Chapter 6: I'm his girl now
When I woke up, I was in bed alone. I smiled and got out of bed. I opened my white curtains and the sun was shining brightly on me. This morning was warm. All I had on was a white lace tank top and white lace panties. I hardly ever wore anything around the house. I walked out into the living room and stared at Tristan. He was laying on my couch looking back at me.
"When I said I wanted to spend the night, I meant in the bed with you."
"Well…we’re not together so…." I shrugged and walked into the kitchen. I went to the refrigerator and took out the milk. "What if we were?" He asked leaning against the counter. I looked up at him.
"Excuse me?" I asked.
"What if I told you to be my girlfriend?" He said smirking. I shrugged although I wanted to jump up and down excitedly. "What would you say?" He asked.
"I’d probably say yes." I said. Tristan nodded.
"So are you saying yes?" He asked.
"Are you…..asking me?"
Tristan bit his lip and sighed. "I don’t want you to fuck anyone else. And I want you to be mine so….yes, I’m asking you to be mine."
I hid my wide smile. "Alright, I’m yours then." I said. Tristan smiled. "We’re not going to be one of those cutesy couples that tell each other we love each other every five seconds." He said.
"What kind of couple will we be then?" I asked.
"The kind that will do something new in bed every night. We don’t cheat on each other and we drink and smoke together. And we don’t have to let everyone know we’re together."
"I’ll tell my mom and my best friend eventually." I said as I grabbed a bowl. I grabbed the box of captain crunch and poured it into the bowl. Then I poured the milk in and grabbed a spoon.
"So do we get to meet each other’s parents?" I asked. Tristan shrugged. "Yeah, my mom and dad are completely insanely in love. But….they’re good people. My real mom put me up for adoption and I moved in with this couple. April and Daeton Jorners."
"Well shouldn’t your last name be Jorners?"
"I changed my last name when I became eighteen."
"And how old are you now?" I asked.
"24." He answered. He came over to me, lifted my spoon from my bowl and took a bite from my cereal. When he put the spoon down, he kissed me.
"I got to go to class soon." I said. Tristan shook his head. "Skip it."
"My dad will be pissed." I said.
"Aren’t you mad at him?" He asked. He had a point. I didn’t feel like going anyway. "Good point."
"My month vacation is over. I have to go back to work today."
"What do you do?" I asked.
"Irrelevant, Jenna." He said. I sighed. "I want to know."
"I’m an accountant." He said. I nodded. "For how long?"
"Do you really care about that?"
"Not really. Just making conversation." I said. He smirked. He took my face in his hands and kissed me. His tongue teased mine and his hands went to my hips and he lifted me onto the counter. As soon as he began taking my tank top off, someone knocked on my door. "Fuck." Tristan whispered. I pushed him away and hopped off the counter. I grabbed my robe from the coat rack. I know, a lame place to put it. I slipped it on and opened the door.
It was my dad.
I sighed and turned slightly. Tristan was standing right behind me. "I’m sorry, I didn’t realize you had company." dad said.
"Tristan this is my dad, the guy that kidnapped my mom when she was sixteen. That guy."
"Come on, Jenna." Dad said.
"I’ll be…..upstairs." Tristan said. He turned and walked away from us. Dad stood there staring at me. "You’re not going to invite me in?"
"Okay, I know I pissed you off extremely but just let me explain." He said. I slowly stepped aside to let him in the house.
He walked in and I closed the door. He sat down on the couch and ran his fingers through his hair. I sat on the other couch and stared at him. "You can explain now."
He looked at me and nodded. "My dad, well, your grandfather, is the one who started it."
"Started what?" I asked.
"The business. Kidnapping girls and selling them."
My eyes grew wide. "Selling them?"
He nodded. "Selling them for money. I owned a house filled with girls. Teenage girls mostly. And they all had bosses. There were at least six other men and all of us and the girls lived together. And…the men, including me would rape the girls and punish them and….a few have been killed."
