I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t stoked about my job. It’s easy, and it’s going to get me a car. My own car. It’s all I’ve been able to think about all day.
I pull open my laptop and flop down on my bed, sending my feet into my dresser drawer. Ooof. I grab my toe and squeeze. My gaze drops to what I hit, and my pill bottle is lying on the floor.
I have an appointment tomorrow but I don’t think I’m going to mention it. It’s not that I think I’m better because I’m not. But I take my pills religiously and I know that sitting in that room isn’t helping me. I wouldn’t be surprised if sitting in that room didn’t worsen my depression.
Before I change my mind, I crawl back onto my bed and pull up F******k. A loud thud sounds from Cade’s room and a stream of cuss words fill the house. I try not to laugh too loud. That’s what he gets! The way he sounded disgusted that his mother thought we were dating. It hurt worse than I wanted to admit.
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The writing scribbled on a Post-It taped to the fridge is from Will. I can tell by the crap handwriting. It looks like they’re having some douche frat meeting at the condo tomorrow because the frat house is being renovated. I crumple the note into a ball and toss it in the trash. Like we don’t have enough douchebags in this apartment already. *** My mom is sitting in her room, which contains a twin-size bed with a dresser and nightstand. She looks so small curled up in the middle of her crumpled blanket with her knees under her chin. A small glass of water is on the nightstand next to her. It looks untouched. The rooms are small, but there’s no dope or alcohol and that’s all that matters. Dark half-moons hang underneath both eyes, and I know she’s having a hard time. The first few weeks are always the worst. “Mom.” She opens her eyes and blinks at me for a few seconds. A small smile crawls up her lip. “Cade. I didn’t kn
Justin just stood there, like nothing happened. He tried to hug me. Touch me. Vomit threatens my throat, and I push it back down. I never wanted to see him again. I didn't think I'd ever see him again. He wasn't supposed to be at this school. Why are they both here? Adam locks the door behind him and comes straight to my side, like he did when we were little, and pulls me to his chest. “He’s gone, Jaden. I’m so sorry he was here. I can’t … he won’t be back.” I relax into his grip. “I thought I’d never see him again. I don’t want to.” Adam kisses the top of my head. “You won’t, Jaden. You won’t.” He rocks me against him for a few seconds. “You’re okay, right?” I stop the sob riding on my lips and pull back. “Yeah.” “You’ve been gone a lot lately. Are you … ?” he trails off. “Sane?” I ask, trying desperately to keep the bitterness out of my voice. He’s just asking, but I hate it. I hate that anyone has to ask
The scalding shower water rushes down me, heating and soothing my body. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about her. The softness of her skin or the delicious sweet taste of her mouth. Don’t even get me started about how she felt around my finger. I wanted to go hulk mode on her—rip her clothes, my clothes, everybody’s clothes, but the panties were probably enough. I won’t be able to keep myself out of her for too much longer. That innocent gaze, the smart mouth hidden beneath such a submissive demeanor. How could anyone not want her? I finish my shower and get ready to go pick Jaden up for work. I’ve been avoiding Adam since this morning. He’s never tried to fight me before, but I’d never messed around with his sister before either. I can’t believe he even bought it to be honest. I grab a drink from the fridge, and my hand is on the door when I hear Will scoot a kitchen stool across the tile. He’s sitting down, leaning his elbow against t
Adam doesn’t believe me, I know it, but I couldn’t get him off the phone fast enough. He kept threatening to call Dad, but frankly, I don’t care. When a hot guy—that you’ve been drooling over—tells you he’s going to show you how sex is supposed to feel, you do as he says. Especially if that guy is Cade. My legs tremble as I walk through the front door. The house is still mostly messy, and the evidence of DEAD BITCH is still spray painted on the dining room wall, which we didn’t finish the other day. Cade isn’t in the kitchen, so I follow the hallway back to the other side of the house. The light flicks on from the second door down and then I hear the shower. I feel like hummingbirds flutter inside me. The door creaks as I push it open, causing Cade to spin around. His shirt is off, lying on the floor beside his bare feet. Each ripple of his abdomen is chiseled, his hipbones protruding in that droolworthy dip of his oblique, making my fingers
Mom isn't at her usual lowdown drug houses or the seedy motel on Highway 10. My bad mood grew with each mile I added to my odometer looking for her. I should have known she wouldn't have stayed at the rehab, she never did. After an hour, I decide to go home since it's getting late. Jaden's lack of texting me back has me on edge. I was sure Adam hadn't believed she went home for the night, but not enough to keep her from texting me. The lights are off when I get home, the only evidence of someone being home is the snoring from Will's room. I double-check that Adam isn't home before walking into Jaden's room. Her back is turned to me, but I can tell she's awake from her breathing. "Did you find her?" she asks softly. I crawl over the bed and wrap my arm around her, taking in her flowery scent. "No, she'll show up soon. Did Adam harass call you any?" "No." Turning her over, I glance at her tear-filled eyes. "What's wrong?
I wipe the mascara from the corner of my eye. It doesn't matter that I'm hiding in the bathroom on the second floor of the art's center like a child, or that I'm missing my class this hour. It should matter but it doesn't. I can't be ashamed anymore, because I'd rather be weak than humiliated in front of an entire campus of students. The door opens and I lift my feet to the closed toilet seat and curl my knees into my chest. My phone buzzes in my pocket. Another text from my dad. It's only a matter of time before he shows up unexpected, so I answer. "Hello." He sighs heavily. "I've texted and called you for hours, Jaden. Where have you been?" I stare at the bathroom stall door. "I've been in class, Dad." I hear him starting his car in the background and his engine roar. "Your brother said you were coming home the other night, but you didn't show up. Funny you didn't mention it to me?" The toilet next to me flushes. "Are
I step into the bar, the dim lighting casts shadows over the room and makes me feel even more out of place. Even though on the outside I know I fit in, my objective of finding the douchebag that took my mother makes me feel like a nark. I slide onto a barstool and order a drink. There are many seedy characters standing around pool tables and hanging around the dance floor, but none of them look old enough to know the guy from my mother's house. The bartender hands me my drink. "Thanks, Bro. How long have you been working here?"I down the amber liquid. He pushes his long hair from his eyes, and lifts a brow that's pierced in three different places. "You not into girls your age?" he asks. "Not for me. I'm looking for someone. A guy in his forties, biker, huge beard." He gives me a bored look. "This isn't a biker bar. It's more for college kids. You could try The Hell-Hole down town; they have a lot of bikers that go there." I sigh. I
Adam's drunk and I thank God for it. The girl with him is giving us a bored look while Adam tries his best to be intimidating. Cade walks over casually, digging a cigarette from his pocket and lighting it. When he offers it to Will, he tries unsuccessfully to knock it out of Cade's hand. "I asked what are you doing back here with my sister!?" The girl with him huffs and walks back into the bar. "I saw her come out here trying to get away from the creep inside, and I didn't think it was a good idea for her to be alone in a dark alleyway. Sue me." Adam thought about it, looking over his shoulder, he notices that his friend left. "Great," he hisses. "Come back inside," he eyes me and then Cade. "And don't think about touching my sister, Cade." I watch Cade's fingers curl into a ball at his side while he lets out a huff of smoke. "Why are you so worried about me hurting your sister, Adam? She was just inside with some douchebag that would