My Protector..

Chapter 20; Waking Up Each Morning In Another Bed

I woke up, sighing. I quickly got to my feet and got changed into clothes I didn't care about. I quickly drank a bottle of Mountain Dew, before storming out of the house, alone. Some-one had removed Harry's body from our driveway and cleaned my car, probably Lawrence. I got into my car and drove to school, where I sat on a bench round the back, where no-one would find me. I wasn't going into any lessons today, I didn't feel like it. This was my last year of school before University, it didn't matter. Year nines suddenly came into view. They spotted me and I whipped my heads towards them. My eyes stayed on one. She looked interesting. She had long, black hair, pale, pale skin and eyes as green as grass. Her clothes were all black, her top was a 'Black Veil Brides' top, which made me laugh. She wore black skinny jeans and converse. The look on her face was solemn and her body was too mature to be a year eight. She stared right back at me, her face straight. I felt... compelled to talk to her, so I waved her over. She began walking over, dragging her feet, without much enthusiasm.

"Yes...?" She said in a dreary voice, depressed.

"Sit down," I said. She sat next to me and sighed.

"I repeat, yes...?" She drawled out.

"What's your name?"

"What's it to you, no-one else cares."

"I care, now, what's your name?"

"Fine... Alyssa, okay?"

"Mines Gertrude, Gertrude Boa." I said. She looked up and smiled.

"So, you're the famous Gertrude Boa. Thanks for killing my brother." She said.

"W-who's your brother?" I asked, gulping.

"Mike? Big tough lad, you beat him to a pulp and he died that very night in hospital." She said. Mike... Mike... oh yeah!

"Maybe if he had stayed away from my gang..." I said.

"Mike was always a stupid cunt for things like that, but he's dead now, so what does it matter?"

"Is that why you're like this? All depressed and stuff?" I asked, guilt beginning to weigh down my heart.

"Oh no," she said, "I'm like this because not only did you kill my brother, your mother had sex with my father, tore my family apart and made my mother kill herself."

"Oh... I guess my family hasn't been too kind to you in the years then..." I said, looking down.

"Don't feel bad, it's okay." She scoffed.

"Do you live with your dad now?" I asked, looking her in the mascara covered eye.

"No, I'd never live with that cheating scumbag. I live in all different places. You'd be surprised how many men will let you stay in their house if you have sex with them." She said. My eyes widened. She could only be fourteen.

"What?! You... you have sex? Every night?"

"Yeah? No-one knows, obviously. I'm not quite sure why I told you, actually...." She said.

"You shouldn't do that, they're pedophiles!" I argued.

"And? It gives me a roof over my head."

"Don't you feel bad when you wake up in the morning?" I asked. She burst out laughing, tears nearly spilling out of her eyes.

"I always feel bad, Gertrude. I'm a depressed year nine, I have about three friends and I'm not even sure if they like me, every day I wake up in another strangers bed, either covered in jizz or condoms, it's never any different, and then I leave before they wake up, hoping that I don't have AIDS and hoping that I'm not pregnant. I steal their money and make my way to school, for another day of torture and bullying. It's not the ideal life, but it's the best I can get." She said. I looked her in the eye. She was nearly crying, but I knew she wouldn't. She seemed like one of those girls who didn't let out emotions.

"No, it's not the best you can get. Live with me and my family, it's not much of a family, me, Keaton and Sophie, but sure as hell it's home. You don't need to fuck people to find a home, you don't need to worry about AIDS and being pregnant, you need to worry about wether your hair is too greasy or not, you're worrying about too much for a fourteen year old." I said. She looked up, and smiled. It wasn't fake like all her other ones. It was genuine.

"Seriously? I-I could live with you guys? I-I don't know what to say..." She said.

"I owe it to you. But can I ask you something?" I asked.

"Ask away."

"What made you do that to yourself? Your dad cheated on your mum, that's not particularly a valid reason to go and fuck every guy you meet." I said.

"Dad didn't just cheat on my mum, he doesn't care about me. I disappeared for three days, I got back and he just said, 'oh, you're back'. I had been raped in those three days, raped so many times I don't even know. And the fact that my dad just didn't care, pushed me over the edge. I ran away that night, picked up the first stranger I could seduce, fucked him untill dawn. That's how it all started." She said. I gasped.

"Well, you don't even get a choice anymore, you're staying with me." I said. She laughed, a genuine laugh.