Relentless

Chapter 11

Jay

As I sit in bed, I contemplate my life and the choices I have made. How geeky I am, how innocent I was, how unloved I am, and how much of a disappointment I am, causing my mind to go on an endless rant of negative thoughts. To get these thoughts to escape my brain, I pick up my novel and start reading.

I have fallen deeply for Noah Shaw, one of the main characters.

Reading gets my mind off of things. Singing did too, but that was then.

As I continue reading, I hear something crash in the kitchen and jump from my bed. I place my bookmark in my novel and move to the closet.

There has to be some type of defense mechanism in here!

After searching for a few seconds, I realize that there is in fact an intruder in my Aunt's house and I don't have time to search for a baseball bat.

I take one of my jackets off of a hanger and open my bedroom door slowly. I walk along the wall listening to the person in the kitchen. I feel my heart rate increase and I want to run. But if I continue running, they'll only run after me.

Finding the gumption, I run into the kitchen to see a man looking in the bare refrigerator. I run up to him and raise the hanger to hit him when he turns to see me. I start to hit him when he grabs the hanger from my hands.

"Calm down, Mommy Dearest! I thought you didn't want any wire hangers." Ashton says, smiling and holding the hanger. I gasp and back up once I realize he is standing in my kitchen.

"What are you doing?" I ask.

"Looking for breakfast. Your Aunt needs to do some serious grocery shopping. No wonder why you're so skinny."

My Aunt isn't the reason why I'm so skinny, asshole, it was my mother!

The thought of my mother brings back all of the memories of her drinking and hurting me. I shake it off and focus on Ashton.

"No, I mean what are you doing here? How did you find me? How did you get in here?"

"Your Aunt let me in. Last night she asked me to come over today and watch you. So that's what I'm doing here."

"I don't need a babysitter." I say, folding my arms over my chest.

"Well, your Aunt thinks you do."

"But I'm turning eighteen in November."

"You're a seventeen year old who acts like she's seven."

"Oh and what are you? You're a conceited asshole who loves to make other people miserable."

"How do you know that?" He asks, smirking.

"I... I just do."

He turns around to continue searching the refrigerator.

"So how much is she paying you?" I ask.

"Fifteen bucks an hour."

"I'm guessing that wasn't her first offer."

"She started at five. No way in hell was I staying here with you for five dollars an hour."

I sit down at the kitchen counter and run my hands through my hair, aggravated that I have this jerk as my babysitter for God knows how long.

"This is impossible. Come on, let's go get something to eat." Ashton says, closing the refrigerator door and getting his car keys from the counter.

"I'm not going anywhere." I say.

"Fine, I'll be right back. Do you want anything?" He asks. I find myself smiling an evil smile when I turn to him.