Joeie Davenport
Age 16 - birthday 9/30/2008
My earliest memory is with my mom and Jeremy when I was 2-3 years old. Something was wrong with her, probably high, and we had just gotten home. Jeremy was pissed and yelling at her about driving while high. I didn’t know that at the time, I was just upset that Jeremy was upset. And when she started crying, I did too.
Jeremy moved out when I was 3-4, right after he graduated high school and joined the army. I cried every night for him because I missed him so much. He had been the one to take me to and pick me up from preschool everyday. And we went to the park a lot or played together. When he left, I felt like a part of me was missing. Talking to him on the phone periodically wasn’t enough.
When I was 4, Jonnie broke his leg and had to stay home with me a lot. I was in preschool but when I got back, Jonnie was always there ready to play with me. He taught me how to skateboard, right there in the living room. He helped me write letters to Jeremy who was in basic training. He taught me how to spell my name with “ie” like his. It was convenient timing how he was home more often around the same time Jeremy was gone. Even after his leg got better, I was still attached to him. Sometimes he’d take me to band practice with him and I even had a spot on his first EP, screaming along with a song. All of his bandmates adored me.
By the time I started kindergarten, Jonnie had moved out, tired of dealing with my moms shit. And he and Justin got into a big fight when Jonnie kept getting in legal trouble. The house felt quiet with only the three of us. Jonnie still visited me and took me out with him sometimes but Justin didn’t really trust him.
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