The One Left Behind

Jodi's brother left her and her mother four years ago. When Jodi avoids seeing her brother, she meets a band and befriends them. Little does she know, her brother's path will cross her own and she will be faced with a decision that could potentially leave her alone with nobody left.

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4. Chapter 4

I turned and ran down the sidewalk, my sneakers hitting the ground along with my tears. Why did I have to cry so easily? I barely knew this boy. It still felt like a knife in my heart.

I was by the bus stop when I remembered that I had this stupid bruise on my neck. I turned to my left and kept running to Kaycee’s house, good thing she just lived down the street from here.

I reached the door and walked right in. I knew she was home alone because her car was here but her parents’ weren’t.

Kaycee was on the couch in the living room and shot up with alarm when I came in. She saw the tears on my face and that I was winded.

“Jodi, what’s-“

“I need a scarf. I can’t talk right now, I’ll tell you later.” I ran up the stairs before she could even answer. I knew her house by memory, we were best friends, and I’ve been here so many times. I went straight to her room and grabbed a black scarf, I knew it would match almost everything and I didn’t have time to see what I was wearing.

I ran back down the stairs and towards the door without saying anything to Kaycee.

“Call me!” she yelled before I left.

I felt bad about running through her house like that, “Bye.” I called before I closed the door. I would call her later, just not for a while.

I ran the rest of the way home; I don’t know how I kept running. I think I ran about four miles. It must have been the anger coursing through my veins that kept me going.

I reached my block and looked down the street. I saw that my mom was sitting on the front steps, her head on her knees.

“Mom, what’s wrong?” I said when I reached her.
Her head popped up, “Oh, Jodi. You had me worried.” She stood up.

“What? Why? What happened?”

“Nothing, it’s just that I called Kaycee over two hours ago and she said you were on your way home. I thought that maybe something happened, you got lost or maybe somebody found you.”

I sighed, “I’m sorry, I just- the bus broke down and I was waiting for it but then I decided just to walk.”

“Then why were you running?” she asked.

“I saw how long I was waiting for the bus and I thought you might be getting worried.”

“You could have called.”

My phone died on the bus, I’m sorry.” I lied, I just wanted to get inside and hide away in my room.

“Well,” She paused, “Just don’t do it again. You had me worried sick.”

“I’m sorry, Mom.” I said stepping past her.

“Oh, and Grant was looking for you, but he had rehearsals at noon. He just left.”

“I’ll talk to him later.” I said trying not to run up the stairs.

I called Kaycee an hour later.

“Oh my God, Jodi, what the hell is wrong?”

I told her the whole story starting when I called her.

She gasped and added the occasional “Oh my god” at the appropriate times.

“So what are you going to do?” she asked me.

“I don’t know, I mean I don’t know why I’m getting so bent out of shape over this boy.”

“Does he have an accent” She asked suddenly.

“What?”

“I said, does he have an accent?” She repeated slower this time.

“Yes, but that doesn’t matter.” I almost yelled.

“Yes it does. British boys are used to getting whatever they want in America. Girls dig accents. Maybe he just wants sex from you and since he didn’t get that when you were drunk, he was mad. Throwing a fit and saying everything was wrong with you.” She explained rather quickly. There were a lot of holes in her thinking.

“And how is any of that supposed to help me?”

“It shows you that he’s a prick and he’s not worth your time. You’re better than him.” She said as if she knew everything with her failures in relationships. I decided to change the subject.

“What am I supposed to do about Grant?” I asked falling back into my bed.

“What do you mean? Are you two fighting?” She asked, completely oblivious to the fact that he was not on my good side.

“No, it’s just- I can’t- he-“ I stumbled on my words.

“Spit it out, Jodi!”

“I haven’t seen him in four years.” She could probably here the despair in my voice.

“He’s been away with his band, I’m sure it’s been hectic. He just hasn’t had a time to come home. But he’s home now, aren’t you happy about that?” she tried to look on the bright side.

“Well, I mean, I don’t know. It’s just- I don’t want to see him.” It finally came out. I’ve never told anybody that.

“What?”

“I don’t want to see him, and I doubt he wants to see me. He did leave me after all and never bothered to visit or even call. You can tell me he didn’t have time to fly halfway across the world, but you can’t tell me he didn’t have at least five minutes to pick up the phone and call. And now, after four years, why is he even bothering to come home?” I didn’t notice I was crying until I gasped for air.

“Jodi, it’ll be alright, I’m sure once you see him he’ll explain-“

“I don’t want to see him! I don’t want to even talk to him! He had his chance and he blew it. I waited for four years. Four years! And not a word, not a single one. He broke my heart. He’s my big brother, he’s supposed to be there for me, not ditch me and ignore me!”

“He’s not ignoring you, Jodi.”

“Then why hasn’t he called?” I sobbed. My heart hurt. I never realized that I missed my brother so much.

“I can’t explain for him, you’ll have to talk to him. Is he home? Do you want me to come over?”

My phone beeped and I looked down at it. I had another call from an unknown number.

“Can you hold on? I have another call. I’ll text you.”

“Alright, bye. Good luck.”

“Bye.” I said and hung up.

I wiped away my tears and took a deep breath.

“Hello?” My voice was shaky.

“Hey, it’s Luke.”

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