Tremaine.
The ride to Sinai's house was comfortably silent as Drake's voice blared through the speakers.
"So, there's something that has been on my mind." I said as we stopped at a red light.
"What's that?"
"Where are your parents? Your family?"
"What?" she semi-yelled. I could tell my question had caught her off guard.
"You've never mentioned them, never went home for a holiday, nobody came to visit you. I was just curious." I said hoping I wasn't making her uncomfortable.
She cleared her throat nervously and adjusted herself in the seat; a clear sign that she was as bit uneasy.
"Well,"
+Flashback
"Mommy." a ten year old Megan whispered from the doorway of the kitchen where her mother fixed her oatmeal.
"Yes honey." she asked as she placed the bowl on the circular glass table and a cup on orange juice. "Come on now and eat before you're late." she rambled not noticing that Megan was stuck in the spot she was standing in. Finally looking up Morgan, her mother, scrunched up her face and placed a hand one her the spot on her pink silky robe that was her hip. "Megan Raquel! Why aren't you dressed for school?"
"Am I going to get in trouble?" she asked rocking up and down on her tip toes. "He told me not to tell, but I think he broke me." she whispered.
"Girl, what are you talking about?" Morgan asked walking closer to her daughter before noticing the red spot in the middle of her favorite pink and white polka dotted pajama pants. "Awe!" Morgan cooed placing her fingertips to her lips. "You got your period. Remember mommy told you that it would happen soon? There's nothing to worry about. Let's go get you cleaned up. You can stay home today."
"So, Mr. Rob didn't do?" Megan questioned just above a whisper causing her mother's face to drop.
•••
"Mom, can I stay with Tammy tonight?" Fourteen year old Megan asked as she walked in the house and noticed that her mom's boyfriend was sitting comfortably on the couch watching the highlights that continuously played on ESPN. He discreetly eyed her developing body and smirked.
"Megan, don't you think you should spend some time with your family?" Morgan asked annoyed.
Megan tried her hardest to avoid Robert, but usually to no avail. He would sneak into her room at night while her mother slept and roamed his hands freely wherever he'd please, and force her to do the same; to both herself and him.
He claimed he was no pedophile, but when she turned eighteen she'd be his and well worth it.
His face disgusted her, his presence disgusted her, and the fact that her mother faked oblivion disgusted her even more.
"Yeah Meg, it's a school night. Your mom is making chicken alfredo tonight, your favorite."
•••
Sixteen year old Megan slowly walked up the creaky steps to her bedroom hoping that her mother hadn't waited up for her. She had missed her eleven o'clock curfew and couldn't afford to be put on punishment; then she'd have no escape.
She blew out a breath of relief as she made it into her bedroom and gently shut the door. Everything in the house seems to make noise when you're trying to be quiet. Flicking on the light switch, she nearly jumped when she was her step father lying across her bed in his calvin klein boxers.
