"Do you trust me?" He asked.
Mama always told me to be truthful. So I was exactly that. "No." And that's when crap hit the fan.
When Tara Knowles comes back to Charming, she's not alone. Her fifteen year old daughter, Winnie, is sitting excitingly...
"So do you really think that something serious is going on between your mother and Jax?" Gemma questioned as we rolled up to a red light.
I yawned and slumped up against the passenger side door. There was no news from Kyle yet on whether or not he had won the race and I hoped I didn't piss him off to the point to where he was gonna leave my side for good. "Gemma, my mom isn't fucking around with my father. She really is serious about staying here and she really is serious about having a life with him."
She huffed and in response. "I can only hope."
"Look my mother can be a lot of things but a whore is not one of them. Plus my dad and her have been getting serious ever since . . ." Ever since my father killed Kohn and buried him somewhere out in the desert.
"Since what?"
"Since the death of Donna." I lied. Donna's death healed and broke my family. As sick as it sounded, I think it helped my mother identify her feelings for my father.
"Hmm."
Suddenly out of nowhere, a van came to a screeching hault behind us with their horn blasting away. "Gemma!" I exclaimed, afraid this person was gonna ram into us. My voice must have roused her from a daydream because once the van was thrown into park, Gemma reached across from my lap and into the glove department.
A small, young blonde came running out from the van. "Help!" She screamed frantically. What in the hell is going on? "My baby! He swallowed something! Please!" Tears began to stream down her face and in an instant, Gemma closed the department and got out of the car.
"Wait! Gemma!" I called after her as I frantically fumbled out of the car. I didn't have to worry about this with Abel. I was almost with him everyday. "What did he swallow?!" Even though I never came across this problem I did read ways to help a chocking baby.
"I-I-I don't know! A bottle cap or something!" The wind blew our hair around and as I frantically ripped the van door opened.
I was confused on the sight. There was no real baby. There was just a fake baby in a car seat. "What the fuck?" I whipped around as I heard a thud behind but as I turned around a bone crushing hit was thrown at my face. I fell to the floor immediately. My eyes tried focusing on the vans light. "Gemma. . . " I mumbled in pain. I looked to my left and saw my grandmother on the ground. "Ugh." My head and body felt like a thousand pounds as I tried to get back up.
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"Stupid bitch." I heard the blonde whisper. Her head popped up in front of me as she shook her head. "I can't believe you fell for that shit." With a quick whip of her hand, another hit was blown to my face and this time . . .I couldn't keep my eyes open.
