down on the knife. Sweet,
sweet pain. The crimson liquid poured out of my arm. The pain was soon
replaced by pleasure. I felt like all my worries were flowing out of my
body, one by one. I felt better, so I took a damp cloth and wiped off
the excess blood. I washed the knife with anti-bacterial soap and
wrapped it up in a towel.
That was the beginning to a bad habit.
~/~
Everything in my life had gone wrong, but
John helped me when I was down. I cut when I couldn’t talk to John. I just
couldn’t think of any other option.
When Caleb was beating John, I knew
that I had to give myself up to Caleb. I wanted John to be happy and healthy,
even if it meant that I wasn’t. I thought about what things he might do to me.
I shuddered at the mere thought or thinking about it. He could beat me, he
could rape me, but most of all, he might kill me. Even if I did die, I would be
happy that Caleb wouldn’t dare touch a hair on John’s precious head. I loved
him too much to see him be seriously injured.
When I got out of the tub, I put on
a black and white Volcom tank top with a black zip-up My Chemical Romance
hoodie, Black flare jeans, and Black Chucks. I put the hood over my head and
headed over to the park only two houses away from my house. I took my cell
phone with me, since I had to make a phone call to someone I felt like I hadn’t
talked to in forever.
It was dark out, so I also brought a
flashlight, just in case it got too dark. I sat down on one of the benches and
took out my cell phone. I dialed in the 7-digit phone number and waited for the
answer.
“Hello?”
“Hey Harrison.”
“Oh hey Jade! What’s up?”
“Harrison,
I need to cancel our date tomorrow.”
“But why do you want to cancel?”
“I need some more time, since one of
my friends is going through something.” When I said 'my friend', I meant myself.
“Oh, I understand. So... I’ll see
you at school?”
“Yeah, I’ll see you at school.”
“Bye.”
“Bye.”
I left the park and went back inside.
I cleaned myself up, slipped into my black satin pajamas, and fell into
a deep sleep
The next morning, I woke up to
see a new e-mail on my laptop’s screen. It was from Caleb.
Jade~
I don’t want
you trying to get away from me, because
you know
that you can never get away from me. John’s
fine, just if you were
wondering. The day you get way from me
is the day that I die. That
won’t be any time soon.
~Caleb
I felt
threatened that morning and I was terrified of Caleb until the day he died. But that
day, I was saved, since we were going to have our relatives over, and no one
else would be able to come. I thought about John and Caleb the whole time, and
I never knew what was going to happen to me next.
~/~
Do you want to know when Caleb
died? I’ll tell you when Caleb died. He died exactly one day from the exact
time he threw his first punch at John. The doctors never found out exactly how
he died. He had heart problems, AIDS, and a ton of other diseases, but they
can’t pinpoint which one killed him first.
We were all happy to find out that
he died, but I still had some sadness in my heart for him, since I had known
him as long as I had known John. His mother and father were hysterical about
what had happened. They loved him, and so did John. They had a small funeral,
since Caleb didn’t have many relatives or friends.
John was happy, now that no one
could tear us apart again. He hugged me every chance he got, and he kissed me
whenever he felt the need to. John wasn’t my “brother” anymore. He was
boyfriend material, now.
~/~
John and I have been together for a
total of 5 months now. We were both happy all the time now, and I was less
depressed and deprived than I was before. My other friends would have said that
John and I were connected by the hip since he was constantly touching my hips
and trying to go lower.
John’s best friend was a boy named Bryan. Bryan was like me, except a little better. He
was my size, my height, my weigh-range, had glasses, braces, played in Band,
had my classes, and knew John. He even had freckles, like I do, and we’re
ASIAN! We’re not supposed to have freckles, you know, but that’s the way some
things happen.
My other friends that have my same
classes, which are all also Bryan’s,
say that they have caught him staring at me. I doubted it until one day when
John was out sick and I was walking home.
“Hey Jade, wait up!”
“What do you want, Bryan?”
“What? I can’t say hi?”
