Chapter Two - Get Me The F**K Out Of Here
Two days after the funeral, I traveled back to school. I genuinely didn't perceive that the first day I would go back to school to be one of the greatest days of my existence. That morning I was running late to the bus, and Jason was drunk the night prior. On my way to my first period, I noticed my best friend, Jessica. I had barely any allies, the particular friend that I had was Jessica, I hung out with her a lot after school, trying to stay abroad from Jason. I also exposed some secrets that Jason wanted me to hold from everybody else at the school. He didn't know that Jessica already knew many other things that he has done to me. During lunch I spoke to her about the circumstance that developed the night prior, she responded, "Wow, I can't believe he would do such a thing like that to you."
The night prior, Jason aimed a beer bottle in the vicinity when I was in my room listening to music.
He said, "You son of b*tch, you're just like your mother. Just wanting to keep away from me... I'm your father and I can tell you what to do, where to go, what people to see... If I see you hanging out with that Jessica girl ever again, I will ground you for a month and you will get lick with the belt 5 times each day, do I make that CLEAR!" He repeated, "DO I MAKE THAT CLEAR, Emily Cheyenne Jenkins?"
I replied, "Yes... I mean yes sir."
"Well... Do you see this?" He asked, holding my Billie Joe Armstrong poster in his hand.
"This will be you when once, I see you with that Jessica girl," he said tiring up my Billie Joe Armstrong poster in half.
I noticed a teacher walk up to the table, "Hello, Emily, I'm sorry for your loss. Your mom would have wanted you to have this," the teacher declared, handing me a red envelope which had my name on it.
The teacher walked away, then Jessica demanded, "What do you think is inside?"
I responded, "I don't know. It looks like we are going back to class, I'll text you later," I responded walking into the line the class was forming.
Whenever we arrived back in class; I crammed the envelope in my backpack.
A few hours later, I reached home from the bus. I detected something was going on outside; the police were there. I spotted an officer walking pass me, speaking to Jason, handcuffed,"... You have the right to an attorney, and it will appoint if for you. If you waive these rights and talk to us, anything you say may be used against you in court..." The police officer put Jason in the car and then drove off.
One police officer named, Miranda, informed me to gather my belongings and to get into the police car. I had a feeling that I should bring the red envelope which was provided to me earlier.
Also, I grabbed: some clothes, pillow, toothbrush/toothpaste, CDs, and placed them inside my suitcase.
"Hi, sweetie, we will take you to the police station for the night," Miranda said while I was sitting down in the passenger seat.
We sped to the police station, I was deciding maybe I should open up the envelope. I sat down in a chair, I decided I wished to open the envelope. I opened the envelope, hearing the paper shredding. I noticed a...
Adoption papers? Why would I have adoption papers? I scan the papers; it read:
Child's First Name:
Emily
Middle Name:
Cheyenne
Last Name:
Jenkins
Child's Date Of Birth:
05/10/2004
State Of Birth:
Washington, Seattle
Sex:
Female
Mother
First Name:
Lynn
Middle Name:
Cheyenne
Last Name:
Jenkins
Father
First Name:
Christian
Middle Name:
Mike
Last Name:
Jenkins
Adoptive Parents:
Billie Joe Armstrong
Adrienne Armstrong
New Name After Adoption:
Emily Cheyenne Armstrong
Final Date Of Decree:
03/07/2020
I noticed that the "Final Date Of Decree" was tomorrow. I looked at adoptive parents, again I was in disbelief, this had to be a typo. I noticed their phone number was on there. It filled me up with anxiety. I called the number, and I heard an answer it sounded like Billie's voice,
"Hello. Hello? How did you get this number?" Billie asked groggy, panicking about who gotten his phone number.
I was scared, had extremely horrible anxiety. Is he going to get mad at me? Is going like me? I thought, it kept coming up into my mind over and over again.
"Hi. I'm Emily and eh... uh... Found adoption papers..." I heard Billie gasp.
"Oh god, why didn't Lynn tell ya tomorrow?" Billie answered worried.
I started crying," She died from breast cancer last week."
Billie sighed, "Oh sh*t, I didn't know, I'm so sorry. What about that stepdad, Jackson, Jason, I don't know?"
I replied, "He got arrested this afternoon, I'm up at the police station."
"Well since you are just sitting do you want to talk to mom, I mean Eighty?" Billie asked.
"Sure. Are you guys going to pick me up?" I asked.
"Hey, Emily, we will see what we can do, okay," Billie said optimistically.
"Here's Eighty... I'll talk to ya later," Billie said handing the phone to Adrienne.
"Hello, Emily. I heard about Lynn and Jason. It seems sad, doesn't it? Well, are you going to school tomorrow?" She asked concerned.
I replied, "No, probably since I'm up here,"
I texted Billie and Eighty for hours.
I showed Miranda the adoption papers, "Honey, WE WILL TAKE care of that from here, since, they will adopt you, we'll contact your school and withdraw you from here," she said smiling.
The last thing I remember is falling asleep in the chair that night.