Broken Trust

Chapter one

Chapter 1:

Jessica’s pov:

“I didn’t do anything to you! Why are you treating me like crap!?” I yelled to my mother who is currently pulling my hair, stopping me from going anywhere.

“Your father was the only thing that made me happy; since you were born HE was the one to take care of you! He just had to go and get in an accident, not to mention it was your entire fault!! You had to be the sick child you are and made him speed home and crash!” My mom screamed as she let go of my hair and pushed me to the floor, causing me to hit my head on the gray tile hallway floor; a headache banging through my skull. Before I can stand up she’s screaming at me again, “And now your teachers are calling me about your cuts all over your arms! Telling me I should care for you more!”

“I didn’t think they’d see them and-” I was cut off.

“Well they did! You need to leave. Pack your stuff and live somewhere else. You’re 17. You can take care of yourself.”

“I didn’t mean to do anything mom, I-“

“Go. Now.”

She didn’t have to tell me twice. I stoop up slowly, cautious of my headache, and walked to my room. When I got done putting the last thing in my suitcase, I couldn’t help but frown. I’m 17 years old, suicidal, with no place to stay. I have no trust for anyone, not after what happened last year…

“Are you gonna go or am I gonna have to make ya!?” There goes my mother again.

Without saying anything, I stormed out the door. Walking and walking until my feet started to hurt. I came to a stop as I read the sign above me.

Starbucks.

A smile slowly appeared on my face. As I entered, I let myself get lost in the sweet, soothing smell of warm coffee. When a voice interrupted my moment of happiness.

“Hello, what can I get you?” the girl said. She’s maybe 20 years old. She has blond curly hair down to her waist, and beautiful blue eyes. Her body seems very skinny and fit, along with a natural glowing tan that seems to be fading with the fall weather.

“I’d like a vanilla frappe chino please.” My heart sank as I ordered. My mother used to get that because it reminded her of my father. Stinging came to my eyes and a lump formed in my throat at the mention of my father. I blinked the tears away as the waitress called my name for my drink. 

After a few sips of the coffee, realization hit me. I couldn’t help but let the tears slip. I have nowhere to go…

A/N: This is my first fanfic so please no hate. Thank you!