“Fine... hi.”
“You know, Jade, you are very
pretty.”
“I am flattered, Bryan, but I’m
already taken. No need to try and woo me…” I had on a face like this right when
he said “pretty”: -_-“.
“You know, John’s not here, and if I
do anything, no one will know.”
“What do you mean, ‘if I do
anything, no one will know’?”
“I mean this…”
~/~
[6-13-05](Originally posted on April 24, 2005 on [linkinmaximum11's Xanga])
MY STORY :: v.JADECHING [PART 7](REVISED)
~/~
“You know, John’s not here, and if I
do anything, no one will know,” said Bryan.
“What do you mean, ‘if I do
anything, no one will know’?” I replied.
“I mean this…” He grabbed me by the
hand and twisted it until I screamed in pain. This was worse than seeing John
get beat up by his late brother, Caleb. “You’ll be experiencing even more pain
if you don’t give me what I want, Jade. I want you to get me something very
important to me.”
“What is it? Tell me and let me
go!!”
“Awww… Is little Jade-y scared?” mocked Bryan. He said it in a baby voice, and that just made me even more angry.
“I am not afraid of you, Bryan. Let
go of me now, or else I won’t get you what you want.” He just thought for a
second and he let me go and pushed me onto the park’s grass. I turned my head
and looked his way.
“I want you to get me my girlfriend back,
or else I’ll do something very bad to you. Kayla had better be my girlfriend by
the end of the month, or I’ll seriously hurt you.”
“Like what?”
“Do you really want to know what I
will do to you?” I thought for a second. Should I? I nodded my head. “I’m going
to find you and follow you. One day, I’ll snatch you off the sidewalk and take
you to my house and do things to you that no one wants to experience. They
wouldn’t want anyone to know, either, would they?”
“You’re such a BASTARD!” He reached
one hand out and then stroked my cheek. All of a sudden I feel a sharp sting on
the same cheek he touched and I fell to the ground. He slapped me.
“HOW DARE YOU DEFY ME, YOU LITTLE
BITCH?” he roared. He was furious by the time I had said the first “B” in “BASTARD”.
He was hunched over and was looking straight down at me. I kicked him in the
balls as hard as I possibly could and I got up right before he fell to his
knees. I got up behind him and I corn-dogged him right in the ass. He fell to
the ground. I picked up all of my stuff and ran home.
I got inside and ran to the kitchen
to use the phone. My brother was on the phone, but I snatched the phone away
from him.
“He’ll have to call you back later.”
I hung up and then called the police
Station.
“Elk Grove Police Station…”
“My name is Jade Ching, there’s a
guy named Bryan
______ who’s threatening me. Please hurry!!”
“Ma’am, please slow down. Your name
is Jade Ching, and there’s a man named Bryan
_____ that is after you? Correct?”
“Yes, sir, that is correct”
“What’s your address?”
I told him my address and within
five minutes, a policeman was here. I opened the door.
“Hello Ma’am. My name is Officer
______ and I see you have a problem with my son. Is that correct?”
“Err—Yes sir.”
“And your name is Jade Ching?" he asked. I nodded. "I
remember you. My son has talked about you once before. He said that you were
very nice, but he didn’t say that he liked you that much.”
“Excuse me?”
“Jade, I’m going to talk to my son
today, so don’t worry yourself to death. I’m going to take my leave now. Nice
meeting you Ms. Ching.”
“Nice meeting you too, Officer.”
I was thinking ‘HOLY CRAP. HOLY
CRAP. HOLY CRAP. HOLY CRAP. HOLY CRAP.’ the whole time. I leaned against the
door and breathed a sigh of relief. Right when I thought everything was going
to be okay, the doorbell rung and I saw the silhouette of someone I wished I
wouldn’t see again.
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[6-13-05](Originally posted on April 26, 2005 on [linkinmaximum11's Xanga])
MY STORY :: v. JADECHING [PART 8](unrevised)
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“Nice
meeting you too, Officer.”
