The letter (Tallulah)

I look at the back of my hand, holding it up to the moon. I let the beautiful veil of moonlight trace the outline of my outspread fingers before slowly letting my arm drop, hearing a hollow sort of clunk when it hits the wooden fence I'm sitting on.
Where was Jack? Surely, he should have been back by now... The last time I had seen him... I hadn't known he was going to leave so quickly after. The worse part is, I hadn't realized how hard it would be, seeing Jacks mother worry and his father vomit over and over, and know I knew where he was. Of course, when they asked if I knew anything, I simply found an excuse not to answer. My heart felt sort of empty, it was sad yet, mysterious in it's own way.
I fiddle with a puece of my ginger hair, focusing on twisting it slowly between my fingers. My hair had grown, I could tell. It was longer than when I first met Jack. Speakig of which, I'm wearing a similar dress to when we had met. Not quite the same yet, familiar.
I'm brought to my senses when I heard a voice beside me. I jumping a little, I grip both hands to the fence, holding on as not to fall off. I can't believe I didn't hear his footsteps coming behind me, it's strange, I usually notice stuff like that.
Climbing down, I nod silently, glancing down only to make sure I hadn't snagged my dress on anything. "I was thinking." I don't say what about, though. I rather not tell him Jack was on my mind as usual. It's kind of embarrassing. I follow my father inside, dancing after on the toes of my feet. "So, what's going on... Why do we need to talk." I ask, a little curious and suspicious.

At first, I'm expecting news of anything but what I read. But, that's what sets off my tears. That I was right. Hot liquid summons itself up, forming as watery glass on my eyes. My throat tightens and I slouch back in my chair.
This has to be a joke. It's a joke, right? Right?! Jack was my knight in shining armor. He wasn't severly injured; RIGHT?! What kind of sick practicle joke is this?! Jack wasn't hurt!
But, somewhere in my mind, as my knuckles whitened hence me gripping my chair, I knew Jack needed help and this was not a joke. Jack was in trouble.
"Yeah. He's my boyfriend, dad." I say, avoiding my fathers look at all cost. I never really shared this stuff with my dad. Everything was going to be okay. Jack was going to be taken care of. Tapping my thumb and pinky together on both hands, I keep my eyes down. "I says Jack needs help." I have mo doubt he's read it. "So, what are you planning to do? I'm going for Jack, no matter what you say, you can come or not." This is the part where I seem stubborn but, really, I'll back down the moment my dad says no in it.

OOC: sorry, I was trying to post but I was falling asleeeeeeeep Dx

Offended by my father, I snap back at him. "He was doing his job and he was doing a lot better than you could ever do with a horse." I stare defiantly into my fathers eyes, hoping that would fly. Obviously, he doesn't want to let it go.
What an asshole, I dig my fingernails into my palm. I seemed to do that a lot, I couldn't quite tell anyone whom asked why I did it, I just did when I was angry. And, right now, I was quite mad. What right in hell gave my father the right to insult Jack? Obviously my father thought highly of himself. "Maybe if you did some stupid work for once, you wouldn't have to meet the damn family, nether the less see them. But, no! You just HAVE to get yourself drunk, instead, don't you!?" I more or less yell.
I was so close, SO close to snapping at my dad, who decide to pace, I mean what the hell? How does that solve your problems... But, his smile stopped me. It froze me in my place, just standing up from my seat. I stared at him, trying to figure out what he was thinking. Malicious thoughts? No, the smile was to gentle. Was he planning to attack me? No, he was showing signs of weakness.
Look at me, analyzing my father like he's prey. Is this what I've become? No matter, I focus on his mouth, which twitched upwards. I feel a slow, but steady soft smile pull the the corners of my mouth. "It must have taken a long while for this mail to arrive here. Jack could be here, back any minute, I have to see." With that, I stand up and walk over to the door.
It was slightly chilly outside, so I grab a black wool jacket, I think it was too big for me, but, I'm proven wrong once I open the door, slipping it on. It is WAY too big for me.It hangs down to around the bottom on my dress. The sleeves sort of hang off my hands but, I push them back to my elbows. Without another word, I start out the door. If he didn't appear tonight, I would wait until tomorrow. I would wait a long long while for Jack.

