No Good Girl

Chapter Dos

And here's Chapter 2 darlings...

(Chapter 2)

The moment I got home I tended myself to a scorching hot shower. I felt as if the water was peeling the skin off of my bones. But this was the routine to remove unwanted memories, I wasn’t pathological but I wasn’t technically sane. Maybe people haven’t noticed because I’m insanely beautiful and rich. Something people dreamt about because they were measley human beings. Who wants to waste their life dreaming?

“River hurry up!” My impatient mother begged.

“It’s only been fifty minutes!” I whined. “Give me another ten please.”

I heard my mother prancing up the steps, so I wasn’t shocked by her pulling my Looney Tunes shower curtains back. “Holding people up gets you nowhere in life.”

“I can’t get out of the shower if you’re standing in front of it, so therefore you’re holding me up.” I smiled mockingly in her face as she stepped aside grinning.

My mother, Aries, is a thirty-two year old Colombian women. I wasn’t born in America, I was born in Colombia, I came here at the age of five, so did my mother. As to how my parents met, I will never receive a response to that question until the day I die. I sometimes question if he’s even my real father.

Downstairs in my kitchen was the kid whose life I wanted to destroy, and his abusive father. If he hadn’t beat my ass I probably would’ve called DCF and had them solve his problem. 

Why was he in my house? My parents wanted to find a ‘resolution’ to this conflict that he and I have. Little do they know the conflict has yet to commence. Since we were having dinner with trash, I decided not to dress formal. Sweat pants and a t-shirt was fine.My mother began scolding me with her eyes the moment, I walked down the stairs.

Trevor was dressed discretely to nothing and his father wasn't scolding him, I'm starting to like this dude.

"Hi Mr. Sanchez," I turned to Trevor. "And hello to you Trevor."

The chump didn't even acknowledge my presence as important, he eyed me as if I was dirt on his brand new Foamposites.

"Well since everyone's here, I guess when can be seated and begin dinner, River do you mind setting the food on the table?" My mother asked with a huge smile.

Mentally I was racking my brain trying to find reason to Trevor's egotistical smirk.

Actually I do. I want to spend my time scalping Trevor.

"No problem mom." I followed her into our three-part kitchen.

Can somebody tell me why Trevor had a satisfied smirk on his face? I'm supposed to be wearing that not him.

As soon as the table was set with the mouth-watering food my mother prepared we were seated. Coincidentally, Trevor was directly in front of me, his eyes boring into my soul whenever I looked up.

What the hell was with this kid?

My father wiped his mouth with a napkin, and began making small talk. Unsuccessfully. "So Trevor, how do you like the new school?"

"It's complete shit." Trevor replied without missing a beat.

Now it was my turn to bore my eyes into his soul. "Wrong answer. When an adult speaks to you, you reply formally. My father is not one of your hood rat friends from the slums."

"You think you all high and mighty because you living in here," his father boasted.

Trevor smiled, "You haven't been in the real world baby girl, it's levels to this shit. You prancing around here blowing your parents money, while other niggas gotta be on the side of street, risking their freedom for a couple benjamins."

"Is that why you’re so reckless," I questioned, mumbling under my breath as I continued to eat.

"Excuse me? What the fuck you just said."

My parents were silent, not being used to this type of behavior, I don't blame them.

Slamming my eating utensils down I stared at Trevor, looking him directly in the eyes. "I'm sorry that your father doesn't give a shit about you enough to get you things in life. And I'm also sorry that your mother didn't teach you any manners or respect whatsoever before she up and left your retarded ass with your abusive father."

That is all it took for me to go flying into the wall. I refuse to get beaten in my house. Trevor's dad grabbed him as I slammed my dinner plate on his head. As he was being dragged out of my home, I smiled. "Looks like we will never reconcile our friendship."

"River, are you okay? You were thrown pretty hard."

I nodded, "I'm fine dad."

I was gonna kill that stuck up bitch. I knew what she was doing but I don't know why I let myself fall for it again. She intentionally drags my mother into whatever insult she throws my way but little does she know why I retaliate.

Six years ago...

I was lying in my bed, on my Spider-man sheets waiting on my dad to come home with treats like he always did, but while waiting my mom brought a friend home. His name was William.

William came into my room along with my mom as I watching Ninja Turtles.

"Tre?" My mom called.

"Yes ma?" I was slightly annoyed because they were impeding on my tv time.

"Will has a game he wants to play with you, do you wanna play?"

"Only if it's really cool." I grinned.

"Trust me lil man, it's real cool." Will responded dragging out the e in real.

Turns out the game wasn't as exciting as I thought, it actually hurt. I remember lying in my stomach as William placed all his weight on me. And when the pain kicked in, I begged my mom to make him stop. But all she did was stare at me.

Lucky for me though, my dad walked in. He was my hero up until he beat me later that night. I cried out in agony pleading for him to stop hitting me, telling him I did nothing wrong.

But all he said was 'never let any nigga take what's yours'.

In a way, I knew he was referring to another man taking my mother away from him, then I understood why he beat me, he was angry at me. I never told him that my mother had a new 'friend' coming by everytime he stepped out those doors.

I wonder if she even loved me.

"Trevor?" My dad said loudly.

Groaning, I rubbed my eyes. "What dad?"

Looking out the window I realized we still weren't anywhere near home.

"You good?"

I nodded, "Yeah I'm straight."

When he lifted his hand, I flinched. “Fuck you flinching for?”

“Thought you were gonna…”

And he did. He punched me right in the nose. I let the blood drip from nose and onto my white shirt. “Don’t anticipate or assume shit.”

“Fuck you.”

He pressed the brakes so hard I jerked forward hitting my head. “What’d you say?”

“You heard me nigga! I’m tired of you putting your hands on me just cause you feel like it? I don’t give a shit if you my father or not I’ll load a full clip in your ass before I let you bitch me out.”

My father smirked, “And that’s what a father would want to hear. Get your whiny ass in the car.”

He was testing me. Again.

*bows* What do you guys think about Trevor now? What about River? What kind of a relationship are Trevor and his dad establishing? So many questions to be answered....stay tuned for Chapter 3 !