Not Your Cinderella

Chapter 4- Do It for Issy

Jake's POV: (starts when his Mom interrupts the kiss)

"Jake you have a visitor," my mom says loudly. I roll my eyes and grab Tasha by the hand.

"Ok," I reply quietly.

"Oh great. That's a great first impression. Your mom's going to think I'm some slut," Tasha says quietly.

"But babe. You aren't a least not to me," I reply smiling to her. She smiles back at me. We reach the living room and I realize who the visitor is. It's 6 o'clock at night so I just figured it would be Tony or Browdy. There in front of me sits Chissy, she's trashy as ever. I haven't seen her in close to two years.

"Jake, I don't like to hear that my daughter had to go to the hospital from some person in town. That's ridiculous!" She yells at me. 

"Chrissy, you aren't in her life. At all. Why would I call you to say anything about her?" I yell back at her. 

"I should have a right to know!" Chrissy yells. 

"You signed all your rights over for her!" I scream at her. Issy starts crying and I send Tasha a look.

"I'll go take care of her Jake." She says quietly.

"Ok, please don't bring her down. I don't want her to see this bitch," I whisper quietly. She nods and runs to my daughter. 

"Don't tell me that girl is taking care of my daughter!"Chrissy says loudly. 

"She's a thousand times better person than you. You have no reason to judge." I'm so mad right now. 

"She looks a little young, don't you think Jakey," Chrissy says stepping towards me. I'm disgusted I ever dated and slept with her. 

"Maybe she is, but at least she has class."

"Jake, you know you still want me. You want me in your bed and waking up next to you. You want me taking care of Issy," Chrissy says pushing her boobs up. 

"Get out! Get the fuck out of my parents' house! I don't want your disgusting ass any where near my daughter!" She huffs and slams the door. I open it and step out. "And don't come back."

"Wait come back?" She questions as she's suddenly next to me. She attacks me with her chapped lips and I hear the door open. I push her off me. 

"Oh um sorry," Tasha says quietly before running back into the house. 

"You just ruined everything! If you weren't a girl I'd kick your ass!" I yell as I run into the house. 

"Jake, what did you do to the poor girl to make her cry like that?" Mom asks.

"Shit she's crying."

"Jacob Christopher Lewis, what did you do?" Mom shouts.

"Chrissy kissed me and Tasha walked out and saw."

"You ass! She's a sweetheart. I overheard her and Issy earlier. Go fix it!" 

Tasha walks in her face red from crying. Her bags thrown over her shoulder. "I'll be leaving. You've got a great little girl upstairs. Bye." She didn't wait for either of us to respond and she ran out the door to a cab. 

I quickly pack my stuff in my jeep as I dial Tasha's number. "Hey this is Tasha, I'm busy so leave me a message after the tone." Her voice sounded cheerful. 

"Tasha, this is so friggin cliche, but she kissed me. She's nasty and trashy and never would I want to be with her in a million years. I'll do anything for you . I'll show up on a white horse in the pouring rain in a suit throwing rocks at your window. Please call me back babe."