OOC: Sadly, more homework etc. is piling up, I won't be as active, still... But, I definitely won't forget you.
Shes 15* btw

I run down the steep hill, trying not to trip over my own feet or the rocks scattered, making up the large path we call a road. My hands are up by my shoulders and I can feel my dress sway everytime I slid a little, the rain that had started slowly patting down my hair. For some reason, beyond my knowledge of nature, the rain had started after I ran out of the house, as if on que to signal my search for my boyfriend.
I stop for a minute, worn out shoes sliding about a centimeter, rocks shooting out and tunbling down, making scattering noises and clashing against eachother coming to a stop. I reach into my pocket. I feel a cool, hard roundness, a few of them actually, and I pull them all out. About seven or eight coins. That would last me a while if I used it correctly.
After what I said to my father, I didn't want to return home anytime soon. He might even yell at me and get mad at Jacks family. There was no way in hell I was going to let my father hur the feelings of that family. My mind wanders off to the number of times I've been to the Lexington household. The warm family that acts more like one than my own family. The first time I went over and heard Jacks parents say he talked about me... Cooking with his mother, her stews scent filling my lungs, after breathing it in.
My thoughts had seemed to drag me off, I was now just running into the town. The old buildings seemed to sway against the grey sky. The rain was a bit harder. I shove the coins back into my pocket and, once again, push the sleeves up on my oversized black jacket that was actually really thin. I should have taken my time choosing a better coat... But, I refuse to go home until I see Jack.
Something stabs my heart and I lean over, stopping dead on the sidewalk. It litterally hurt to think of Jack, knowing I couldn't reach out and touch him, hold him or kiss him, even. The way he looked at me, his smile, every flaw and every perfection about him, made him the person I loved most. I started running again, puffing for air a bit. My wet hair pasted against my cheeks as I squeezed my eyes shut. I love you, Jack... I thought, trying to reach him but, obviously, it wouldn't get to him. This wasn't a fairy tale, this was reality and, I couldn't just wish for him back. We had to work.
I wonder what he's thinking about...
I stumble, and fall over onto the brick wall, hitting it and slidding down, water soaking my dress. I lift my hands. They look abit raw with wound and scraped but, they're fine. They sting. Stand up and start walking, rather, as a fast pace. I felt desprate but, it had been too long. Way too long since I had seen him. I needed to tell his parents... They would be just as madly worried as I was at this point. Only, they didn't know where he went. I did.

OOC: I had some free time

"I see Storms doing better" I mumble through my teeth. I wasn't mar, just freezing. I wrap myself up in a blanket that Mrs. Lexington offers me, it's so smooth yet, even against my cold fingers, warm at the touch. I squeeze my eyes shut and pull the blanket closer, as if somehow that would make Jack come back. I shove my matted hair offy face, burrying my nose in the blanket, where I crumple it up in my fists and inhale pure blanket.
The tapping of my feet on the Lexington households floor echos down the hall as I follow Mrs. Lexington. "I know where he went... Not where he is, sorry." I whisper to her even if she can't hear me. I turn into the room where Jacks father is. And, almost turn out. The man looks like he can't even sit up without getting a head ache now. Pale get, muscular looking, he looks kind of pained. I was never told just what he has.
I don't change clothes until I'm in Jacks room, away from the choas downstairs where Jacks dad is now puking into a bucket. It makes my stomach churn in fear. The way he couldn't even throw up food anymore, just the acid of his stomach, made me was to hide under the covers lying ontop of Jacks mattress bed.
I pull over my head, one of Jacks white shirts. it's loose on me, the collar falling cautiously low for someone with my style of clothes. I remind myself to keep that up. I pull on some of his shorts, too. The shirt is way too big on me and the pants are just slightly oversized but, Jack is older than me, taller than me and, I'm practically a twig. It makes sense. I can smell Jack in these clothes and I close my eyes, taking it in. Damn, I missed him. A lot...
When I walk downstairs, I'm prepared to talk to his parents.