The Temptations of Chemistry

Chapter Twenty Six - No

Chapter Twenty Six- No

The old rugged floor creaked with every step I took, the walls were almost mouldy and the place was just complete trash in the middle of a trailer park. Not to long ago, I wouldn't have found this place half bad. I've lived in worse. After going home for so long and seeing what a family was really like, having a warm bed to sleep in with blankets and where there was more food than liquor, I realize how much I truly hate this place.

Beyond the screaming, I heard a loud trash, which I assumed was my mother falling after Kyle had shoved her. "Go to hell, Kyle!" She screamed at the top of her lungs, piercing my ears.

There was continuous screeching which I tried to block out, I closed my eyes and hummed to a song trying to forget everything. Eventually, the fighting came to an end followed by the slamming of the front door which could have almost caused the place to collapse.

Kyle swore out loudly as my mother left. I was like her in that way, things got rough and all we'd want to do is leave. To get away. When I got the insult, "You're just like your mother", I want to shrug it off, to think that they are wrong because they don't really know me. The truth is, there are minor things I see in her everyday that remind me of myself.

My thoughts were cut off by the sound of shattering glass, Kyle was probably taking out his anger on a few of the hundred beer bottles that scattered the house. 

"Jessalyn!" He hollered, the slur in his voice. "Make your self god damn useful and get me another beer."

I sighed heavily and left the bedroom, making my way out to the fridge to follow his orders. I felt hopeless, like there was nothing I could do other than follow his orders and pray that things didn't turn out as awful as they had before. I was here for one night only and I was already scared. 

I was scared and alone. It was currently 8 am and I had been here for a entire twenty-four hours and I spent about twenty-three of them thinking about Carson and what I'd left behind. 

I snatched a few beer from the fridge and headed towards the couch that Kyle was sprawled upon, the couch that was also full of cigarette ashed and tiny pieces of marijuana. It reeked like beer and Mom and Kyle had brought it to every living location they have since I came to live with her three years ago. They said it had good memories but every time I looked at it, all I seen where the bad memories. My bad memories.

Once I passed him one and set the other two on the coffee table in front of him, I began to walk away but was stopped by his grimy hand gripping my arm and jolting me back. 

"What?" I snapped, viciously. 

"Didn't I tell you to make yourself useful." He said, standing up in front of me which his hand still holding on. His eyes travelled me up and down and it made me cringe. His face was close to mine and his breath reeking of liquor and anything else washed over me. 

"I got you your beer, don't fucking touch me." I yanked my arm away from him but before I could get away he pushed me, causing my feet to lose balance and I landed onto the above mentioned, disgusting couch. 

He smirked, staring down at me. "You didn't think you were going to come back and live here for free did you? You're still holding up your same end of the bargain that you did before. After all, you always were our best money maker." 

The tears rose up to my eyes but I didn't let them show. I was becoming soft, my icy surrounding was melting before my very eyes and I couldn't let that happen here. It wasn't acceptable, he could never know that he was getting to me.

His body leaned over me, a hand on both sides of me. His face got close to mine again and I struggled to breath. "You're going to give it to every other man in the trailer park, you should be giving it to me for free."