Stuck on You, 1: The beginning.
Jeniffer ‘Jenny’ Shay.
I woke up from my sleep to the shattering and breaking sound of glass. I decided to ignore it and go back to sleep, but when I was about to close my eyes and drift off dream land, I heard two people shouting and screaming. Mom and dad. I thought. I rubbed both my eyes and sat up on my bed. I walked towards my bedroom door and placed my right ear against the cold mahogany wood. I could hear more shouting and screaming, but I couldn’t clearly hear what my parents were saying. I thought back on what happened last night. Then it hit me. “Dad was drunk… again.” I whispered to myself. It took me a minute or so to decide that I should go and check if everything was okay. I took a deep breath and slowly opened my door as my heart beat 10x faster.
I looked at my left and right, the hallway was dark. I moved away from my bedroom. The shouting and screaming became louder and louder as I headed towards the stair case. I thought again, should I go downstairs… or just go back to sleep?
No, you should check on your parents and see what’s going on. Another voice in my head told me.
“You’re right.” I told the voice as I slowly walked down the stairs.
As I headed towards the living room, I saw pieces of glass shattered all over the floor. Photo frames of my parents and I were just lying there as if they didn’t mean anything. Flower vases and chairs were also lying on the floor, a few of them broken.
“… I’m bringing Jenny and that’s final!” I heard my mom shout.
“Mom…” I gasped. What the hell was that supposed to mean?
“Don’t be silly, Ella.” Dad’s voice was full of pain and sadness. “She’s my daughter, you can’t take her away from me!”
“I don’t care anymore, Robert!” Mom snapped back, “I’ve had enough of you! Of your drinking problems! It’s just out of control! It makes me sick to just stay in this house and be with you now! It’s like… I don’t feel like I’m at home anymore!”
“I’m sorry. I’ll change.” Dad said with pure honesty. “I promise. I’ll change. Don’t leave me, Ella, please.”
“No.” Mom said through her tears. “You said that before. And before that. You’re never sorry, Robert. You say you’ll change but you won’t. You never will.”
Hot tears started to fall down from my eyes and all I could see were two blurry figures of my parents.
“Give me another chance, Ella. Please. Just one more chance. Don’t leave me!” Dad roared.
“No.” Mom said, “I’ve had absolutely enough of you and your drinking problems, Robert. It’s hurting me to see you like this. It’s been 5 years since you became addicted to alcohol. I coped with it all this while but I just can’t stand it anymore!” I heard her stomping away.
“Ella!” My dad shouted. “Don’t be stupid!”
“I don’t care anymore, Robert!” She shouted back.
“Don’t be stupid! Put the gun down! I’ll leave! Just don’t do anything wreckless!”
I gasped. Gun?
“NO! It hurts Robert. Not only you drinking, but that you’re never there anymore! I love you, Robert but you’re hurting me so much! And Jeniffer!”
I was awestruck. I couldn’t move. Tears continued flowing from my eyes. Move! Go there and stop her! I told myself.
“Ella, if you want me to move out, I will. I love you, Ella. Just don’t do this!” My dad shouted in pain. “Don’t do it for me, do it for our daughter. Do it for Jenny.”
“I love you, Robert.” She said. “Tell Jenny I love her, too. You both mean the world to me. But I just can’t do this anymore…”
“NO!” my father shouted.
My legs started to move, “MOM, NO!” I shouted as she pulled the trigger of the gun toward her head. I was too late by a second.
Then everything went black.
