SCARS | STITCHES 2 (girlxgirl)

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Jordan :

"So he's alive?" I asked my lawyer and mother. I should have bashed his head in harder, how could he be alive. I'm so stupid, so weak, I should have killed him I WANT to kill him. I thought about that night when I tried to escape. Maybe if I would have hit his head harder maybe he would be dead right now. But if Scott's still alive he's still a threat to me. God, I'm tired of running from him I want to kill him, I want to feel his thick blood against my fingertips.

"Is four pm fine?" my mother asked me. I looked back at her and my lawyer. "Four?" I asked. "Your therapy sessions is four fine?" my mother asked. Therapy? I don't need therapy if anyone needs to take therapy it's Scott he kidnapped me and starved me. I balled my fist. "I don't need therapy."

"The doctor said you need to take these sessions, your traumatized Jordan." I glared at my mother. "I'm not going, I'm eighteen you can't make me do anything anymore I'm officially grown," I told her. My lawyer awkwardly smiled, "Just think about your options sweetie" I sucked my teeth. My mother walked my lawyer to the door.

"That's what you get fucking white boys" I heard my cousin Elijah say entering the room. He was on his phone scrolling through his social media. I glared at him. "I don't need to take advice from a twenty-year-old virgin." I mocked.

He glared at me, "I'm waiting for the right women" he said. He doesn't even know how to talk to females maybe if he wasn't such a jerk a girl would actually suck his dick. I looked at his hair. The back of his hair was shaved and his natural hair was curly on top. I want a fade haircut, I need a new look. Ravi haircuts are always nice maybe I can ask his barber. I opened my phone at texted Ravi. I'm sneaking out tonight text me your hotel address.

It's been a week since I left that hospital and imagine spending that moment with my friends, not my racist and homophobic family. I got up, "where are you going?" Eli asked. "Bed" I responded. "At seven in the afternoon?"

"Yes," I lied. I walked to Eli's room and grabbed his duffle bag. I don't have many clothes to pack except for the new outfits my mother brought me, which were girly things I would never wear.

I walked to the guest room and packed my clothes. After I was done packing I hid the bag underneath my bed. I set my alarm clock to midnight I know nobody would be up at that time. I closed my eyes, "please don't let me have those nightmares again"I begged.

I woke up to a loud alarm and groaned and reached for my phone. I yawned and slowly got out of bed. I grabbed Eli's duffle bag and walked out of the guest room.

I closed the door behind me and tippy-toe down the hallway. The whole house was quiet, I didn't have any money it's not like I can take a bus. I should call Liv and see if Michael can pick me up. I reached for the front door knob when I heard Eli ask "where do you think you're going?"

I frowned, what is he doing up I turned to face him he was wearing grey sweats and a red Nike windbreaker hoodie with his hood over his head. "I could ask you the same question?"I noticed he was holding car keys.

He was sneaking out too. "I could ask you the same question?"

"I'm older than you try again" he frowned. "I need to see Liv."He quickly chuckled "the lesbian?" he asked. "My girlfriend" I corrected. "When did this even happen?" he asked. "I thought you liked boys" he added on.

"I like boys and girls" I corrected.

He paused, "You just haven't had the right dick yet," he told me. He was giving me that condescending look people give you when they believe their right. But he's not right how selfish can someone be to not accept your sexuality. I forced myself not to roll my eyes and lord it was hard. "You know white guys don't have big dicks like black guys " he explained. Everything that's coming out this boy's mouth is ignorant.