Broken hearts

Chapter 7

{JAYSON'S P.O.V}
*This is jayson's side of the story*

Omg! I can't believe what just happened. How on earth could i have blown my cover up like that. She saw the real me. Of all people that "GIRL".
Noooo, this cannot be happening. I have to put her under control. Nobody can hear about this. Absolutely "NOBODY".
Why was i on duty today? Why did i go there? But come to think of it, is that her house? She said it was. Her house is a mansion. Omg! I have to quit my job, I can't risk running into her again. But if i quit my job, my family is basically nothing. My little sister is basically why I struggle. My mom can barely afford to pay for the trailers we stay in. Nooo, I can't quit my job. I'm going to look for another way to shut her up.
All my life, i have never gained so much respect like i have now in high school. I was bullied and looked down upon. And now that i have so much respect from students in high school, even teachers, this one girl wants to spoil it all. NEVER!
Jayson! I heard Essence call out as she entered the trailer.
Hey buggy, my buggy i said as i carried her up throwing her in the air two times. She wasn't giggling as usual.
Whats wrong buggy, did you get bullied at school? She shook her head negatively.
I have been standing in front of you for like 10 minutes and you didn't even notice me. Is someone giving you a hard time at school?
I smiled warmly at her. No bugga, i was just tired and wanted to see you badly. I missed my buggy. She smiled and gave me a kiss.

I loved my sister so much, i would kill for her. She was the only person that knew me so deeply. I could talk to her about anything even though she was so little.
I helped her with her homework and put her to sleep. Then i got dressed for my second job which was delivering newspapers. I barely had time for myself. As i walked out, my mom came in which was perfect. At Least i didn't have to leave Essence alone. She looked so tired and she smelled like weed.
Don't tell me you've been smoking again.
Common boy, it keeps me going you know this. Tired of having this conversation.
Mom if you have a daughter that young you shouldn't be smoking, you don't even care about us.
Boy if I don't care about you I wouldn't be doing what i do, and you know that.

I just walked away angrily. Ever since my dad died, my mom went into smoking. It's like she's with him whenever she smokes. My dad died in surgery. He had gone into surgery suddenly without us knowing because he had an accident. His death changed our lives. The small house we were managing got taken by the bank, we had to move to a trailer park because that was what my mom could afford. Most apartments even cost more than houses, we couldn't think about apartments. Then my sister was just 2 years old. My mom has been broken since then.

The truth is, we were all broken.