Always and Forever

Maddy Gray is a normal teen. Living her perfect life in Sacramento, California with her friends, family, and boyfriend, Jake Brunelli. Little does she know that she is about to be diagnosed with an extremely deadly disease, giving her only a few months to live. She thinks that Jake will break up with her if she tells him about her condition. Can Maddy beat the odds and continue with her life without ever telling Jake, or should she start saying her goodbyes?


4. Jake Gets Banned

Jake's POV


I shut the car off and sat outside of my house for a couple minutes. Eventually, I got out and unlocked my front door to crying and screaming. The crying was coming from my little sister but the screaming, from my parents. I ran to Elizabeth and scooped her up. I sprinted up the stairs with her, into my room, and locked the door.

"J-J-Jakey I don't want mommy and daddy to fight anymore," she complained as she sobbed into my chest.

"I know," I replied as I stroked her hair. No five-year-old should have to go through any of this. At least she didn't have to go through the abuse that I had to when I was her age. My dad and I have gotten into multiple physical fights because he's almost hit her. My mom on the other hand, doesn't care. She doesn't care about anyone but herself. Anyways, I got up from my bed and walked over to my desk. I pulled a small box out that had toys, coloring things, stuffed animals, and snacks for Liz for when she wanted to stay in my room whenever our parents fought. Sometimes I bring her over to Maddy's house so her and Sam can play while I try to calm the tensions between my mom and dad, but it never works. 

"Can I stay in here tonight? Pweeez?" she asked me.

"Sure." She smiled and started to play with the stuff in the box. I tried to finish my homework that I had started at Maddy's house, which made a little more sense now, but like she said, it's going to take a couple weeks to get the hang of. Then I heard a crash down stairs like something had been thrown.

"Dammit. Can't they give it a rest for one night?!" I whispered to myself. Luckily, Liz hadn't heard it. I watched her play for a while. I had promised myself that when I graduate, I would make it to the NFL. I had also promised Liz that when I did, I would buy a house for the both of us so we didn't have to live in this hell hole anymore. Honestly, my dream of being a pro football player (American football) isn't too far out there. Tons of colleges have already offered me a full scholarship through athletics. That was one of the main reasons I needed to get my grades up.

My phone rang suddenly. I looked at the screen and it read Babe. I hesitated a second making sure there were no more loud noises, then hit the answer button.

"Hey," I said. I must have sounded a little down because she asked,

"Whats wrong?"

"You know, family stuff." All she said was "Ooohh." She was one of the few people who knew about my parents.

"You know you and Liz are always welcome here."

"Thanks but I think it'll be a zoo with two teens, two fourth graders, and two 5 year old's. I think I can handle it here though."

"Oh, ok." she said. We talked for a little bit but she eventually had to go.

"Who was dat?" Liz asked. I ignored her question.

"Do you remember Maddy?" She shook her head yes quickly.

"Well you might be seeing her again soon." She jumped up and down in excitement.

"How about we go get you ready for bed?" she nodded again and went to pick out her pajamas. She skipped back into my room with them and handed them to me. I helped her get dressed. That's when I saw the bruise. I squinted at the new mark on her arm.

"Liz. I want you to be honest with me, no matter what mommy or daddy say, ok?" She nodded her head, confused.

"Did daddy-or mommy- hit you?" Her little eyes widened and filled with tears. She looked me right in the eye and said,

"Daddy said I couldn't tell you. He said that if I did he would hurt you weally bad." A couple or tears fell from her eyes and onto her shirt.

"I don't want daddy to hurt you. Dats why I didn't tell you. I'm sowwy." I just stared at the wall in front of me trying not to scream in anger. Everything had been calm at home for a couple weeks and then bam- they started fighting again today out of nowhere. I should've known he had done something. I took a deep and hugged her.

"It's ok. I won't get hurt, I promise." I finished getting her dressed and tucked her into my bed. I turned the lights off and layed next to her. I just stared at the ceiling in the dark and tried to let the rhythm of her breathing calm me down. Thank god tomorrow is Saturday. I would have to deal with my dad tomorrow when Liz isn't home. I would probably let her spend the weekend with Sam and Maddy. I just wish our lives weren't like this. I know some people have it so much worse, but it doesn't make her situation any better. I finally closed my eyes and drifted to sleep. 



Maddy's POV


I woke up to the smell of chocolate chip pancakes. My mom makes them every Saturday morning. I stretched and walked to the bathroom to make sure that I was at least presentable. I decided to leave my bed unmade because you know, what teenager enjoys making their bed on a Saturday morning? Anyways, I slowly walked down the stairs and was almost knocked over by Sam. She ran as fast as her little legs could take her into the kitchen and sat in her spot. She has her very own spot, and if you sit in it, you better get ready to say hello to hell. Nobody knows why she likes it so much, but no one ever even thinks about taking it from her. Other than that, she's a pretty sweet little girl. I joined Sam, my mom, and my dad at the table, seeing as how the other two maniacs were still at their friends houses. We ate in silence until my mom asked,

"Why did Jake leave so early yesterday? He could've stayed for dinner!"

"Humph," my dad commented at her question. "I don't know why you're ok with her seeing that hooligan," my dad said. I rolled my eyes. Here we go again.

"Well, why not? He's sweet, he has manners, he treats Maddy and the kids like they're his own family. Not to mention he's not bad lookin'," My mom said as she elbowed my in the side. I just put my face in my hands in response to her comment.

