Hi! I'm Jean

Jean's POV

When i was three, My mom would always make pancakes for me every meal. That's what dad said, I wouldn't eat any meal if i don't eat Mom's pancake first. She was so sweet and caring and...ambitious. Very ambitious. When i was 5 my mom got her own job and refused to use dad's secondhand car to go to work. "I would rather go to a public transportation than ride that trash" according to her. My dad's job is decent enough to pay for the bills and sustain us until his next pay comes. But my mom is not happy with that kind of life. She's a social climber. She would go back home with her friend riding her home, telling them her newly painted car got hit a week ago and was brought to repair the damage. She always have new friends to give her a lift home. She's an ambitious woman. By the time she had a job at a Real Estate Company, she worked her butt out. Didn't even go home sometimes, just to get promotion and spoil herself. Her time with me is diminished every month, until she doesn't even have time to cook pancakes for me. She always says that she's doing it for me and wanted to give me a grand life one day. She always have business trips in different places, and one of her trip is a one week course. Most of the times it's only three days. She says that it's her biggest partnership to accommodate so far. One week has passed and she came back. She came back with a big smile on her face and said she'll be paid big time. Several days have passed and mom's still busy with her job. I get to play with Mark longer than when she's at home since she have no time with me, i use it as more time with mark. One night after playing in Mark's house, i got home. I saw mom carrying bags, five of it. I stood just behind the door inside the house. I saw dad and mom shouting at each other. Confusion flows inside my innocent brain. Why are they fighting...again? My mom then walked out from dad and saw me. She looks like she's about to cry but instead she hugged me so tight and kissed me in my forehead. She whispered "I'll get you out of here one day okay?" Then she left the house. I followed her with my eyes. She placed all her bags inside her newly bought red car and drove away. I'm sort of used to mom going out for her business trip. I soon then walked to dad. He's crying. I hugged him. "Will she bring me a pony when she returns?" I asked dad. He looked at me then forced a smile, "of course dear, we'll just have to wait for her to return okay?" He replied. He then hugged me. I waited. 13 years of waiting and no mom came back. No mom. Until today, she returned with Clay's Dad.

I slumped into a ball outside someone's road gutter side, then i hear footsteps of running people. I looked and saw Lynn and Mark running towards me. Worry shouting their eyes out. They're quite quick in following me. The stopped in front of me, and I continue to be a human ball. I must've looked so hilarious. After catching breath, they sat at either side of me, than hugged me. "You alright now?" Mark asked. I just slumped there, sniffed and about to respond when i saw Clay. Anger started fill up again inside me. I stood up. Gave quite a shock from Lynn and Mark actually.

"You!-" i shouted. "-Why didn't you tell me that your Dad was the one who stole my mother from my family-" i continued when i saw his face fell down. Sadness wrapped his face. I stopped talking and continue on sniffing. He then replied "I didn't know" then my mood started to cool off. Of course he didn't know, how stupid am i to forget that. He told us that he hadn't been in touch with his father since he left. "And you're not the one who lost a parent that time" he added. Emotions building up in our circle. His face is so downwards that i couldn't see it clearly. All i can see are tears dripping from his eyes to the floor. My conscience had hit my heart so hard that i felt it stopped beating for a second for a second. I then ran to him and hugged him, then he broke into tears, we broke into tears. Tears just like when he learned about his mother's accident. I felt a hand rubbing my back. "I'm sorry" i muttered. We broke the hug. We sat back on the floor and breathed. The night became very chill that we couldn't stand another minute outside. We then got back Clay's house and thankfully their not there anymore. I couldn't handle seeing my mom again twice this day.