I was
thinking ‘HOLY CRAP. HOLY CRAP. HOLY CRAP. HOLY CRAP. HOLY CRAP.’ the whole
time. I leaned against the door and breathed a sigh of relief. Right when I
thought everything was going to be okay, the doorbell rung and I saw the
silhouette of someone I wished I wouldn’t see again.
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I looked
through that little hole in the door that people have – I forget what it’s
called – and I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw who it really was.
It was
John. I opened the door and right when I opened the door, John embraced me. He
was crying, and I could tell by the wet spots he left on my shoulder where his
head was.
“John,
what’s wrong?”
“Jade, I’m
sorry. I didn’t realize that Bryan
would do something like this. I’m just really sorry. I’ll protect you from
him.”
“John,
it’s going to be okay. I talked with his father. It’s all going to be okay and
I’m perfectly fine. Now, cheer up. I don’t like seeing you sad because it’s
going to make me sad.” John smiled at my last remark, and he hugged me again.
This time, he picked me up bridal style and spun me around and pecked me on the
lips.
“I’m so
glad that you’re okay.” He kissed me again and it eventually turned into a deep
kiss that neither of us wanted to stop, but the garage door had started
opening. That indicated that someone was coming home.
“John!!
Hurry home. I’ll call you, okay?”
“Okay.” By
the time he had said “Kay”, he was already outside. I closed the door hurriedly
and ran upstairs and grabbed my cell phone from the desk outside of my room and
locked myself in the bathroom. I’ll dialed John’s phone number and waited for
an answer, but to my surprise, no one answered. I was worried. I just saw him
enter his house! How was this possible?
Two hours
passed and countless tried of contacting John were useless. E-mails, phone
calls, cell phone calls, throwing rocks out of my window to his; these were all
useless. I decided to go to the house and see what was going on.
I walked
over to their house and rang the doorbell. Someone was coming and I could feel
it. A figure opened the door, but I couldn’t see who it was in the dim light of
the house.
“Why,
hello dear! How nice it is to see you again, Jade,” answered John’s mother. She
was a short and plump woman, and she was the nicest person I had ever met. John
had remarked that the only person that he could think of that was nicer to him
that I was is his mother.
“Hi, is
John there?”
“Yes, he
is. Come in and I’ll call him down for y—“
“Umm… Not
to be rude or anything, but do you think I could go to his room?” I
interrupted.
“Oh no,
Jade, go right ahead. I don’t mind.”
“Thanks.”
I went up the stairs to his house and examined the things around me as I made
my way down the lengthy hallway that led to John’s room. All pictures of Caleb
that were on the walls were veiled with a black see-through scarf. I felt sorry
for John’s parents. Losing a child must be very hard to bear, but they seemed
to be taking it very well.
I finally
came to John’s room and just stood before the unopened door. I took a deep
breath and placed my hand on the handle. I was just about to twist the door
handle to open the door, but it was already turning. I looked up from my hand
and saw John.
“Jade……”
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~jEnn
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| Good Morning everyone!! How's it going for you?
Well, I'm here, at home... bored to the core. I'm going to post more,
and if i get to, I'll post some of my NEW story for you guys.
The New story is called "My Story: v.JASMINE LUONG" and it's bascially
just like the old story. It's a story of her life, and how she lives. I
try and make it good, but they all come out the same way... Happy, then
Sad, then Happy, then sad again, and then they die. But every story has
a different element to it. I put a little photocopy of something apart
of me into it.
I put my heart ans soul into these stories. This is my way of letting
out my true feelings in a form of art. If you don't like it, you don't
like it. I don't really care. If you do, then I thank you. I've been
given moral support from you guys and I thank you.. even though there
ar only like... 6 people that read this, I thank you....
~jEnn
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| Hello everyone!!
What's up?
Alright.. I'll start posting my stories as soon as school gets out in a
week or so. It's a little more, but the wait will be worthwhile.
~jEnn
EDIT// When I start posting, I'll post from the very beginning, to refresh your minds.
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