"Because some don’t obey. Your mom wasn’t really punished like the others. I think I cared too much about her. The only things I did to punish her was rape her, make her watch one of my friends kill this girl, and watch me rape her best friend. Andrea. The woman she was with yesterday." He said.
"And Andrea was okay with being in the house yesterday?"
"No. She was kind of scared but wanted to see Haley."
"So you were nicer to mom than all the other girls?" I asked. He nodded.
"There was something about her. I hurt her and I will always hate myself for that. I love Haley so fucking much it hurts, Jenna." He said.
"So its over? You two you don’t bring it up anymore?"
"I call her Ginger occasionally. I gave all the girls names and Andrea, her name was honey because of her hair color of course."
"When do you call her that? Just around the house?"
Dad looked slightly uncomfortable. "Also when we’re fu-"
"Okay dad! That’s enough. I got it. I got it." I said. I didn’t want him going any further. Dad doesn’t really care about my age or who I am to him, he says whatever he wants and whatever he feels.
"So, Haley was just at the wrong place at the wrong time. But…she loves me. And I love her. And we put it behind us. I was hoping you can do the same Jenna."
I leaned forward. "I can do that. I can’t forget it but I can put it to the back of my mind."
He nodded and smiled. "That’s all I ask."
I nodded. "Okay, but, can I ask one question?"
He nodded once.
"Were you ever going to tell me?" I asked. He looked me in my eyes and shook his head. "Truthfully, Jenna, no I wasn’t. And neither was Haley."
"It would have just been better off if you wouldn’t have known. But now you do so its too late." He said shrugging.
"So, let’s just pretend this conversation never happened." I said. Dad smiled. "Right and I’m pretty sure, you want me to leave so that you can get back to your…..uh... your guy up there." He got up and began walking to the door.
"Thanks dad." He opened the door and turned to me. He dug into his pocket and brought out a roll of money. "$25,000. Spend it wisely, baby." He put the money in my hand and kissed my forehead. "Oh and….if that asshole puts one hand on you that you don’t like, you tell me and I’ll fuck him up."
"Dad, dad, I got it. He knows not to do that to me. He’s sweet." I said. He nodded. "Take care, honey."
"Alright, bye dad." I said closing the door. Tristan came downstairs smiling. "Well he’s gone."
"Yep." I answered.
Tristan began kissing me but I softly pushed him away. "Hey, I think I’m going to go to class."
"My dad. I can’t just waste his money like that." I said.
"Oh so now you care." He said. I shrugged. "He gave me money. He does a lot for me. So yeah, I care." I said running upstairs.
Tristan followed me. I went to my closet to pick out some clothes. Tristan came up from behind me and picked me up and threw me on the bed. I stared up at him as he got on top of me. "Come on, I have to go." I said.
"And?" He asked while leaning down to kiss me.
"And," He kept kissing me in between words. "And I have to go."
"I don’t want you to." He whispered while keeping my wrists pinned to the bed.
"Don’t be a dick." I said. Tristan chuckled and grinded his cock against me.
"Tristan." I moaned.
"What?" He asked panting. Pleasure was on his face and I could feel him getting hard.
"Stop. I have to go get ready." I tried pushing him off but he got stronger. "Come on, I’m serious." I said forcefully pushing him off of me.
"What the hell is your problem?" He asked.
I got up from the bed. "I just have to go, okay?"
Tristan stared at me as I slipped my robe off. "Don’t you have to go to work?" I asked.
"Not until twelve." He got and came over to me. "And I want you before you have to leave." I turned and looked at him. "And I can’t miss any more classes. What time do you get off work?" I asked.
"Nine thirty. I might as well come over here after work."
"I’m probably going to have to go to Lindsey’s house after work."
"You can give me your key." He said kissing my neck.
"Yes, or I cannot." I said smiling.
"Well then let me pick you up and we’ll go to my house afterwards." I did always want to see his house.
"Okay, well I’ll be leaving her house around ten so, I can just give the address and you can come pick me up." I said.
