sin? or love?

Chapter 4: Jasmine Quinn

10 years ago.

⚠️Trigger warning:⚠️

⚠️ Abuse

⚠️Alcoholic

I don't know what pissed me off more, the smell of alcohol reeking in my nose as my stepmother picked me up from school or the fact that she nearly killed us a minute ago. Thank heavens we found our way home without getting the police involved.

I slammed the door and walked in the house ignoring the smoke appearing everywhere. My father and his friends laughing as they puffed a smoke and watched football. I went straight in my room slamming the door.

Fuck. Fucking hell.

How did I get so unlucky by getting parents who are both irresponsible and alcoholics. I laid on my bed cursing the universe for taking my mother from me since I was a kid and allowing my dad to fall into this state of smoking and drinking.

The bastard lost his job, got us kicked from our mansion, went to jail for years and returned last year. He married my stepmother, Janice by paper only. They were best friends, and he asked her to take care of me before he was thrown into jail. Sometimes I wish I was in a foster home instead.

Janice seemed okay when I was 4. She was perfect. She made my life so much better until a year ago when my dad returned. They got married by paper; my dad was not the same. Some days he wouldn't even return home and that took a toll on Janice.

The sweet caring Janice turned into an asshole once my dad started beating her up. Yeah, he would beat her up every time they argue. Janice wouldn't divorce or report him, I don't know why, and I don't think I want to know. I don't understand why she wouldn't call the cops or leave him. She started changing and soon treated me horribly too.

My dad has never hit me even when he was drunk, neither did Janice. However, they did neglect me emotionally. They have my physical need covered. Not emotional. No one would guess my story with how chill I am at school, not even my best friend, Monica.

Our current house is a normal house. Many would say it's a pretty good one, but we had better. My parents had their own multi-million company and my identity was a secret. Their company went bankrupt after the death of my mother flooded the news. My father's downfall was too trending. Including the loss of the mansion and car collection they had.

My full surname is Quinnera, daughter of Jose and Reyna Quinnera. My parents used Quinn as short to send me out having a normal life. I was a quiet kid, so I did not have a reason to brag about my "Rich" life. I had everything a rich kid could ask for. Except, I was lucky. I had a good and happy family too.

I clenched my pants as I stared at the celling blinking tears away. I refused to believe that the same father who would drop his important meeting to watch me play my soccer practices is the same father who smokes and beats up women.

Little me would refuse to believe me. Janice is a real estate agent, her money and a bit of mine from tutoring is actually helping us right now. Especially Janice. One would never think she's a smoker with her delicate attitude and formal outfit as she "happily" does her job.

I guess you should really not judge a book from it's cover. I turned the other way as i see my father open the door leaning against the door without his smoke but i could still smell it.

"Ah mia cara,you did not tell me you were here" He folded his arms

I sat up straight clenching my jaw,

"You and your pals were hanging around, why should I" My tone nonchalant as I looked at him dead in the eye.

A long time ago, I would tell everyone that my first love is my father. But now I would tell everyone that he is a dead man.