Love me (A Princeton Love Story) •ON HOLD•

Chapter 11

(Short notice: I accidently put the pic of Jacob's mom on Chapter One of the story. If you want to know what she looks like of course)

Yn. . .

A newborn day had finally came into sight after the heart wrenching and lonely night that I'd came upon the night before.

Jacob still hadn't returned since his departure the day before. But I'd just needed someone to vent to. I hadn't had anyone to talk to about my problems to except for the badge colored walls that circled the room. I've never really had so much to vent over. But this life of being taken advantage of by men with cupidity had really gotten to me.

I silently floated out of my bed and into the kitchen, figuring that eating would take my mind off of it. I opened the fridge only to see that there'd been nothing left to eat except for the mayonnaise, lettuce, and a couple crumbs from the delicious corner of banana pudding I'd encountered yesterday.

I slammed the fridge door closed, yelling of frustration. "I'm so damn hungry! There's nothing to eat! Fuck!" I ran my hand through my tangled hair. I was so hungry, and nothing being left to eat, it was only making me feel worst.

Where could Jacob be? Maybe he could get me something to digest. I peeked out the window and looked around. I saw a nice big house, and someone through an upstairs window. Maybe it was Jacob. . . He did have a large fro.

But, then again, it could be some other neighbor. And for me to just barge inside would be scary and traumatizing. Not to mention that there would be a large possibility of me being taken to jail for aggravated battery. Yes, I do mean battery. I would have went inside and had a large tantrum.

I sat on the couch and buried my face down into my hands. I moved my head and looked down on them. There seemed to be three whip marks on each of them. It was something that ran across my fingertips to the palm of my hands. I screamed loudly and tried shaking it off, for it had really frightened me. As I slowly brought them back to my face, there had been nothing on them. I was shocked.

"The hell. . .?"

. . .

Prince. . .

I quietly laid on my bed. I'd continued to think about what I would do about the girl. My mother had been furious the time I'd arrived last night.

She told me that I was forbidden to go anywhere else for the next month or so. And come to find out later that night, Ray ratted me out about the girl even being there.

"Jacob! The toilet is clogged!" Ray yelled. I groaned as I made my way out my bed and down to the hall and into the bathroom.

"What do you want me to do about it?" I asked, putting a hand over my mouth to block the horrid smell.

"Clean, Consuela." He said to me in an Mexican accent. Did I forget to mention that she'd also told me that I had to clean after the boys? Although I'd nodded my head at her, I highly refused doing so in my head. They're about to be grown ass men! I wish I would clean up after them. The only one who really did majority of the messing up, was Ray. He liked to see me in misery, but I didn't pay attention to him much.

"Ha." I said as I walked back down the hall and into my room. He yelled after me that he'd tell our mother, but I honestly had no fear for her. I only put up with her because she is my mother.

Turning my attention back to my interrupted thoughts, I had to get back there. Crucial much? Maybe.

The poor young lady could be hungry or feeling dirty or uncomfortable. Then again, my mother was out at work, with my father being out with his "boys". So the only people in our home had been Craig, Ray, Beans, and me. I could just leave. . . but my blunt brother could rat me out, again.