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Me Without You

Daddy Issues

The short Irish woman glared at me from the sofa and I sighed. I don’t know how I planned to get back in contact with my estranged mother, but this certainly wasn’t it.
“So? Did you plan on telling me?” This was just typical. The only things to come out of her mouth were condescending.
“Actually, I did.” I admit, when I spoke to my mother I became a bitch. Jack’s mouth popped open when he heard my tone. The only other time I speak like this, full sass and sarcasm, was when I was pissed off with Alex. “I was thinking about it last night. How do you go about telling your mother you are marrying a man who she made you believe hated you for five years? I was at a loss. I couldn’t come up with a single idea.” I shoved my hands on my hips and raised my eyebrows at her, daring her to lie about what happened with the band after I graduated. Player one, ready.
“They would have never wanted you with them. You would have held them back and you know it.” Jack looked like he was about to clock her one.
“Baby? Can you go make me a coffee?” I smiled sweetly and frankly, Jack looked scared. He scampered out of the room and my mother stood up. Player two, ready. “You lied to me. You told me they wanted nothing to do with me. I didn’t believe it until they never came back. And then when I get in touch with them again, they tell me that you were constantly turning them away, saying I wanted nothing to do with you? You watched me cry myself to sleep for months!”
“I did it for your own good!”
“You did it because you had a grudge!” I screamed, tears threatening. “You were cold to every single male that walked through our front door after dad died!”
“I did that for your own goo, Jasey-Rae! I didn’t want the same shit to end up happening to you. You’re father killed himself! No one just falls of a five story balcony!” My jaw dropped and I stared at her wrinkling face. No.
“Dad died from a heart attack.” I whispered. “You’re lying. My dad died from a heart attack. The police, the doctors, everyone told me he died from a heart attack in Macy’s.” My whole world started to crumble as my mother slammed me with more news.
“He wasn’t even your father.” Her voice shook as she laughed. “I tested when you were born. Your father is some fucker from Dublin. We dated for three years and he promised me that he would always love me. When I told him I was pregnant he ran for the hills. The man you grew up with as your father was my best friend. Daniel married me after your father left so that my mother wouldn’t kill me for getting pregnant. We moved to Maryland so that I could avoid the judgement of my family.”
“Coffee!” Jack sang as he burst back into the room. Registering the tears flowing freely down my face Jack slammed the cups on the mantel piece and cupped my face in his hands. “Oh god, Jase? Baby, tell me what’s wrong?” I grabbed onto the front of his shirt and pressed my face against his chest. “Get out of my house.” Jack snarled and seconds later the front door slammed. “Tell me what she said, Jasey.” He cooed pulling me down onto the couch.
“She said… he wasn’t my dad.” I croaked. Jack rubbed circles in my back in a desperate attempt to sooth my hysteria. “It wasn’t even a heart attack. He killed himself!”

“Fuck it!” I screamed and launched the mug across the room so it shattered against the kitchen tiling. “Fuck it all!” I sobbed, leaning against the wall and slowly sliding to my knees. I had banished Jack about half an hour ago. I told him to fuck off for the night and leave me alone. And now, that I was lying on his floor sobbing, I wanted him back. Heck, I wanted anyone. I needed someone. As if by magic, a pair of arms wrapped around me and lifted me so I was cradled against their chest and carried me upstairs to Jack’s bed. I didn’t care who it was, only that there was someone here to sit by me while I spilled my guts. I tried to steady my breathing so I could at least thank my human elevator.
“Shh, calm down, Jack told me everything. You don’t need to say anything.” I crawled from where Alex had laid me down and back into his lap.

Notes

WOAH what happened there? Evie felt dramatic and BAM. Have fun with that ending ;)
I love all thank you so much for reading you can have TWO chapters today you lucky things. xx

Comments

Prequel first please <3 :)

LastFlightHome LastFlightHome
10/25/14

@Evie
Ahh okay I get it :)

I really hope I didn't sound mean. If I didn't like your story I wouldn't have bothered. I just thought it was good enough for me to point out.

@we-forgot-monday
Hey :) I kind of wanted that to be the point. Jasey seems so perfect and everyone seems to like her so much that her downfall is how possessive she becomes over everyone. How they're her boys and no one else's unless she totally approves of them. I read a lot of fanfiction where the female is 'perfect' in a way and I wanted to try push that in a different way where her perfection and popularity is her downfall. For example, how she can't choose between Alex or Jack but still expects both of them to hang around for her and not move on, which ultimately all comes from her insecurity but we haven't got there yet ;) I'm starting to focus more on that side of the story now as its coming toward the end but I thought I should just put that out there and I'm really do apologise if it's unclear! The story did begin with a lack of character put into Jasey which I'm trying to slowly fix up through both the chapters coming up and the prequel.
Thanks for your comment!

Evie Evie
7/6/14

I really don't mean to sound bitchy or mean but why does everyone like Jasey so much? What has she done? She seems kind of perfect, which seems kind of unrealistic. I haven't finished the story yet but does she have any flaws? Also why are they all her boys? Is no other female allowed to be a part of their lives but Jasey? This story is well written and there are certain parts of it that I really like, its just that those things don't really make sense. I really hope I didn't hurt your feelings or anything like that, because I am in no means a perfect writer, but I hope its like constructive criticism.

@Rebecca.Troy
Lets face it, there's never enough drama :)

Evie Evie
6/27/14