A Troubled Love

4- Clattering and Caressing

JP's POV

I woke up this morning with a slight headache from last night. Elizabeth had told me school started at nine, so I had set my alarm for 8:00. Which gave me plenty of time to get ready.

I got up and slipped on some tight red leather skinny jeans, a black Lynard Skynard concert t-shirt, some black boots with gold studs, and my black leather jacket that had the same gold studs as my boots had. I did my make up dark and smokey today with blacks and shimmery silvers, thick black eyeliner, a few coats of black mascara, and popped some bright red lipstick on my lips.

I took a step back to look at myself in the full length mirror and thought I looked good. My dark brown hair  was in its natural curls that came down to my mid-back. My hair was so dark it almost looked black. But that was one of my favorite features about myself, my thick, dark brown curls. And my shocking green eyes, that looked as if the pierced straight to your soul.

I put my phone in my jacket pocket and put some money and Axel's credit card in the pocket inside my jacket.

I thought I looked good enough and walked downstairs, to the kitchen which was where I heard the sound of pots and pans clattering together.

When I entered the kitchen, Elizabeth turned around from the stove and her face lit up, surprisingly. "Good Morning Jazmine! Did you sleep well? You look absolutely beautiful, a little to much black a little edgy, but you could make anything look beautiful," she rambled on and on looking nervous.

I just raised an eyebrow, "Good Morning to you as well, yes I slept just fine, and thank you.. I guess? And if you could please call me JP."

"If you don't mind me asking, why don't you want anyone knowing your name is Jazmine, sweetie?" she asked while flipping the pancakes she had cooking on her griddle.

"Nobody's called me Jazmine in years, so I'm used to JP, I guess," I said getting kinda nervous, not wanting anyone here to no about my extra-curricular activities back in Atlanta. Everybody called me JP, because Axel didn't want anyone to know my real name, in case I was to get in some kind of trouble.

"Okay, well I guess I can try to call you JP, I've known you since you where a little girl and you where always our little Jaz-a-Belle. Our little Jazmine that always wore pink, purple, and soft pastel colors, and well-" she cut herself off getting a little teary eyed.

"Well, I'm not that little girl anymore. I haven't been that girl in years," I told her with a harsh and sharp tone.

"Well you're in a new town, a new place, you could always be that girl again if you wanted to be," she said shyly, I guess waiting for me to explode on her.

"That girls gone," I said with a tone of voice that ended the conversation. I turned around and walked outside, brushing past Jett and Damon, who where trying to tell me good morning. I'll just wait for Chevelle outside.

He pulled up in the same big, black hummer from yesterday, and I hopped in without even a second glance back towards that house.

When I got in Chev gave me a once over, "Well you look sexy." I just gave a nod.

"Aw baby, who's got Jaz all mad?" he said while he pulled away from the curb and on to the bare streets.

"That stupid family I'm staying with. They where my parents friends and I have to stay with them til I'm eighteen. So, they think I'm still the same little girl that I was when I was five. I haven't been the same girl since I was fourteen," I said while getting worked up, and slumping into the seat.

He reached his hand over to my thigh and caressed it, "Is that when you met Axel?"

"Yeah," I mumbled hoping he didn't catch the hint of my life being ruined when I was fourteen which was when I met Axel.

"I never would have made you leave your family. We would just spend as much time together as possible. Anytime you weren't at school basically, but I would have never been that cruel to such a beautiful little thing," he said while keeping his hand on my thigh. "I would have never forced myself on you and I would have never hit you."

I looked over to him, shocked that he knew that. Reading my mind he said, "Things get around."

Crap. So everyone knows! Uh! Stupid Axel, all of this is his fault.

"Why didn't you ever leave him?"

"He threatened to kill my parents, and I loved my parents so much. After he made me move in with him, I never got to have any contact with them or he would kill them," I stated sadly.

"I wish I could have gotten you out of that situation. I've only known you for a day, yet I feel like I've known you all my life. Take a bullet for you. Fix the Axel situation for you," he said while grabbing my hand in a soothing matter.

"Me too. If only you could have came along earlier. Maybe I wouldn't be so broken," I said, mumbling the last part.

Jett's POV

What in the world is her problem?

I looked back towards Damon who was still staring at the door JP had exited only moments ago. Leaving like a bat out of hell, with a pissed off expression.

I got the feeling that JP, interested Damon. Since she was so different then all of the girls in our town. We walked into the kitchen where I saw my mom, sitting on a bar stool, crying.

"Mom, what happened? Does you crying have something to do with JP leaving like that?" I asked my mom while hugging her, trying to get her to stop crying. "Did she say something to you?"

"No, everything is fine Jett, she's just not the little girl she used to be," mom said while a few more tears leaked out. My mom was a very emotional person.

" Good. Because the way that girl was acting, I was beginning to think she popped out of the womb wearing a leather jacket and studded boots," I said trying to get my mom to laugh and feel better.

She laughed and pulled away, "You should know, you too where the best of friends growing up."

I was slightly confused. I don't remember her, wait. "You mean the pretty little girl who always wore pink or purple, and always carried around that stuffed bunny?"

She laughed lightly, "Yes, that was her. I got her that bunny when she was born. You where one when we went to see her when she was born, and we stopped by the gift shop, and you picked out that cute little stuffed bunny," she said with a sad smile.

Wow. My little Jaz-a-Belle. We where best friends. She sure has changed a lot.