Merry Christmas! Here is something to brighten up your day (that was sarcasm)
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Joe's POV
I wake up and run to my window, is it white and snowy, it is white and snowy! I knew it would be, because it started snowing a few days ago and never stopped. I sink to the ground and remember what two days ago was, that was the day after Kevin got arrested.
Who is going to run down the stairs with me to look through our stocking before everyone wakes up? Who is going to shake all the presents and try to figure out what they are? Who is going to remember one last present that needs to go under the tree and hurry to get it wrapped? Nick is dead, Kevin is arrested, and Frankie is nine. Frankie is nine.... and full of Christmas spirit.
"Frankie! Frankie!" I go running to his room. He is still fast asleep, I take a running jump onto his bed, "IT'S CHRISTMAS!" I yell, jumping up and down on his bed.
Frankie rolls over and mumbles something about a few more minutes, "But its Christmas," I pout.
"Christmas... Christmas... PRESENTS!" Frankie comes to realization and jumps out of bed. We run down the stairs two steps at a time and into the family room where the fire place is. We each grab our stocking and are about to dump it onto the ground, when someone stops us.
"No you don't," Dad says, standing in the doorway.
"What?" Frankie and I whine.
"We are taking everything, including the presents, down to the jail for Kevin," he says.
"Even the tree?" says Frankie, wide eyed.
"Not the tree stupid.... uh I mean... silly." I say, getting the glare from Dad for using 'stupid' in front of Frankie
After everyone, and everything is in the car we drive silently to go visit Kevin. We start putting the presents under the tree in the jails common area where friends and families can meet with those behind bars. The room is very large, and very un-Christmasy with only a tree with minimal decorations and a Happy Holidays sign above the door. A few other pieces from other holidays, Hanukkah, Kwanzaa, Quaziggyziggyzan. Seriously, there are a few things from holidays I don't even recognize. Each one is set in a separate corner, but we are the only ones here today.
"Hello Mr. and Mrs. Jonas," Mr. Vister says, walking in the room.
"Hello," my dad says.
"When you are ready we will let Kevin out to celebrate with you, you have an hour until the next family has reserved a spot," Mr. Vister says.
"Sure, we are almost done," Mom says, putting one last present neatly under the tree, "Joe dear, why don't you and Frankie pull some chairs," she says. Frankie and I do as she says and start to pull some of the fold up chairs over from the tables and align them in a circle around the tree.
I look at the chairs and count, one, two, three, four, five, six, one more, I walk to get one more chair, and then I remember, Nick isn't coming.
When Kevin comes out he looks sad, but his face brightens when he sees us. Mom is glad to see that his hair is combed and his face cleaned. He has handcuffs on, but Mr. Vister takes them off, "my Christmas present to you," he says, but I can't help notice that he double checks the locks on the door. He has to stand in the corner and watch us, but I can tell he is doing his best not to listen.
After hugs all around we settle down to opening presents. The joy of each present is there, the hugs when someone gives the perfect gift, and when they give a bad gift. But everything is all wrong. We are not snacking on homemade cookies that mom made the night before, I keep waiting for Nick to go pick a present up, but he never does, The tree is so dull and not decorated with any of our ornaments, the chairs are uncomfortable and there is the dreaded feeling I have had since Nick died. But it's Christmas and I can't help but smile and be filled with joy, at least half filled with joy.
"Why didn't Santa just bring the presents here?" Frankie asks innocently.
"Because Santa was busy and didn't know we were going to have Christmas here," Danielle tells him.
"I don't like Christmas here," Frankie states, "it smells bad."
That pretty much sums it up Frankster.
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Murdered (A Jonas Brothers Scream Story) Chapter 46by JonasHouse09298 views
@FYIILNJ ikr! ur writing plays with my emotions! love it :)
futuremrsjoejonas210 1 year ago
wow merry christmas uhh i have to go stop my brother from going into the living room
pokemonwarrior10134 2 years ago
luuv it post soon plz..!!
nickjonas500 2 years ago
"I keep waiting for Nick to go pick a present up, but he never does, ", i gotta admit. a tear almost fell down my cheeck. you're an amazing writer.
FYIILNJ 2 years ago
thank you! happy christmas eve!
almost cried "I look at the chairs and count, one, two, three, four, five, six, one more, I walk to get one more chair, and then I remember, Nick isn't coming."
FYIILNJ 2 years ago