Author's Note: I know its been a while since I last updated and every story that's on here that I didn't finish, I will finish except for certain ones. I must let you all know, before you read this story, it'll make 100% more sense to read 'It's not love' and 'The second time around' first!!! Enjoy!!
Chapter 1: Welcome to my life
The street was dark and cold. Same as the thick night air. And although I stepped out for just a few breaths of air, it wasn’t helping. I had to get this drunkenness off because if I didn’t, I would probably lose my mind. I crossed my arms and let my brunette hair fall over my shoulders. I had no choice but to hold my sobs in. I shook my head and wiped my tears.
That moment when you think everything is going to be fine, and then its not…it sucks…a lot.
My best friend, Kendra was just put in the hospital because she got hit by her boyfriend’s car. I always knew that he was bad for her but she told me to back off his case. And so I did but I always felt like it was a mistake. Especially now.
I shut my eyes and swallowed. I should have said something. Anything. Crap.
When they told me to stay here-my dad and my mom did- I opened up a bottle of their champagne and took a nice dark gulp. Got me dizzy within minutes.
My heart felt like it was pumping in slow motion and everything, breathing included has stopped. I stared down at a rain puddle and could make out my pale face in it.
I’m pretty average looking. Gray eyes, round face, pale, full curvy lips and straight nose. My brunette colored hair came down to my mid back. My usual pink lips were turning blue because of the cold.
My dark gray sweater was wrapped tightly around my slim torso. My ripped jeans hugged my waist and descended tightly down my legs, hugging my ankles and the very beginning of my foot. And my black and white converse were hugging my feet.
I let my left shoe swish through the rain puddle at my feet and I looked up at the half moon as it disappeared into dark gray clouds.
I can feel the dizziness wearing off. Thank god.
I let out a low sigh and licked my lips.
I liked being alone. I preferred it this way.
It gave me time to think. Think about what I wanted to do to her boyfriend when I saw him. I wanted to give him a nice right hook. My fist connected right to his chin and boom. A large blow. Huge even.
I’ll get my time. I will.
I’m not a smoker but part of me believes it will calm me down at this moment. I look down the street. Cars pass idly by and I bite my lip contemplating rather I should go back in my hot apartment or stay out here and continue my misery session.
It’s when I turn that I notice a man crossing the street toward me. "Excuse me miss." He says in a chipper voice.
I turn back to look at him. To look at his round face, chiseled chin, pointy nose and blue eyes. His black hair is smoothed down and he gives me a small smile. The man is not attractive. Not in any sense. In fact, he scares me a little.
"Hi." He says. I turn fully to him, not able to say a word.
It’s when he get’s closer that I notice the dark mark covering half his face. I raise my eyebrows. "Hi, can I…uh…help you?"
He breathes deeply. "Oh…you’re just…very breathtaking. May I please…smell you?"
My eyes grew wide. Oh…um? "S-smell me?" I asked. My voice cracks from fear.
He nods. "You look lovely and I suppose you smell…amazingly well. May I please…"
"Uh…no." I said.
He tilts his head and swallows as his smile slowly disappears. "No?"
"Yeah, I said no."
He narrows his eyes and a odd look come on his face. He walks near me and pushes me, using his hands against the building. I stare at him in shock and attempt to push him away, he presses his body against mine and leans close. His nose against my neck. He breathes me deeply, inhaling me.
"Joey!" Says a voice and I turn to see another man coming out of the shadows. I’m too engulfed by fear to say anything. My heart is beating five times per second. The man stepped closer and walked up, his eyes on the man, Joey and he grabbed him by the olive green lapel on his jacket and forced him back. Joey growled in anger as he was pushed back onto the sidewalk.
The man sighed and looked down at Joey. "Get lost, Harrison." He said. I thought his name was Joey. Joey…or Harrison…whoever got up after dusting himself off. He glared at me and then the guy next to me. Then he turned with a scowl and disappeared down the street.
The guy turned to look at me. I noticed his dark, brownish, reddish hair in the streetlight. His golden eyes and his tan skin. His straight nose and perfectly shaped lips. He was dressed in black jeans and shoes. His jacket was black and unbuttoned that revealed a dark gray shirt.