Clay then get directly inside his mom's room. We decided to leave after awhile, he must be sleeping inside there again. I felt so exhausted and drained today. All the vents that happened. And for how many times i hugged Clay today. Lynn then drove us back home. Mark and i departed ways back home, which is just facing each other's. As soon as i got inside, i saw dad just preparing the dinner. He quickly got in my place looking so worried. "Are you okay honey?" He inquired. My eyes must still be red and puffed by the event that made me cry hard as hell. I smiled at him and didn't say anything. He didn't push the subject, he knew that i'll tell him what happened tomorrow morning. I'm afraid i can't say this to dad, it'll break his heart into many more pieces. We ate dinner in silence. All i could hear is the television in background and the Spoon and fork tapping the plate. After eating, i soon got up my room and laid my back there. I felt that every joint in my body aches, i feel so tired. The smooth cover of my bed then convinced my eyes to close it. The last thing i remembered is seeing a flying pony with me, as a kid, riding behind it. Dream corporates.

Clay's POV

"Mom?" Jean inquired. Mom? Jean's mom? Where? Then i looked in the direction of the women who, into my deep surprise, suddenly resembles Jean very much. Shit. No, this is not happening. Jean's mom is my Dad's mistress? Oh hell no. Before my mind could process further, Jean is walking out of the house. Everyone was shook to their butt. Even Dad looked somehow confused. I let Lynn and Mark follow her while i talk to my Father first. Rage is rushing. I can feel it pulsing through my veins. "You are a pure evil!-" i initiated with Dad when i was cut by the woman. "He didn't know, we didn't know that my daughter knew you" she said. "We can talk this out and settle thi-" my Dad stated but before he could finish his statement my feet are leading me outside. I received a message from Mark that says "23 Daisy" then my i started running through blocks i turned several lefts and rights before i saw the Daisy Street. I walked slower. Jean sat in the road side to side with Mark and Lynn. Then when i got closer Jean's head lifted and suddenly turned to my direction. She stood up swiftly and shouted at me. "You! Why didn't you tell me that your Dad was the one who stole my mother from my family-" she initiated. Then i couldn't process what she said then, or if she ever said something. Stole. My Dad stole his mother? But i...i lost my Dad too. It rings inside my mind. Stole my mother. Stole. I just stared at the floor, tears dripping down my face without my permission. It hurts deep inside me. Why does it have to be my father? And her mother? Why? Did i do something wrong to deserve this? Our parents was together? All this time? I felt my mouth muttered something that my mind could register. My mind was blocked with thoughts. Then i felt a hug, it shouts my permission of breakdown. I cried, really cried. I cried my broken family out.

We got back home after a few minutes of chilly cuddling outside. I got directly inside my Mom's room. I don't really feel like talking right now, not with Jean exactly. This both gave us the shock we never signed up for. I just sat there, beside my Mother's unconscious body. I just held my mom's hand like always and stared at her. Must've really hurt her heart when Dad left him. Her face looks so tired and...full of misery. Misery that could not be just because of Dad. I know she has problems, but she won't bother telling it to me. But right now, i would love a deep talk with her. Just me and her. I then heard a knock on the door, Mark told me that they'd be leaving and be back tomorrow morning. I nodded and i soon heard Lynn's car, the engine's sound fading away as they got farther. I decided to go upstairs to my room while i have the chance. I think i deserve a peaceful sleep at the very least because of what this day brought me. I got out of Mom's room but then i felt so thirsty and hungry, i realized that i haven't even taken dinner. That devil really ruined my day. I then decided to go to the fridge before i go to bed. I don't want a hungry stomach before going to sleep, some people says it brings nightmare. I've had enough of misery for this day and a nightmare wouldn't be a good contribution to it. As soon as i got at the kitchen i noticed a parchment stuck in the fridge. "Let's talk, dinner at diners' 7:00 PM. Please. — Dad" the note said. I grab the parchment and tore it to pieces. This jerk really has the nerves of a general demon. I then opened the fridge, cooked a couple off eggs just to have something to eat. After eating i climbed to my room and laid. As soon as i laid back the comfort of smooth foam and mattress somehow took away my soul and kept it for safe keeping. I felt so tired. I fell asleep.