⚠️⚠️ mentions and suggestions of suicide/ abuse/ mentions to rape/ descriptions of drug abuse and addiction
Jaden pov
You ever just looking down at something from a high place and just think about how easy it would be to just jump off. It's not like I would. I mean I'm happy. Or I should be. I have amazing sisters, I have an amazing father who I don't really see but when I do it's always the best. I also have an amazing woman I get to call my mother, who loves me with almost her whole heart. But yet I still find myself atop a bridge thinking about how easy it would be.
When Blair came into my life, even though many would say all she has brought into my life is something bigger to stress about. I don't see it that way. She has brought so much joy into my life. While she has her issues that I am adamant on helping her fix, she is so full of life, which is fucking shocking all things considered.
There are so many who, if they were in her position, would have ended it to get away. But she's been dealing with that since she was 8. Fucking 8. No child should have had to deal with that.
I mean hell, when I was 8 I was fucking catching fish with my dad, while she was fearing hers. I care for her, I really do. But there isn't much more that I can do with her insisting on keeping the police out of it. I can't stand the cops, I really can't, but I feel like she really needs to talk to them. That man is a murderer.
"Hey kid, I don't think you should do that." A voice brings me from my thoughts. Do what? ...Oh right.
I didn't specify what I was doing, I'm standing on the opposite side of railing on quite a wide concrete bridge. That is very high up. It probably doesn't look the best from outsiders.
"Don't worry, I'm not thinking about that. I'm just thinking." I reply, not breaking my gaze from the view. I felt a presence beside me, but I still didn't look at them.
"What's on your mind kid?" They ask again. It sounds like a male voice, but I'm not one to assume. I sit down with my legs dangling off the edge. The person sits next to me but brings their knees to their chest. Do I tell them?
"Too much dude. Too much." I dismiss. I don't know if I wanna tell them yet.
"I'm Parker." They say. I finally turn my head to see a guy who looks about 23 sat next to me. He has brown eyes and brown hair. He looks buff but only about 5"9. Either way, he looks like he could snap me in half. "Cool tattoos. When'd you get them?" He asks pointing at my hand.
"A girl did them this morning for me." I respond looking down at Blairs work again. She really is talented.
"She who's on your mind?" He asks still looking at my hand. I- how?
"Uh- what?" I ask confused as to how he guessed.
"You seem so in thought when you mentioned her, it seems like you had thought about her before I got here." He says finally breaking his glance at my hand to look me in the eyes.
"Well, you see," am I really about to do this? "I only met her like three days ago, but she is all my thoughts are consumed of. She doesn't come from a healthy family and I'm afraid something bad is going to happen to her sooner or later. I've tried to help her, but a part of her has an attachment to the person who is hurting her the most." I explain. I didn't give away too much about her situation. Even though the likelihood's of me seeing this guy again are slim to none. I'm not taking my chances.
"Ahhh, you're talking about Blair Maxim?" He asked. Why the fuck?
"How do you know her?" I ask, I don't see a point in denying if he knew who she was straight away. It seems pretty pointless.
"I used to work with Nigel. We worked for a company that would often involve us going to casinos. I think this was just when they moved here because he said he had an 8 year old daughter. One day we were in a casino in Vegas doing a deal for the company, and he took some ketamine. Ever since that day from what I know he's been taking it everyday. I met Blair first when she was 13 I think, she had bruises everywhere. I spoke to her when her dad left and ever since then, she comes to my house and stays with me and my wife when things get way too out of hand at her house." He explains. Fucking perfect. "How do you know her?" He asks.
"Well, I live in the house next to hers. We are friends and I'm kind of forcing her to live at my house for a week. Oh my god that sounds so bad when I put it like that. I am not like keeping her hostage, what I mean is I'm having her stay at my house because I'm scared for her to go home. She's free to leave if she wants to." I cleared up. He chuckled.
"Don't worry about it kid. I knew what you meant. She is a stubborn little fucker that one. My daughter has started to act like her. God help me if she continues to act like that." He laughed from his throat.
"Did you say he takes ketamine?" I ask, making sure I heard him correctly.
"Yeah he does. He took it one time in Vegas and got addicted to it ever since. He will literally do anything to get it. I'm assuming Blair has told you about how she lost her virginity. Well that was so he could get more ket, he just couldn't afford it." He said with a sigh. My stomach dropped again.
"Look dude, I gotta go, but thank you. I don't think you understand how much you just helped me." I said as I was getting ready to stand up.
"Okay kid, hey before you go, could I possibly get your number. I haven't seen Blair for a while. Could you just update me on her every now and then for me yeah?" He asks holding out his phone. I type my number in get start to climb over the barrier.
"Later Parker." I said before walking across the bridge back towards my home.
——————————————————————— A/N - this is kinda how I imagined the ledge to look.
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Except the part behind him is like railing and a road. You get me?
