Lana Pipes

Brightness shot my face. It took me a whole minute to understand that brightness was sunlight. I looked at the wall clock to see the time, but there wasn't any. But the clock is always there in my room. Wait, this isn't my room. I looked down, this wasn't my bed either, nor the sheets and clothes.

I wore a pale pink shirt and blue pants yesterday. But, but, now I am in a yellow shirt and a red sweat pants. Wait, yesterday, I mistakenly came here and fell to the ground. I remember that.

DID I SLEEP WITH THAT CREEP JARO FUCKING BRIGGS?

How? When? And why did this happen?

Panic hit my nerves instantly, I couldn't help but scream in a high-pitched voice.

Suddenly a redhead appeared in front of me out of nowhere. She looked like a twin to the red witch in Game of Thrones. Skinny, a few wrinkles and brown eyes. She gave a weird dead look. "What's up with the scream?" Her cold eyes met mine. It is deadly. Is she upset with me for something or what?

I remember who she was. She was that chick from the bar where she and Jaro had a date. She even helped me play the police siren to make Roger Roach go away. Is she mad at me because her date was kinda disastrous because of me? Which happened a month ago.

"Why am I in these clothes? Where are mine? What are you doing here? What am I doing here?" I spat frustrated.

"You puked on your clothes and Jaro's face. Your clothes are drying up outside. And I can do whatever I want here. What you are doing? That's what you asked at the last, right? You should've asked that yourself before getting hammered and destroying my candlelight dinner here," She said plainly, like a ghost.

She is pissed at me.

"Were you here the whole night?" I asked hesitating.

"Yes, he asked me to take care of you. You are such a mess. You kept moaning and kept making these weird clangs. I don't know why the hell you kept blushing while I was cleaning and removing your dress. Were you imagining me doing something to you or what?" She made a disgusted face.

So, that was all a dream. Thank god. I would never in a thousand lives lay down with that man. "Did you have a sex dream?" She squinted.

"Where is Jaro?" I chirped, hiding my mortification. She rolled her eyes and went downstairs.

I tried to process everything. The reason why I had a nocturnal emission for that scumbag. I hate him from the bottom of my heart. Why did I behave like a moth to the flame in my dream? Maybe? Maybe there is any chance that I might have a little feelings for him?

No. No fucking way. I was just dazzled at that moment. Of course, I did see a lovey-dovey couple at the bar. That might've awakened my estrogen.

"You called for me baby cakes," Jaro taunted, slouching against the wall while entering the room. An adrenaline rush hit me. I pulled myself off the bed instantly and walked over to him, holding for his neck. I pushed him hard against the wall. He was astounded by my caprice and cowed himself in my grip attempting to leeway.

"What is this baby cake?" His lips curved into a wicked smile. Bastard, he is enjoying this.

"Did you try to sleep with me?" I blurted.

"I am not a necrophilia and I most definitely don't wanna have rumpy pumpy with a teenager. Especially when I am blessed with a gorgeous girlfriend." He winked.

I let go of him. That makes sense. As Angelina was also here last night there is no way something could have happened.

"Why did you ask?" His brows furrowed.

"The change in my raiment," I frowned.

"You created a scene last night. You puked a ton," He worded. "Even Angelina had to help me to clean. Why do you always crash in our most romantic moments?" He ran a hand over his raven hair. Oh, that candlelight dinner she mentioned.

"Do I look like I did it on purpose?" My eyes glistened with rage.

"I don't know, you tell me," he pouted, filling the gap between us.

"I am not you." I sputtered turning away from him. That is when I noticed that monochrome painting again. Last time, it was in another room.

"That is my Mom, isn't it?" I questioned pointing my index finger.

"Yes." His expression was unreadable.

"Of course. That's how obsessed with her you are," I laughed with an unknown expression that was difficult to interpret even to me.

"You are seeing this only from one side, while the other side is being hidden," He jerked his chin. I gave the same unknown expression again.

He furiously walked over to his closet and started searching for something. And then he pulled out a book. A fancy book. It had a black cover and a heart carved on it. It's a white heart. He pushed that book into my hands.

"Here, read it," He demanded.

I opened the book, feeling unsure, and found a paper with three hearts in each four corners.

To my Jaro -

You have no idea how riveting you are and how gleeful I am to finally have my love accepted by you. Meet me tonight at the milkshake mixers.

Xoxo

I looked at him, my hands shaking. "Deny it. Deny it that it wasn't your Mom's handwriting," He snapped.

"You could have forged," My voice came out more shaking than I had intended it to be.

He gave me a pitied look. He took that book from me pulled out a photo booth picture and gave it to me to take a glance while I was still unrecovered from the previous shock.

There are four pictures in it. It is my Mom and Jaro. In one photo she is looking at him, laughing and he is looking at the camera. In a second, she wrapped her arms around him, while he was looking at her blushing. In third, she playfully ran her fingers over his hair. And, in the fourth, she kissed him. I threw that in disgust. The photo fell to the ground.

He was staring at me for an answer. "You could have edited or photoshopped," I cried, not willing to believe.

His firm hands grabbed my shoulders, making me look directly into his raven eyes. "Your Mom has issues. Very serious anger issues. She acts without thinking. I don't know if it's a mental illness she suffers or if she does it on purpose. All I know is her actions sabotage others. I am trying to warn you to be conscious. I am begging you to be careful," He pleaded.

"She is my mother, Jaro. All these 18 years she did was love and care for me. Now she is gonna hurt me?" I breathed.

"All that time she did was hurt you. She was the reason your brother Ben got hurt in the chin. He hadn't fallen from the swing. Your Mom pushed him away just because she was in a bad mood. I saw it with my very own eyes, that's the reason why I came here in the first place. Your Mom did hurt Mary. She broke up with me when she got bored. I am certain that she is the reason you got your peanut phobia," He concluded.

I gave him a nasty look. The look is similar to the one I give when I see a hideous insect in a ripe apple.

"Before she transferred to our school, she was in a juvenile school for 6 months. I heard that she cut the ear of her classmate with a mathematical compass. You can search it up," He added.

"Jaro fucking Briggs, my boyfriend broke up with me and my best friend takes a side of a complete cheater over me. Roger is trying to screw me up. That's the reason I buried myself in booze. I am having the worst hangover right now. I appreciate that you let me stay here when I was in not a good position and I am sorry for ruining your date and place," I blast.

"And I don't think I can take any more of your talks. That's the last straw. Please, leave me be." I pleaded folding my hands. I am so broke. Everything is so heavy and unbelievable.

"I am sorry. I had no idea what you were going through. Rest up," He said and left.

Q/A

Q. Do you like going to bars?

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Author's note:

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