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Here's the long-awaited for chapter 15 from me. I worked really hard on it but I still don't think it's quite up to par. But anyway, I hope you like it.
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JILTED 2:SPIDEY'S REVENGE
CHAPTER 15
"On second thought,"--Jaymi paused for a millisecond--"I think I'll sleep in the recliner." Grinning like a clever fox, he picked up the blanket and pillow from the floor and settled down in the padded comfy chair. "Goodnight Julia."
Julia felt like a bomb had just exploded in her face. What had just happened here? Feeling unsettled, she reached over and turned off the lamp and got under the covers. Her mind was racing just as fast as her heart. Was she actually disappointed that Jaymi hadn't..... That they didn't.....
Of course not! The thought was totally sick!
But why had he acted like he was for all intentions going to r*a*pe her...but then stop? It was like he enjoyed tormenting her. From out of the darkness then came the sound of his soft laughter.
Julia knew he was laughing at her.
She raised up on her elbow. "Go to hell, Jaymi," she responded. She laid back down, snuggling into the soft pillow and wrapped the covers around her.
That night she dreamed of Jaymi's chest and didn't consider it a nightmare.
* * * *
The next morning the two rose early and had breakfast in the hotel dining room. Julia still felt upset and could only stomach a chocolate doughnut and some milk. Jaymi on the other hand, had pancakes, bacon, and eggs, all the time bragging that he was a better cook than the ones at the hotel.
Halfway back to Ridgeland, Julia's cellphone rang. She knew immediately without looking who it would be.
Her mom.
Dreading the confrontation, she flipped the phone open and put it to her ear. "Hi Mom."
"Julia! Where are you!"
"In, ummm Jaymi's car," she answered, watching the scenery zip along.
"Jaymi's car! Why are you with him?"
"We uh just wanted to hang out some."
Her mother's voice hardened with anger. "Cut the bullsh*t, Julia. What the hell is going on?"
"We got married, okay? We went to Las Vegas and got married in some tacky little pink chapel. There, does that answer your questions?"
Jaymi piped up. "And we couldn't be happier."
Julia glared at him. "Shut up!" she hissed.
There was silence on the other end of the line.
"Mom?" Julia asked fearfully. "Are you still there?"
"Oh my God," Mrs. Garrett whispered. "I can't believe you did this. I just can't! Oh Julia. Oh God. I begged you not to do this! I begged you! Don't you know what this will do to your father? This might actually kill him! What if it does? It will be on your conscious forever."
Julia could feel a headache starting due to her mother's rant. "Mom, please. He's not going to die. You're just saying that to make me feel bad."
Mrs. Garrett ignored her daughter's last remark. "How do you know this won't cause a setback for him?"
"I don't!" Julia exclaimed. "But I had to do this. I know you don't understand but I can't help it. Just lay off me, okay? Please!"
Julia thought she could hear some faint sobbing on the other end of the line. She felt a tinge of guilt but pushed it out of her mind. "Have you called the hospital to check on Dad today?" she asked in a more gentle tone of voice.
"I haven't had a chance to call yet," Mrs. Garrett said tightly. "As soon as I saw your note the only thing I could think of was seeing if you were alright and finding out what crazy mess you've gotten yourself involved in. At least...this time it didn't involve murder." She laughed bitterly.
"Mom!" Julia exclaimed, shocked that her mother would be so mean.
"I'm not going to tell your father you did this."
"You're not?" Julia asked hopefully.
"No, I'm leaving that up to you. You keep saying you're an adult...well act like one and tell him about this ridiculous marriage yourself!"
The line went dead.
Julia closed her phone and stared off into the distance, not speaking.
"She didn't take it well, huh?"
"What do you think?" Julia asked sharply.
"She'll get used to the idea. She has no choice." Jaymi paused. "You do know you're moving in with me, don't you?"
"What!"
"Of course. We're married now. How's that gonna look to people, especially to the Sumpters if you run back home to live with mommy? It'll look like a scam, that's what!"
"But this is a scam," Julia stressed.
"Maybe so, but the only way for this to hurt my parents is to have them believe that I've forgiven you. That can't happen if you don't move in with me, Julia."
Julia wrestled with the idea. Finally she said, "Okay, but I still won't sleep with you."
Jaymi sighed in exasperation. "Fine. No sex, I hear you. You can stay in the guest bedroom. But you know...you're really missing out," he said placing his hand on her thigh.
A part of Julia wanted it to stay and the other part wanted to fling it away.
The other part won out.
"Touch me like that again and I'll smash your hand," she threatened.
"That's my Spidey, talkin!" Jaymi cheered her on.
* * * *
An hour later Jaymi arrived at the Garrett's. Julia was glad to see that her mother's car was gone. Probably at the hospital, she assumed. She didn't want to have to deal with her all over again.
Jaymi instructed her to pack a couple suitcases of the things she would need. Julia agreed and got out of the car.
"Julia?"
She turned back around. "What?"
"You don't have to bring any clothes. I mean, it's not a requirement."
She rolled her eyes and headed for the house. Was Jeremy like his brother? Totally obsessed with sex? If he was, did Denise have to put up with it on a daily basis?