"That was Joey."
I didn’t say a word. Too taken in by his appearance.
He gave me a small smile. "Uh…he’s a mess."
"He asked me if he could smell me." I whispered, still taken in, shocked by what happened and shocked by the look of this…man.
The guy’s expression didn’t change like it was normal. "He was in a mental institution for over nine years." Then he shook his head and shoved his hands into his pockets.
"He should go back." I said.
The man smirked, making his dimples show and looked down at the ground for a second. Then his golden eyes met mine. "Well, it’s a good thing I was here."
"Yeah, it was. Thank you."
"My pleasure." He nodded and shrugged.
I nodded and turned around.
Then I glanced at him again as I opened the door of my apartment.
He smiles and licks his lips. "I’ll see you around, brunette." He gives me a wink, leaving me speechless and walks off.
I look down and blush and watch him again as he walks off.
I’m still staring at him as his figure gets smaller and he disappears down the darkness of the street. I slowly turn and shut the door and then walk up the stairs and down the hallway to get to my door.
That was odd. The encounter with that "Joey" guy and the sexy guy that saved me from him.
As I opened the door to my apartment, my little sister, Renee was sitting on her knees watching a show on TV. She was a much younger, an exact replica of me.
Long chestnut hair, a beautiful smile. Dark eyes that carried a secret. A secret we were both aware of. "Mom and dad still gone?" I asked.
She slowly turned slightly to look at me. Then she nodded. Then she turned back. "Are you okay?" I asked. My voice was silent.
She turned to me again…fully and I saw her left eye was black.
I sniffed and walked over to her and brought her into my arms. I rocked her back and forth, combing my fingers through her soft, curly hair. "We have to do something about this."
"Mom won’t believe us, Renee." She whispered.
"She won’t believe that her husband who shows the same abuse towards her is hurting you? She’s a liar. She does believe but she’s just afraid, Jodie."
A tears slowly came down Jodie’s cheek and she nodded. "So what do we do?"
"I think tomorrow I’m going to drop you off at Nana’s house. And when I get back, we’re going to leave. Go somewhere far away. Anywhere you want."
"What about school? You wanted to go to Princeton."
"You’re more important, Jay." I whispered.
She looked away from me and down to the burgundy carpet. Then she slowly nodded.
She got out of my arms and stood up to her feet. "Renee,"
I looked up at her and she shook head. "What about money?"
"I’ll get some. Okay? Don’t worry."
She nodded and turned and walked away.
I stood up and looked after her.
I turned the TV off and grabbed my phone from out of my pocket. I flipped it open and dialed Kendra’s boyfriend’s number. I glared down at the floor as I waited for him to pick up.
"Hello?" He asked in a slurry voice. I sighed in irritation. "Are you aware that my best friend is in a hospital, Blake?"
"Are you aware that I don’t give a fuck? She brought it on herself if you must know."
"You should be in jail."
"You got nothing. No proof, no evidence. Nothing like that. You hear me? And if you try to tell on me, I’ll know it and I’ll come for you and sweet little Jodie."
Now he can threaten me all he wants but when he threatens my sister, that’s a whole other thing. My heartbeat raced fast. "What did you say?"
"You heard me, Renee."
"You are going to rot in hell you fucking idiot."
"Oh…little miss virgin tryna get loud with me?"
I sighed and shook my head. Relax, Renee, Relax. "Just keep yourself off the street because when I find you, Blake, you’re going to be sorry."
"Me…sorry? I’m not scared. Come over here now."
"I’m going to bed. Beware."
He chuckled bitterly. "Beware? Ooh. I’m scared now." He said sarcastically. I flipped my phone shut, hanging up on him and placed it down on the table.
I decided to go to bed for the night. Tomorrow will be a new day. New day but same drama.
Waking up the next morning, I find my dad sitting on my bed scaring me. I sat up and swallowed hard.
He tilted his head as he stared at me. He had a small smile on his face but it was a bitter, wicked smile that meant he couldn’t be up to no good. "What?" I asked.
