Screaming and Crying

"Parker, please. Just talk to me. Call me back." I sit in the hallway right in front of Jamie's room. It's already one in the morning and it's pitch black outside.

Jamie has been calling Parker since he left the house. It's been hours and I know she's called him at least 50 times.

I hear her call him again and it goes to voicemail again.

"You know what? Fuck you, Parker! Don't call me back." She hangs up once again and paces around her room. I hear her growl in annoyance. She calls back just to be sent to the voicemail again. "I didn't mean what I said in the last voicemail. I'm sorry."

It's a continuous cycle of Jamie being sad and angry. She calls him to tell him to call her, then she gets mad and tells him to fuck off, and then she calls back again to apologize for the last voicemail. It's a repeating pattern and it's making my head ache and boil.

I can hear her throw herself onto her bed once again and scream into a pillow. She cries and the sound of it sends a pang through my chest.

"Jamie, just let me in," I ask her for like the thousandth time.

"Just leave me alone, Spencer," she yells from inside her room. I stay silent outside her bedroom as I hear her dial Parker again.

Everyone inside the house is sleeping. Grant was worried about her, but he couldn't stay up because the little guy has school tomorrow. Nick was willing to beat up Parker for Jamie but I told him it wasn't necessary, so he went off to his room. Frank brung some dinner up to Jamie and that's the only time she opened her room door. I told my mom not to worry, I could handle it because she was tired from work.

David went home after I told him I had to take care of Jamie and that we could meet up tomorrow. I could tell he was a little aggravated, but I promised that we would get something done tomorrow.

I sigh under my breath and get off the floor. I go downstairs to the kitchen to find some snacks to eat since I might be outside Jamie's room for awhile.

My eyes scan over a batch of cookie dough. Maybe she'll let me in if I make cookies. She did open her door for food.

Doesn't hurt to try.

The oven preheats as I roll the cookie dough into little balls. I add extra chocolate chips. I lay them on a pan and throw them into the oven. I sit up at the kitchen counter and decide to take a little nap while the cookies bake. I set a timer to make sure I hear when they're done.

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"Spencer! Spencer, wake up!" I'm shocked awake from someone violently shaking my shoulders.

"Huh," I ask as I rub my tired eyes.

"What the hell were you thinking," I here an angry Jamie, as she slams a pan down on the counter in front of my face. My eyes scan over the burnt cookies in the pan. "I could smell burnt cookies all the way from my room. You interrupted my crying session!"

I look up at a red faced Jamie. Her eyes are also red from all her crying, she has a snotty nose, her green hair is a mess, and bags hang under her eyes.

I can't help, but get boiled with rage.

"Well, good! I'm tired of this crying," I yell at her, throwing the burnt cookies into the garbage. "Look at that. Beautiful cookies wasted. It's three in the freaking morning, Jamie. I'm tired!"

She goes silent and stunned as I yell. I haven't slept in almost two days. Don't blame me for being grumpy.

"We knew this was going to happen, Jamie. Sooner or later Parker was going to question why you kept pushing him away. Now it's done and we need to move on to what's next. No more sobbing over spilled milk," I tell her sternly.

"You want me to just forget about him? I can't do that, Spence. I love him," she says, blubbering in tears again.

"That's not what I meant," I tell her, pulling her into a hug as she cries into my chest. "I know you love him and I would never ask you to give up on this relationship."

"Then what did you mean?"

"You give him the time he needs to cool off, while you figure out if you want to tell him. You love Parker and I know he loves you too. It hurt him that you wouldn't talk to him especially when he knew you were hiding something. It's your choice if you want to take that leap and tell him everything."

"I can't tell him. It'll change how he looks at me and I don't want him to hate me."

"He won't hate you if you tell him the truth. He can never hate you, but your relationship won't work out if he thinks you can't trust him. It'll only lead to bigger problems if you can't trust in each other. If you want move forward, no more secrets." Jamie slides down to the kitchen floor and I follow, not wanting her to be alone.

"I probably look like a crazy person now. I called him like a hundred times," she mumbled under her breath. I chuckle and she joins in on the laughter.

"He loves your crazy ass." She looks over at me and I knock my shoulder against hers. We stay silent for a while, but it isn't an awkward silence. It's peaceful.

Out of nowhere, Jamie jumps to her feet and I can see a wild look in her eyes. A smirk grows on her face.

"What are you thinking," I ask her, hesitantly. "I don't like that look on your face."

"I'm going to go cut off my hair. Want to help?" She smiles in excitement, but my eyes pop out in fear.