part7

Part 7
(How big a star are you?)

    A few minutes later, my mom and dad walked bvack into the room. I was still crying and I guess it wasn't smart of Jonathan to have his arm around me, because my dad really gave him a bad look. "We talked aobut it, and I called the police and told them you're home and safe," my mom said, breaking the ice.
     Then my dad went in and killed it by saying, "I was thinking about teling them about you, and how you kidnapped my kid, but I was thinking more about, how big a star are you?" What was he saying? I was so confused.
     "How big a star I am? So what's the matter?" Jon asked. What a way to answer a question, with a question.
     "I could call the police and the papers and make this a big deal, but I won't do that because..."
     Jonathan cuz him off by saying, "Hey Jessica, why don't you go get your phone number and address, and write them down for me, so I can call you and write you." I looked at my dad.
     "Can he call and write me?"
     "Jessica, go write it down for him," my dad said.
     "Ok." This is ok right? I can write him and he can write me, and the best part is, he can call me. Why did they want me out of the room? I run to the hallway to listen to them.
     "So how much?" Jonathan asked.
     "Well, how much you willing to pay?" my dad asked in a very nice voice.
     "Cut the bull shit. How much? I don't want you telling at her for this later. I don't give a shit about me. Don't treat her badly, because I asked hre to cut school and hang out iwth me. So what, $10,000?" My dad just laughed. "Ok, fine, $50,000." Jonathan was getting angry now.
     My dad was still laughing. "A million?"
     "Do I look made of money for that I should be allowed tokidnap her. Sit how much to buy her?" Jonathan laughed. I can't put him through this. I can't take this. I walked in the room and hand the paper with my phone nunber and address on it to Jonathan.
     "Well, here you go, thanks for today, bye now." I tried getting him to walk to the door, but no luck.
     "Jessica, why don't you get something to eat," Jonathan said. "You didn't eat today." Ok,he knows we ate pizza at his hotel.
     "Let's let your dad and Jonathan work this out," my mom said grabbing my hand, and walked me to the kitchen.
     "Why would you all want him to pay you?" I asked.
     "You're safe, right? He didn't do anything to you, right?" My mom looked scared.
     "He wouldn't try anything!" I snapped. "God, how can you ask that?"
     "I love you, you know that," she said hugging me.
     "Then let me grow up!" I snapped back again.
     "You calling running away grown up?" She is getting a look at what yelling is.
     "I wouldn't have to if I could bring my friends here without feeling stupid." I am getting a look at it, too.
     "You're only 11."
     "What, 11 is too young ot have friends?" I won that.
     "Ok, Jessica. Be an adult," she said laughing. "You'll be a homeless nobody." I laughed, too.
     "Mom, I could have talked to him into kidnapping me, so I would have had it better with him then here in HELL!" I ran into the living room, and Jonathan was on the phone. My dad walked into the bedroom and closed the door. "What is he doing?" I looked at my dad, but he just walked tito the bedroom. So I looked over at my mom.
     "Honey, I am out of this one. Sorry." She would stand behind my dad if he killed someone.
     Jonathan was done on the hpone and he looked at me for a second, then I walked to the door of my room and said, "I can't take this. Sorry. I feel sick. I've got to lay down." I walked into my room and closed the door.

     I woke up and loooked at my clock. It said 8:35pm, and then I saw Jonathan sitting in my chair by my bed. All he could say was, "Did you sleep well?"
     "No, I dreamed this really bad dream," I said. "Oh wait not, that was real. I am sad you had to, well, pay them." I did feel bad.
     "It's ok. I still had fun today. Well, not the getting blackmailed, being called a kidnapper, being yelled at my people I don't even know, and then there is what my mom said." He smiled at me and pulled the cover back over me. "Go back to sleep. I have to be leaving. I asked you mom if I could call and write you and she said yes. I asked to come in here and tell you bye, so... bye." He walked towards the door.
     "Hey, Jon..." I said.
     "What baby girl?" Baby what? Was that calling me a baby or his baby girl? Who cares, I like it.
     "It's not bye, it's see ya later. Right?" I smiled.
     "Right. See ya at 18." He waved and he closed the door.