(Chapter 2)(I ain't never making her go back there, man)
" thanks BG". I say getting out of the floorboard and into the seat.
" you know that whenever you need me, I'm there". He said. Jack sat up in the back of the truck .
He looked at me. " you alright "? He asked. " No, my body's sore". I say barley audible. " he didn't hit ya did he"?" It's worse than that , he raped you"? Jack said half asked. I burst into tears, and hugged Brantley's right arm. I thought Jack was about to jump off the back of the truck and go back to beat my dads ass. But he just slammed his fists on the truck's tool box; clearly pissed. Brantley was surprisingly hiding his anger very well, normally with B, if he was pissed off he'd show it. Brantley had been like an older brother ever since mom died, he had introduced me and jack to each other at one of his parties.
(Brantley's p.o.v)
Joy hugged my right arm so tight that I thought all blood flow would stop in that part of my arm. But, she was hurting both physically and emotionally . I let her continue to squeeze my arm. I was surprised jack didn't kill Nick. I would have if I didn't think he would have shot me first.
(Jack's p.o.v)
I sat in the truck bed,my arms crossed over my chest like a child in time out . I breathed in and out of my nose; Knowing that it would help calm me down. How could anyone ever think of hurting my little Joy. She was my girl, not some play toy. Finally we pulled in the driveway at Brantley's . I jump off the back of the truck. "I'll take her". I say, picking Joy up in my arms. She buried her face in my chest. " it's gonna be alright, I'll take ya to the bathroom, where you can clean up. " I say. She nods against my chest.
(Joy's p.o.v)
Jack carried me into the house.
" take her to my bathroom". Brantley said. Jack nodded. Jack carried me into the bathroom. Jack put me down, I stumbled a little, my legs were wobbly from earlier when dad had his way.
I clung to jack as he started the bath water. He looked at me. "Want me to help".? He asked. I shake my head. " I'm fine". I whisper. I was glad that he couldn't see the blood that soaked my underwear. I knew he was mad at my father enough already.
" hey, I'm alright, just a little sore". I say with a hopeful smile. " okay, I'll go and let ya get to it then". He says. I nod and he leaves the bathroom . I did my best to pull off my dirty clothes. I stood looking at myself in the mirror . I walked unsteadily to the tub. I sat down in the water. I bathed .
