Hi everyone! I am truly sorry for not having updated this book in like forever! As you all may know I have been struggling with my health and sadly I did have to go back in for surgery to correct another problem that had arised and for the past few months I have been recovering in and out of the hospital. I have just now started feeling more up to writing, now that my brain isn't so cloudy with all the pain and pain meds. So, it is my hope to hopefully be able to start updating more and adding more chapters soon. Please know that with having double surgeries like I did that I may still have days that I may not feel up to updating. PLEASE KNOW HOW TRULY GRATEFUL I AM FOR EVERYONE OF YOU READERS AND STICKING IT OUT WITH ME! TYASVM! S. Jones
The engine roared to life as Mrs. Mullberry turned the ignition, quickly slamming the truck into drive has she hit the gas jolting me back into the seat. Making my heart race even faster from the sudden movement. I couldn't help but glance at the side mirror, waitng for his face to appear once more. I knew without a shadow of a doubt that he knew I was in the truck and now it would only be a matter of time before we would get caught, because all he had to do was relay the message that he saw Mrs. Mullberry driving away with me in the truck to the social worker and the cops would be alerted to find us. Even as my heart pounded in my chest as all these thoughts raced through my brain. Only one kept pushing to the front and that was I needed to get away from Mrs. Mullberry and fast, before they caught up to us. There was no way I could let her go to jail over helping me. She was to good of a person, to be locked away, She had a full life ahead of her to be able to help so many more people
BOOM! BOOM! sounds from my bedroom door, groaning under the pressure as if it was going to break in half at any moment. " Get the fuck out of bed stupid bitch," I hear from the man who's supposed to be my protector. " If you make me late again, I promise you'll regret it for the rest of your pathetic life!" He screams at me through the door. Hearing his loud foot steps stomp down the hallway. I roll over on my side sitting up from the torn futon I call my bed. I had found it by someone's garbage cans walking home from school a couple weeks ago. It was covered in dog hair and a few stains I wasn't sure what they were from. I dragged it behind me taking breaks in between the six blocks, till I reached my neighbor Tawnya's house. Grunting as I pulled the heavy mattress into her back yard over to the garden hose. I doused it in the antibacterial soap I had been given that day in health class. I stood partially bent over scrubbing away the dog hair with a few of the
The ride to school was a slow and painful one. Being on consistent alert that he could pull over at any given time and rip me from the back seat, had my stomach churning and tied in knots. We soon reached the school's parking lot. I watched as a few other students hurried away into the building. As he parked his truck I hear him tell me " To get my filthy piece of shit ass out of his truck!" I scramble to open the door hurrying to get out. I walk quickly to walk in front of him, taking the few steps two at a time to get faster into the school. Coming into the school's office Mrs. Sanchez's sweet voice sings out " Good morning Mr. Sterlite and Jasmine," I smile faintly at her taking a seat in one of the chairs waiting for him to sign me in and soon leave.Tapping my foot nervously I look around to see Mrs. Mulberry glowering at my step father, before she looks over at me giving me the warmest smile. My attentiom quickly adverting to the pain in my left leg. " You b
The rest of school went by in a blur. Not caring for all the prying eyes after my emotional display in English. I would say most of the looks were of pity... but in my life all I did was give them more ammo to make fun of my loss and bully me more. Thankful to be almost home, I see that my step father's truck is missing from the driveway. Praying that ment an easy night for me. I slowly crack the front door open, walking in. I stop for a few seconds listening to make sure I wasn't being deceived and he really wasn't home. I had learned the hard way a few times before. Thinking he was gone only to run straight smack into him earning me a split lip, a long cut down my back near my spine and no food for three days. Creeping quietly throughout the house I let out the breath I had been holding in, thankful he actually wasn't here. I go to the kitchen in hopes of maybe finding some left over food he may have forgotten about. I search the fridge scooting all the beer to the side an
My nerves were on fire, making me itch all over. I couldn't sit still. Sitting in the kitchen at the table, glancing every few seconds to the clock on the stove. Those two hours of waiting to head over to Tawnya's house were unbearable. Jumping at every little noise. A few times I could have sworn, I heard the roaring of his truck's engine pulling into the driveway. With my pace quickened I had headed into the livingroom. Peeking out from behind the black satin curtains. My eyes rapidly scanning from the driveway to the curb sitting out front of the house. Breathing out a sigh of relief, that my mind was only playing tricks on me.I hated that I couldn't even enjoy the time of being by myself. My anxiety consistently sky rocketing making me feel tired and sick. Worried when he might show up. My life was an neverending nightmare, reliving flash backs on a daily basis of the torture he put me through. Everything in this house was a reminder of the pain I went through and still
Moving quickly I rushed out grabbing the white box, glancing over to my house breathing out in a sigh of relief that my step father still wasn't home and wouldn't see me out here, as I walk back into the house T looks at the rectangular box in my arms smiling wide. " Santa brrr-ot you a present early!" she squeals out in excitement. I chuckle at her sweet innocence. " Nooo, I don't think it was Santa. He's still on vacation until Christmas," I tell her. She seems to ponder over what I said. " Yeah its still to warm for Ruud- olf," she sweetly answers. Smiling at her sweet face noding my head up and down chuckling lighlty. I carry the rectangular box into the kitchen placing it down on the table. My thoughts racing as my nerves begin to go haywire the longer I stare at the box. For the life of me I couldn't figure out who would have left something like this for me... I didn't have any friends or family that cared about me or boys who liked me and Mrs. Mulberry always gave me he
A loud thud rang out through the house downstairs, making me jolt awake, my body trembling lightly as I sat up on the guest bed listening for any more racket. Jumping as I heard another loud thud followed by a few poorly choosen words. I scurried from the bed sprinting across the room to the door; cracking it just enough for me to peek through the small opening. Not hearing anymore noises or cursing from down below. I gather the small bit of courage I could aquire and made my way down the hall to the stairs, as reached the stairs the sound of glass shattering bounced off the air in the house followed by a " Oh for fucks sake! That's going to be great to fucking clean up in the morining Darren!" I hear a voice bellow out. I hurried down the stairs flicking on the livingroom light were alll the camotion seemed to be coming from. Stepping into the livingroom I am met with an upset Tawnya and the guy I presume to be Darren stuck in the frame of Tawnya's coffe table and glass scatterd ar
Waking up the next day to the steady sound of the alarm beeping, I could feel every tight pinch of my muscles, as they protested angerly with every slight movement I took. Sitting up I say a quiet thank you to whoever maybe listening up above thankful to see Tasha was still peacefully sleeping. I don't think I could have dealt with her pulling and hugging on my legs at the moment. Today was going to be a long day at school, three hours of sleep wasn't much to go on for the day. Grabbing my back pack I slowly move to stand, groaning as I made my way out of the room and across the hall to the bathroom. Happy to see that it was empty. I quickly walked in turning and locking the door behind me. Moving at a snails pace I head over to the shower, grumbling out as a sharp pain radiated down my back from bending over to turn it on. My arms felt like jello everytime I lifted them to wash or rinse my hair, at one point I had even dropped the soap, watching it slide back and fort