"Kendra will be fine. But as opposed to that, you told your sister something last night. That the both of you were going to run away."
How did he know that? Damnit.
"Look, I love you, and I love Jodie too. But anything…and I mean absolutely anything can happen to the both of you if the two of you try to disrespect me. I will not tolerate for disrespect. Let’s not forget what happened last time."
"I’m not scared of you, anymore, dad."
He nodded. "I know. But Jodie is and I rather her be afraid than her not to obey me. That plan of you and her leaving is not going to happen. Okay?"
"Okay but I still want to take her over Nana’s house tomorrow. She haven’t seen Jodie in months."
"That’s alright. You can take her. But when I get back from work at eight, I want the both of you back home. Do you understand me?"
He gave a fake smile. "Thank you, Renee." He stood up and slowly left the room.
My dad still thinks that he can control me. That I’m too scared to stand up for myself. He was dead wrong.
I got myself out of bed and showered and got dressed.
After fighting with my hair, I walked downstairs into the kitchen where only Jodie and my dad was. I slowed my steps and sat down at the table. Jodie was sitting, eating her cereal quietly with her head down and swallowing slowly.
My dad was glaring at her.
"Why are you looking at her like that?"
He broke his glare to look at me. "She knows why."
My eyes flashed to Jodie. "What happened?" I asked.
She looked to me. Her eyes red with tears.
I looked to my dad. "What the hell did you do to her?"
"She spilled the milk all over the floor so I made her get it up. That’s it." He shrugged.
I shook my head. That wasn’t the whole story. I know it wasn’t.
"He felt under my skirt. So I jumped and…dropped the milk." She whispered.
He glared at her and she jumped. He kicked her and I stood glaring down at him. "I can’t believe you."
"She is a goddamned lie." He said.
"People are going to start coming to our house wondering what the hell is going on at home. I hope they put you in jail."
His expression changed from a glare to a look of amusement. "Please. Every police officer there is my friend. They know I wouldn’t do such a thing."
"Then they don’t really know you, obviously. This has been going on since she was five."
He nodded. "And I’ve gotten my kicks." He smiled.
"I’m sure you have you heartless bastard."
He sighed and looked over at Jodie and then to me. "I don’t understand why you feel that I’m doing anything wrong. She’s going to be experimenting with boys when she gets older. Okay? Lots of them."
"Are you calling her a future slut?"
"Well they say Like mother, like daughter."
"My mom is not a slut." I said.
"You really think I’m your real dad, Renee?" He asked staring me straight in the eye.
I nodded. "Of course you are."
He shook his head while dipping his spoon in his cereal. "Well she lied to you. Just like she lied to me when she said she was on birth control. Lost the baby months later. Your mother is a natural born liar. And you’ll find that out soon enough."
"So you’re not my real dad?"
He smirked and shook his head. "No. But I’m Jodie’s. And that means I own her."
"She doesn’t belong to you."
"She’s my daughter so yes the fuck she does."
"You molest her constantly. What kind of a man would do that to his own daughter?!"
He sighed and shook his head. "You don’t understand. You’re so young."
"So is she. You hurt her all the time. It’s not like she’s immune to pain."
He shrugs. "Not my problem." He stood up and grabbed his bowl. He dumped his milk and cereal into the sink and smirked. "She’s mine." He glanced at Jodie before smiling and walking out of the kitchen.
Jodie was looking at the table. Completely blank. Like she had just been told the worst thing ever.
"Jodie." I whispered. She didn’t look at me.
"Jodie." I whispered again.
She looked like she was in pain.
I looked over and could see blood dripping down onto the floor. I jumped up and got her up. "What’s wrong?"
She breathed out and looked down at lines of blood coming down her legs and she looked shocked. "I don’t…know." She said and then looked up at me.
Oh no. I think she might be on her period. "Come on…lets go get you cleaned up." I said.
She was only twelve and I thought that maybe she’d have to wait later but I guess not.
She followed me to the bathroom.
Jodie was developing into a woman. A woman. And she’s only twelve. I didn’t want her to grow up but I wanted her to be able to defend herself. But I promise to be next to her. By her side at all times. Through thick and thin.