Mother Forbids (an emo love story) [ON HOLD]

Chapter 4.

Hehe, I lied :P it's not gonna be in Jesse's POV, I wanna try that later but for now it's just gonna stay in Claire's POV. Yup, suck it up.
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Apparently a little birdie let loose that the Head Bitch and the star quarterback were dating, Emily and Tristan. I rolled my eyes, how cliché.

Walking to my locker, I grabbed my stuff for my first hour, English, and leaned back against it. I closed my eyes and remembered this morning.

"You worthless piece of shit! You're the reason he's dead you selfish bitch!"

I crept downstairs where my drunken father was harassing my crying mother. I finally got the courage to stand up to him even if she wouldn't.

"Hey! It wasn't her fault you douchebag! It's nobodies fault except the fucking semi driver okay??

He laughed.

"So I was wrong. It wasn't me, it wasn't your mother. It was you. You're the reason my only son is dead!"

That's when he started to hit me.

I shuddered at the memory. Never did I want to experience something like that again.

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After school I walked out to Spencer's car. Spencer was my half-brother so he usually gave me a ride home since my older, biological brother got my car smashed up the night of his accident.

I just remembered that Spencer had football practice and wouldn't be done for another two hours. Shit. I had totally forgot to ask Alison for a ride home.

"Ugh!" I groaned out loud.

"Are you alright?" a voice asked me.

I looked up and it was Jesse. I gave him a smile.

"Yeah I'm fine. It's just that Spencer is suppose to give me a ride but I forgot that he had football practice. So I'm gonna have to wait two more hours for him to be done."

"I can give you a ride home if you want," he smiled "or we could go to my house and work on our photography project together."

That wasn't a bad idea.

"Sure," I answered happily.

I didn't have to go home right away, thank god for that.

I got into the passenger side of Jesse's car after leaving a note for Spencer saying that I got a ride home.

It was a silent ride but I started to get warm so I rolled up my long, grey sleeves.

Jesse looked at my arms and I had just remembered that I had bruises on them from my father's morning beating.

I could see his jaw clench as he spoke, "Who did that to you?"

"Whoever said it was a who," I answered quietly.

"Because I can see the places where someone's hand grabbed you. Don't lie to me and say it was nothing. I know what I see."

Could I trust him?

"It was no one."

His grip on the wheel tightened.

"Claire. Don't fucking lie to me. I know bruises like that when I see them. Now I'm going to ask you again. Who did that to you?"

"Why do you need to know," I snapped, "it's none of your business anyway. It's not like you care or anything."

His jaw clenched again and it kinda sounded like he growled. From there on the rest of the car ride was silent. I glanced down at my phone. Only two minutes had passed yet it felt like hours.

Three minutes later we arrived at a small white and blue house.

"We're here," He growled.

I can see that just fine Mr. Grumpypants.

"What did you just call me?"

Oh shit, did I just say that out loud?

"Yes, yes you did," he said angrily.

I didn't say anything after that, I just got out of the car. Me following Jesse's tall figure, we walked up to his front door and he unlocked it.

Stepping into what I assumed was the living room, I saw bottles of whiskey lying, empty and not, everywhere. We walked through the living room and to a staircase.

"Don't mind the mess. We're going to work in my room," he stated looking at me with a blank expression on his face.

Walking up the stairs we came to a hallway with two doors on the left and one on the right.

Jesse spoke as he pushed his long black hair out of his face, "On the right is the bathroom, my rooms the last one on the left. Don't open that door."

He pointed to the first door on the left and I furrowed my eyebrows together in confusion.

"I need to use the bathroom," he quietly added, "you can go ahead onto my room."

I gulped, the only guys room I've ever seen was Brandon's.

I decided not to open the door that Jesse told me not to open because, well, I'm not fucking stupid and I don't want to make him even more mad.

I walked down the hallway and took a deep breath before opening the door to Jesse's room.

It was a lot neater than I had excepted. The walls were grey and the floor had dark grey carpeting. His dresser and bed frame were black. On his bed were two white pillows and a blue comforter. On Jesse's dresser were a bunch of picture frames.

I picked one up, it was Jesse. He was younger and his hair a dark brown instead of black. He had his arm draped around a girl wearing a pink Hollister shirt, ripped blue jeans, and converse. The girl's hair was blonde and her eyes a bright blue like Jesse's.

Who was she? Was she his...sister? And if so, what was her name and where did she go?

"You shouldn't frown so much."

I set down the picture frame and spun around to face Jesse. I didn't hear him come in.

"I wasn't frowning," I replied.

Jesse laughed. "Yes you were. And you are now. You do it when you're confused, thinking," he laughed again, "or annoyed."

I crossed my arms and looked away at the door.

I muttered under my breath, "I do not.."

Grinning at me, he replied, "Do too."

I groaned.

"We are not going to argue over fucking nothing. I do not frown as much as you say I do. Now we can either get on with our stupid photography project or you can drive me home. What's it gonna be?"

He stepped closer to me and put his hands on both sides of my head, against the dresser.

"I'm not driving you home in this weather unless you want us both to end up in the ditch."

Jesse towered over me and I swallowed. Suddenly his face didn't look so friendly.

"My parents," he spat "are out. You might want to call yours because unless you get a ride, you're staying here, princess."

He leaned in and whispered into my ear, "That should give us plenty of time on our project together."

Moving his hands off of the dresser and backing up with a smirk on his face, his plopped down backwards onto his bed.

God, was he bipolar or something??

"One, Jesse, don't get in my space. Two, if you don't drive me I will walk. And three, what the fuck are we suppose to do about making a collage. The fucking subject is love, why the fuck would Mr. Henry give us that fucking subject??"

"I dunno."

I groaned and pulled out my phone. I couldn't call my parents because my dad would be pissed as fuck. Alison was on a date with this, okay looking, nerdy guy from her math class. Spencer was still at football practice and usually hung out with his buddies after.

"Looks like I'm staying here," I mumbled.

Jesse shot up out of his bed and stood up, grinning.

"Great. Maybe we can finish this stupid photography project."

Finally smiling back, I replied, "Maybe we can."

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Yeah it's short but, it's better than nothing. Should I just quit this? I feel like no ones reading it... I dunno, I might. Anyways
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