Runaway Love

A/N: So this is my first work I've felt comfortable enough to publish. I've spent hours working on it and this is only the first part. Please comment what you think I'd really appreciate it. Thanks so much!!! <3

"Jasmine, get your lazy ass down here now!" Jasmine heard her stepfather, Mick, yell up the stairs.

Sighing heavily, she trudged down the stairs, not wanting to face his wrath.

"Jasmine!" Mick called again from the "family" room.

Ha, what family? She thought. As far as Jasmine was concerned she didn't have a family.

Her dad died in a car crash five years ago; hit by a drunk driver. Her mother, Faith, started dating different guys barely two weeks after her dad was buried. None of them were ever any good. Faith married Mick when Jasmine was twelve. She'd always told her mom that she hated him. She never liked him, his personality, or the way he looked at her. Now, she was fifteen and very much a woman in many ways. According to Jasmine, that was her only flaw; the fact that she was born female. Mick was abusive to her in every way when her mom wasn't around. When Faith was around, he beautifully played the part of a loving father figure. Jasmine had tried to tell her mom what he had done but she never believed her. She couldn't or wouldn't believe that the man she married would ever sexually assault Jasmine, her own daughter, nor would he ever have other men do what they pleased to such a young girl.

She thought that her teenage daughter was crazy and that she was being stupid with the boyfriend that she had had at the time. Her mother died barely six months after she and Mick were married, of an apparent attempt of suicide. Jasmine knew Mick killed her but she couldn't prove it. Since Mick was the only closest thing to family she had left, he became her legal guardian. Jasmine always had a feeling that out there some where she had family, a sister maybe or perhaps a brother. That's what she always wanted; a brother to protect her. Sadly that was only a dream and would never come true.

Mick was sitting in one of the chairs in the living room with a beer in hand. Figures, he's drinking again, Jasmine thought to herself,

"Yes, Daddy? Did you need something?" The word "daddy" was like a swear word to her. She had to call him that. Life was easier when she acted like she gave in to him.

"Yea actually I did. Brett, Chase and Jackson are coming over tonight. So, go get ready," he didn't even look away from the TV.

"Yes, sir," Jasmine went back upstairs and cried throwing herself onto her bed.

"I can't do this! I hate him! Momma, Daddy, I know you're watching, why are you letting this happen!?" she screamed into her pillows.

Still crying she went into the bathroom and turned on the water. Hot water gushed from the faucet and steam billowed around her, fogging the mirrors. Jasmine took a long, steaming hot shower. After she got out, Jasmine went back to her room and fixed her makeup and put on one of her gowns, the one she knew drove boys the craziest, and waited for the boys to show. When they did come-one at a time of course, Mick never let more than one in- Jasmine pulled them into her room. She threw her arms around them like she was drowning and they could save her. In ways maybe they were. The happier Jasmine made them, the more money they gave her, the less likely Mick would hit her.

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"See you later baby," Jackson said smiling as he pulled on his shirt.

Jasmine sighed as he left, exhausted. Three boys in one night was just too much. She had made two hundred and fifty dollars so hopefully her stepfather wouldn't yell, wouldn't beat her.

"God I hate this!" she yelled into thin air, "Does no one care about me?"