"Whatever. I still don't like him." I snapped.

"Seriously? After two years, all he's tried to do was to get you to accept him. He wants to be able to look to you as a father figure even! Why can't you look past what you don't like and look at him like mom does?"

"You listen here young lady, you-"

"No you listen!" I was so done with all his bull crap about him not liking Jake when there was no logical reason for why he couldn't. I stood up from the table. I was looking forward to having a good weekend. Looks like that plan went straight down the drain.

"You have never liked any of my boyfriends! And I can understand why you want the best for me because I'm your daughter, but you need to actually open your eyes. There is no reason why you shouldn't like him. He's not perfect, he never will be, but I will never find anyone more amazing than him. Why don't you try looking at it from my point of view since I've already tried looking at it from yours."

"You know what? Jake isn't allowed to come into this house ever again! If I see him I'll call the police for trespassing. You're lucky I'm not making you break up with him." Tears came to my eyes as I stormed up the stairs, into my room, and flung myself onto my bed. I feel like I have this "conversation" at least once a week, except my dad has never done anything like that before. I'm so sick of it. I hated fighting with my dad, it hurt me probably more than it hurt him. I just wish he was more open minded like mom. Her and I don't agree on everything, but she always makes sure to look at it as if she were in my position. I texted Jake and asked him if he could me meet at Starbucks. He said yes. I got ready very quickly, grabbed my keys and tip-toes down the stairs. I could hear my parents talking about the argument we just had, and thankfully, my mom was acting in my defense. I caught a glimpse of Sam playing in the living room who was looking right at me. I held my finger up to my mouth in a shh motion and slipped out of the house. I ran to my car, started it, and drove to Starbucks. Once I got there, I saw Jake leaning against his car. He was dressed in dark red jeans, a black jacket, white vans, and he had his sunglasses on. When he saw me he instantly smiled and put his glasses on top of his head. I was surprised when he hugged me tightly like he hadn't seen me in months.

"Are you ok?" I asked him. He just shrugged, took my hand, and we went into the coffee shop. After we ordered, we picked a table and sat down with our food and drinks.

"So why did you want to come here?" he asked me. I thought about how I should tell him about the fight I had with my dad regarding him.

"Well my dad and I had a little fight this morning."

"About what," he questioned.

"You," I stated simply as I took a sip from my coffee and avoided making eye contact. I finally looked at him. He was staring at me.

"W-what did you guys say?" I thought for a minute about how to put it. I tried to act like it wasn't a big deal.

"Oh you know, my mom brought you up as the subject during breakfast. Did I mention she loves you? Well anyways, my dad made a negative comment about you, I argued back in your defense, obviously," I took a bite from my sandwich and looked at a frozen Jake. "I got kind of mad at him, said some stuff I shouldn't have, and ya know, he may have sorta kinda banned you from ever coming back to the house. Like ever again." He blinked a couple times and just stared at me. He tried to talk but no words came out. I took his hand from across the table and said,

"I'm sorry. He just made me so mad and was talking like you were a horrible person and I couldn't just let him say that stuff so-" he cut me off with a kiss. I was very surprised at his reaction. 

"Thank you," he said.

"For what? I just got you and Liz banned from your safe place!" He gave me a small smile.

"I don't care about that. I'm just happy that you defended me, which probably took guts. You are one of the few people that have ever cared about me enough to do that. And don't worry about me and Liz. I got other safe places just as good as your house. We'll be fine." I nodded. I'm just so glad that he wasn't mad and that him and Liz had somewhere else to go.

"I love you," he told me. I will always blush no matter how many times I hear him say it.

"Love you too." I scooted over to his bench and leaned into his side. We sat in comfortable silence for a while until I had a thought.

"Where are we going to meet now? Like in Private?" He let out a sigh.

"You can't really come to my house when anyone's home and I definitely can't go to yours, so-"

"Wait a minute," I said as I sat up. "Do you still have that old tree house-fort thing in the woods behind your house?"

"Yeah. I guess we could go there but it might take a while to clean up."

"Well that seems like our best option right now." I said. Then Jake smirked and looked down at me.

"Oh no. What's that look for?" He kissed me.

"No reason. Just had an idea." I looked at him suspiciously. After all the years I'd known him I still could never figure out what he was thinking when he had "an idea."Suddenly, I got a text from my mom.

Mom- U better get ur ass home before ur dad finds out. XOXO  I smiled at how she always looked out for me. I showed Jake the text and he nodded. We cleaned up our stuff and headed to my car. I turned my back to it and faced Jake.

"Well, I guess I'll see you Monday," he said. I pulled him in for a hug.

"That's too long," I mumbled against his chest. He laughed and suddenly his eyes lit up.

"Next week should be fun, though," he said.

"Um, why?" He rolled his eyes.

"You're joking right?" he asked me dead serious. I shook my head.

"It's your birthday week! And I'm going to make it the best week of your life," he smiled as he tilted my chin up to face him. I couldn't help but burst out grinning. This boy seriously did not forget anything.

"I haven't planned a birthday party yet though." I informed him. That just made him even happier.

"Leave that to me, baby." he kissed me goodbye and walked to his car. I got into mine and started my drive home. I was excited, but mostly nervous for what kind of "birthday party" he was going to plan.


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