"Alright. Call me and tell me what it is."
"Alright. I got to get in the shower." I kissed him and then went into the bathroom.
"You don’t mind if I tell him where you live do you?" I asked Lindsey as I was washing dishes at work.
"Of course not. I actually want to meet him."
"No flirting with my boyfriend." I playfully warned her. Her eyes grew wide. "Oooh, you put a label on you two."
"Well he told me that’s what he wanted so that’s what he is."
"So how is he in bed?" She asked.
I didn’t answer.
"Oh come on, I’m your best friend."
I looked at her. "I love sex. Case closed." I said. Lindsey busted out laughing as she nodded. "Yes. You are not innocent anymore. I was waiting for that."
"I don’t know what to say about it. It’s fantastic. Brilliant. Amazing."
"I bet your dad is too." She muttered. I looked at her. "Lindsey, my dad is never going to want you. He’s married to my mom. And he loves the shit out of her. Give it up."
"If your dad slept with me once, he’ll leave her."
Dean walked over to us. "Coming home with me?" Lindsey asked.
Dean nodded. "Yeah, later but I have to see my son first. He’s been acting as bad as your kids." He said. Lindsey rolled her eyes. "Andy is worse than Alicia is. I caught your son jacking off."
"Yeah, once, in his room. He wasn’t just out in the open."
"Can we stop talking about a little boy jacking off and go home please?" I asked. Dean kissed Lindsey and gave her the amount of money she earned for the day and then gave me mine. I placed it in my pocket as me and Lindsey walked out of the diner. Dean locked up and I got into Lindsey’s car with her.
"Did you tell him the address?" She asked. I nodded. She drove over to her house and I stayed and watched her kids for a little while she went to her parents house. They called her and told them they wanted to talk to her about something.
I was braiding one of Alicia's pigtails. "How late does your mom let you stay up?" I asked.
"Nine." Alicia responded while writing in her journal.
"How about ten tonight?" I asked. Alicia turned and smiled. "Yeah! Ten!" She turned and continued writing in her journal.
Me and Alicia stayed up watching Paranormal Activity on Netflix. Jonathan went to his friend's house.
Soon, I heard Lindsey's car pull up into the driveway and the car turned off. And soon the door was forced open. Lindsey walked in and slammed it shut. Her eyes were red with tears and mascara was running down her cheeks. "Go to your fucking room!" She yelled at Alicia.
Alicia quickly got up and ran up the stairs. "Lindsey what's wrong?" I asked. She kicked over a small glass side table and a dark blue vase fell and broke into three pieces.
"Lindsey. Stop it, tell me what's wrong." I said grabbing her shoulders. She shrugged away from me. More tears fell out of her eyes. "My mother has cancer." She whispered.
"Oh honey I'm so sorry." I said trying to hug her. She shook her head. "No I don't want you to be fucking sorry for me. I'm not the one with the goddamn cancer." She said. She walked upstairs. I slowly followed behind her. She slammed her bedroom door closed. I opened it and closed it.
Lindsey was laying in her bed crying hysterically into her pillow. I sat down beside her and soothingly rubbed her back.
"Lindsey, I don't even know what to say." I said. She lifted her head up and looked at me. "I walked into that house and they sat me down and then came out with it. Didn't give me a warning or anything. Just boom. "I have cancer." And then nothing. I mean what the fuck?" She said.
"Well maybe she didn't want to beat around the bush. She wanted you to know. What kind of cancer?"
"Lung cancer. She doesn't know how long she has. She had it before but never told me about it and it went away for a while and then came back. She didn't......" She began crying again. "She didn't tell me. How could she not tell me before?" She buried her head back in the pillow.
"Maybe she wanted to but knew you were going to get upset so she kept it from you."
"Ugh, that's bullshit, Jenna. She should have told me. I'm nothing without her." She whispered.
"It's okay." I said. I couldn't imagine my mother having cancer. I'd probably die inside.