I woke up with this disgusting dry feeling in my mouth.
I tried to get it out but it just wouldn't.
I swung my feet out of under the covers and glanced over at the clock.
8:23 am.
Jacoby is defiantly not up, he couldn't have gotten up early to save his life.
I quietly walked down the stairs and tip-toed over to the fridge.
I poured myself some milk and chugged half of it back.
I turned around and I swear my heart almost jumped out of my chest.
Jacoby sat at the kitchen table.
"You scared me." I croaked out.
I'm not really a morning person, or talkative either.
"Sorry. But go get dressed we gotta go."
-Jacobys POV-
I was laying on a bed, and my phone was ringing. This is a weird dream..
It's not a dream stupid.
Shut up!
Stop talking with yourself.
I opened one eye.
8:15. Who in the hell would be calling at this time?
"Hello?" I barely said.
"Jacoby, it's Kelly."
My eyes burst open and I sat up.
I've never moved on from Kelly.
"Hey b- Kelly what's up?" I said. I have to remember I can't call her babe anymore.
"Uh I have some important things to tell you."
"What is it?"
"We found Dakota and Lyren."
My mouth dropped.
"And they keep asking about you. I think maybe it's a good idea if you come and see them."
Shit, I hadn't told her about Sam yet.
"Yeah I'll stop by but listen I need to talk to you."
"What?"
"I have a daughter. Her name is Sam and she's 16 years old. Her moms and alcoholic drug addict. And no, I didn't cheat on you. When me and Layla were dating she told me she was pregnant. 3 months later she said she had a miscarriage, turns out she never did. But we weren't working out so I had no reason to stay so I left."
"Jacoby that's really nice of you to take in Sam. I'd love to meet her."
"Perfect. Ill bring her when I come to see my boys I'm on my way."
"Okay."
I hoped out of bed and through on a muscle shirt (whatever the hell there called) and some shorts.
I fixed my hair and went down stairs.
I made sure to make lots of noise so Sam would here so I would have to wake her up.
And it worked too, 10 minutes later she came down stairs and walked right passed me, she probably didn't see me.
She grabbed a glass and poured some milk.
She turned around and jumped.
"You scared me."
"Sorry. But go get dressed we gotta go." I said rushingly.
YOU ARE READING
My New Home (Jacoby Shaddix)
Novela JuvenilI'm Samantha. I'm 17 years old an my mom is a drunk/drug addict. So, she's forced me to live with my dad. But I hate him, he left me. And that's all I know and all I need to know to make me hate him too. But then...I start to get closer to him...