Taking Risks(Discontinued)

Chapter 8

Contains non-graphical rape at the end. If it bothers you to much don't read after the 5 *.

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I woke to someone's lips on my forehead, "Hey baby it time to wake up," he whispered into my right ear.

I smiled against his chest, I'm comfortable. "I don't wanna move yet. A few more minutes, please, Jor,"

I said in a very husky voice because I just woke up. He chuckled, "Yes."

"Good." I snuggled even further into his chest and I felt his grin against by head. We stayed like that for about half an hour which I was very glad for.

"Okay, now we really need to get up, Faye. Come on." He urged.

I groaned but slowly got up anyway.

"You look completely sexy right now, babe." He told me with a teasing tone in his voice.

My eyes widened I normally tossed in turned in my sleep so when I woke up I look super weird. I ran to find a mirror and being unable to find one I used my phones front facing camera. I groaned my hair was sticking in all different directions it looked worse than a birds nest; but it is not as bad as normal.

I dug through my purse and found my hairbrush and started brushing my hair.

"I have a question, Faye," he asked watching me as I brushed through the knots in my hair.

I looked up really quickly, "What's up?"

"What would you rather be a musician, a model, a famous scientist, or a famous writer?"

"A famous singer, without a doubt singing is my life, or an athlete but that's not a choice." I reply with no hesitation at all.

He grins, "Why?"

"My dad was a musician, he could play everything, sing anything and I inherited that from him. I grew up with music and I grew to love it. The athleticism I got from my mom she was a dancer, softball player, a track star, basketball, soccer really anything you think of she did and I inherited that from her."

"Now, what would you not want to be?" he asked me with an even bigger grin.

"A model." I said without hesitation as well.

His grin dropped quickly, "Why?"

I scowled as I thought about the reasons of why I hated models. "Well, in shortened words; they ruined my life, inside and out ruined it. They are egotistical, jerks, witches with a B, anorexic, to skinny for their own good, and just down right mean and gold diggers."

"If you don't mind me asking you; how did they ruin your life?"

We were still sitting on the blanket but I was done brushing my hair. I had tears building up in my eyes and I looked down so that he wouldn't see them. I knew my voice would be wobbly but I still answered with, "She took my dad. She took him right away from his family. His kids leaving them with an drug abusing and physically abusing mom. All we get from him now is child support and maybe a phone call on our birthdays or Christmas but never both. We see them in magazines perfect and happy. She was a gold digger and still is."

By now tears were falling from my eyes and I couldn't stop them but luckily they were silent. Maybe he wouldn't notice that I was crying. I wasn't that lucky though, he noticed the tears but he didn't say anything, just maneuvered me to where I was straddling his lap and my tears were falling onto his chest.

We stayed like that for a while. Probably a few hours.

"Thank you," I whispered quietly.

He nuzzled my neck and mumbled, "What for, baby?"

"For not talking, or asking questions, for just being there," I muttered back in reply, "when I told Ash and Maddy all I got was questions. So thank you."

"Of course, Faye," he looked at me and grabbed my chin gently to make me look at him in the eyes, "no matter what happens I'll be here for you, okay?"

I nodded as well as I could with him still gripping my chin.

"Come on, let's get you home." I nodded.

As he drove me back to my house we were surrounded in a comfortable silence.

The lights were on in my house meaning mom was home because the boys are away staying the night at one of their friends. I gulped, 'Oh, shit.'

"Thank you, Jordan. Last night was fun. Have a good night, babe." I said to him as I got out of the car. I waved to him once I got to my door and he drove off.

I opened the door and heard banging and moans coming from my mom's room and then shivered.

I crept my way up the stairs up to my room skipping all of the creaky boards.

Once I got into my room I locked the door and went to my closet. I grabbed some pjs then I went to the en suite and took a shower. I walked out into my room and screamed. My door was open and there was a man sitting on my bed and mom was sitting on the black leather couch that I have in my room.

"Sweetie, meet Daniel. He's a good friend of mine and I want you to take good care of him like he will you," she slurred. She was drunk off her rocker.

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"Mom, can you care for him yourself? I've had a really busy past few days with school and stuff and I just wanna sleep."

She stood up and walked over to me and then slapped me, "you ungrateful, little slut, look at everything that I give to and you still complain? You will either care for him tonight and only tonight or I will bring him every day for you to take care of, got it?"

I nodded and she made a noise of contempt and walked out of the door closing it behind her.

Daniel, who has been silent through the whole thing, walked up to me and cupped my cheek and pressed his lips to mine, hard, very painful.

He started to take my clothes off, with me struggling in his arms, "Stop, please. Stop, don't do this."

He took something out of his pocket and stuck it in my mouth, "Shut it, slut."

He took his clothes off and well you know what happens after that right.