Julia found a note stuck to the refrigerator. "Gone to visit Dad. Me and you will talk more later."
Sure we will, Mom, Julia thought sarcastically. She then bounded up the stairs to her room. She drug out two suitcases from her closet and also her most favorite skateboard. As she began packing, she had a strange feeling that this would be the last time she would ever see her room again.
But that was crazy. This marriage wouldn't last and she would be back home before she knew it! As she was walking out the door, she glanced up at the wall at her Ryan Sheckler poster. She couldn't bear to leave it behind. She took it down and rolled it up carefully. Who gave a damn what Jaymi would think! Ryan was the love of her life not him!
* * * *
When Jaymi pulled into the driveway of his house, he noticed Julia looking pale. "Brings back memories, doesn't it?" he jeered, thriving on her discomfort.
Julia stayed silent. She fidgeted and was beginning to have trouble breathing. She had moderate asthma, a condition that had developed after her and Denise's killing spree. Jaymi got her suitcases out of the trunk. As they went up the sidewalk, the flashbacks began:
......"Julia!" Mrs. Sumpter exclaimed in surprise. "Come in! How are you sweetheart?"
.....Julia stepped inside and gave Mrs. Sumpter a hug. "I'm doing okay...I guess. Is Jeremy up for visitors?
......"Sure, he's in his room. Go right on in." Mrs. Sumpter smiled at the girl then headed for the living room.Jaymi unlocked the front door. "Are you alright?"
"Yeah," Julia said, not meeting his eyes as she fought back tears.
"Well, here we are," he said as they crossed the threshold. "Home sweet home."
"Home sweet hell, more likely," Julia grumbled.
She had been in the Sumpter house several times before. As they passed through the kitchen and living room, nothing seemed to be any different. Same curtains, same furniture, same carpet. The house seemed to be a shrine to the way it was four years ago when the Sumpters actually lived here and Jeremy was alive.
"Come on," Jaymi urged her as he headed down the hallway.
She knew where he was going. What was down that hallway. Her vision began to darken.
.....She paused outside his open door. Jeremy was stretched out on his bed on the phone. Julia gave the door a quick knock.
....."Julia, hey!" he said, hanging up the phone.
......"Hi Jeremy." Jaymi pushed his bedroom door open. It creaked eerily. Something it had never done before. Good haunted house effect, bro, he thought, knowing Jeremy was behind it.
Julia began to shake her head. "I'm not going in there."
Jaymi's face twisted with rage. "Yes, you are!"
"No, I'm not! And you can't make me!" she cried, turning and running back the way she came.
Jaymi threw the suitcases down. Within seconds, he had caught up with Julia. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he pushed her stumbling back down the hall. "Don't you want to see your handiwork? You were so proud of it that day. Remember?"
Julia was crying openly now. There was no way she could fight it any longer. Jaymi flipped on the light. The room lit up, exposing the hardwood floor and the huge bloody stain on it that never quite came out. Jaymi always kept the stain covered with a rug but had purposely pulled it back for her benefit.
He pushed her down on the floor, holding her face just inches above it. "Look at it, Julia! There it is! All I have left of the brother I never met! A few bloody boards. That's all...that's all I have left," he said softly.
He released his grip on her as an abrupt mood change seemed to overtake him. As Julia huddled on the floor crying, Jaymi calmly began a commentary about the room. "I've kept everything just the way it was. The same posters, books, even his computer."
Jaymi sat down at Jeremy's desk and flipped the monitor on. The screen saver that came up was a picture of Cameron Diaz in a bikini. "Haven't changed a thing," he said. "Even this. Jeremy wouldn't want me to change it. To change it would mean to forget about him. And I'll never do that."
The sound of Julia's sobs mingled with harsh wheezes seemed to penetrate Jaymi's ears. He looked at her and smiled but it wasn't a kind one. He got up and flopped on the bed.
"This is Jeremy's bed too. He was laying on it like this when you came in here, right?" But he was on crutches because your psycho b^tch sister stabbed him with a knife. Luckily, I still have them. Julia, hand me the crutches out of the closet."
Julia had had enough of his abuse. She was in a full-fledge asthma attack at that point and her husband was doing absolutely nothing to help her. She needed her inhaler badly. She staggered to her feet. "You're crazy!" she gasped.
Julia bolted into the hallway and picked up the purse she dropped during her skirmish with Jaymi. She rummaged through her bag searching for her inhaler. Nearly blinded by her tears, it was hard to see inside it.
She wouldn't stay in this house. Not if Jaymi was going to treat her like this and subject her to his mental torture. She could so easily get this ridiculous excuse for a marriage annulled. Since they hadn't had sex, it wasn't a real marriage anyway.
Suddenly, Julia stumbled. The strange thing was...before she fell she felt the pain. It was like an invisible fist reached out and punched her. She landed hard on the floor. She lay there, stunned for a moment before reaching up and touching her nose.
Blood was gushing from it.
"Oh sh*t!" she moaned. Was her nose broken? Just from a fall on the stupid carpet? What had tripped her? She crawled to her knees and looked over her shoulder.
There sitting in the middle of the hallway was a basketball.