I am hurriedly carrying whatever bags I can grab down to Jaxon's Hummer, Cathleen is waiting impatiently in the passenger's seat. Jaxon walks out behind, carrying the last of my things. Being nice for a change.
I sit in the furthest backseat, so they don't have to breath in my air. Cathleen cannot stand me because Jaxon told her lies on me. Luckily, Quil believes me over these two.
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The ride takes what seems like forever. Quil ellos me with my things, and with decorating my room.
"I like your pants." Quil says, clearly embarrassed about being in the same room alone with a girl.
"Thanks...." I mutter, remembering who bought them for me. "My mother bought them for me the night before she was killed in the crash."
Quil frowns. "I'm sorry to bring up the memories."
I smile at my new brother. "Don't worry about it. Memories don't hurt; I have nothing but good memories of my mother."
"What is your mother's name?" Quil asks.
I let out a shaky chuckle. "Raquelle Montgomery. Montgomery was her maiden name before she got Fleming from marrying Jaxon."
"You don't call him dad?" Quil asks.
"He doesn't deserve it." I reply. "He has abused me mentally and physically since my mother died."
Quil shakes his head in disbelief. "You'll be fine. Has he enrolled you in school yet?"
"Yeah, I start tomorrow." I reply. "I need a car."
"C'mon, I know who will get you one."
Quil walks me across the street, to a small red shack with a ramp. A man in a wheelchair rolls or. He looks pretty hip. He has long black hair, and wears a cowboy hat.
"Quil, what can I do for you and your friend?" He asks.
"Billy, this is my mom's husband's daughter, my sister, Tori Fleming." Quil says.
Billy looks at me and he smiles. "Hi, there. I'm Billy Black. Now, Quil, what do you need?"
"Tori needs a car, so she can drive herself to school." Quil says.
"And you to school." I smirk.
Quil blushes and I hear Billy laugh.
"I'll have Paul Lahote come over here tomorrow when you get out of school. Tori, just walk over here when you get home." Billy smiles before calling for Jacob, whoever that is. "This is my son, Jacob."
Jacob's Jaír is long too. "Hey."
"I'm Tori." I shake Jacob's hand. "See you guys tomorrow."
Quil and I go back home. Jacob and Charleen are already screwing in their bedroom. Quil goes to his room and I go to mine. I put my earbuds in and I blast Helena by MCR to block out the sexual sounds of Charleen.
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After my shower, i cook supper. I make fried chicken, mashed potatoes, and some homemade mac and cheese. I make plates for everybody but me, then I go back to my room. Jaxon doesn't like when I eat. So, I usually eat at school so he doesn't know.
I open up my Facebook on my Samsung phone, and I scroll through my wall of hateful posts from bullies from my old school in Phoenix, Arizona. I blow a piece of my red hair out of my face before I take the towel out from around me. (Yes she cooked in a towel).
I put on some batman pajama pants and a yellow tank top before brushing the tangles from my damp hair. I step out when I hear the other room doors open and close, and I wash the dishes used tonight.
I go back to my room, and I collapse lazily into my bed. I need to be lazy while I can. I start school tomorrow; and Paul Lahote is supposed to be driving me to a car lot in Port Angeles tomorrow.
According to Quil, Port Angeles is an hour away driving the speed limit. We made it here in 45 minutes because Jaxon doesn't know how to drive by the speed limit.
I stare at my ceiling until my eyes begin growing heavy. I eventually close my eyes and I fall asleep.
