Jayla (My Story)

paying the price (unedited)

       The drive back to his house was quiet. I guess he figured he best keep his mouth shut if he wanted to make it home. After all I was the one in control of the car.
     I hated the way people act when they get drunk. I'd had alot of experience dealing with it. My mind wandered back to my Daddy. 
         My ( b) dad had been a drunk as long as I could remember. He drank from the time he got up until he went to bed. The only person I had ever seen drink until they were sober again. I love my Dad with all my heart but he was scary when he was drunk.

  Dad would get so drunk the smallest thing someone said to him would have him ready to fight. He had this knife that he called "old trusty" he carried it with him everywhere. It was his favorite because it had a balanced weight that made it perfect for throwing. He would sit on the couch and throw it in the corner on the opposite side of the room and stick it every time. I hated it. As daddy got older and his legs got worse he got quick to pull trusty. Anytime I was at his house once he started getting tipsy I would take trusty and throw it behind the couch or entertainment center. Daddy would start looking for it and my brothers and I would tell him we hadn't seen it. After he passed out I would put it back for the next day. I swear I will not be that person I don't care who demands it.

When I pulled up at Jacks house about two o'clock in the morning. Everything was quiet I walked through to his bedroom when I heard his grandmother call his name. He stopped at her bedroom door and gave me a shove toward his which was farther down the hall.

" Your Dad's out, he will be home in the morning." She told him.

He didn't say anything I heard his footsteps coming down the hall. Then he punched his door open causing me to jump. He laughed.

" Don't get scared yet. The night just got started." He said walking over to me.

He had a bottle of beer in his hand. He grabbed my jaw and squeezed it causing  me to open my mouth and poured the beer down my throat until I got strangled. I almost threw up.

" You say I can't make you do what I want you to do but look at you, Jayla. Your stuck at my house until I decide you can go home. No on even knows where I live and you didn't tell your mom I was making you stay she thinks her precious little Jayla is just rebelling." He said then he slapped me in face.
" You think you can tell me no." He said and he slapped me again.

" I did." I said which earnt me another slap.

" You will know not to from now on. You probably costed me a friend tonight you stupid cripple bitch." He shouted

" Then I done him a favor I guess." I replied. Three slaps that time.

" You just don't know when to shut the fuck up" he said taking off his belt he went to his door and locked the sliding lock that was to high up for me to reach.

" I'm going to get a shower and when I get back you better be undressed and in that bed." He said and walked into the bathroom. As soon as the bathroom door closes I quietly walked to the bedroom door. I stood on my tiptoes trying to reach the lock. Why do I have to be so short. I went to the window and tried to raise it but it was nailed on the outside who the hell does that?  I heard the shower cut off I quickly went back to the door I jumped to try to undo the lock my fingers hit the lock. I jumped again and slid the lock some more as soon as it unlocked I swung the door opened but it was slammed shut again.

" Going somewhere?" Jack asked he grabbed my throat again cutting off my air. He backed me up and threw me onto the bed. He grabbed my pants and snatched them off it was then that I noticed he didn't have any clothes on. I tried getting away from him hitting him and screaming. " No one is gonna help you. Now Shut the fuck up or I'll shut you up." He said in my ear squeezing my throat again Tears fell from my eyes as I fought to get what little air I could. " No one gives a fuck about you Jayla. No one's coming to save you. It's been two days.  Mama hasn't done anything. Big bad Daddy hasn't come running to save you. You are a worthless cripple bitch that no one gives a fuck about. This is all your good for." He said and continued his assault. At some point darkness consumed me and the world disappeared. Lord just take me now.

The next morning I woke up so sore I could barely move. Jack wasn't in the room surprisingly. I moved as fast as I could to the bathroom. I took a shower as hot as I could stand it. It felt good on my sore body.  When I finished I used the make up he had brought to me to cover the bruises on my face and neck making sure they werent noticeable. Gosh I look like one of those girls that need a scraper to get the mask off of their face.
   I walked back into his room to find my clothes. I didn't want to wear anything of his I'd rather wear mine even if they had been worn for two days. I looked over by bed but they weren't there about that time Jack walked in he had my clothes in his hand.
     " Here" he's said throwing my clothes at me." Grandma washed them because they smelled like beer get dressed and come out I want you to meet my dad." He told me and walked out of the room.

Lord please don't let his dad be anything like him. Give me the strength to make it another day. God please help me make it home.

I got dressed and walked out into the living room where Jack sat talking to a man that looked like an older version of him. As I sat down on the couch his dad looks at me.

" You must be Jayla. I'm Jerry. Mama has told me so much about you. What a sweet nice girl you are." He said offering his hand to me.

" It's nice to meet you sir." I said shaking his hand

" So how old are you? You look to be about twelve." He said laughing which made me laugh also. I knew I looked younger than my age  partly because I only stood four foot eleven and weighed a whole ninety pounds.

" I'm sixteen." I said

" Oh OK and does your mom know that your here with Jack?" He asked

" Yes I came Friday to have dinner with Uncle Buck I was going home  but we had car trouble." I answered him

Jack got up and walked into his bedroom.

"Jayla, come here for a min."  Jack yelled out to me.

" I need to go see what he wants." I said to Jerry and pointed my thumb towards the bedroom.

" Oh yeah yeah of course." he said and I turned and walked back to the bedroom.

As soon as I walked in he shut the door and locked it. He started walking towards me and his demon eyes were back.  Every step he took I took one back until my back hit the wall. He slammed me against the wall and with his hand around my neck lifted me off the floor.

" You stupid whore your gonna sit there and flirt with my dad in front of me. You'd probably like that straight out of prison roughness. You nasty bitch, then again it might be fun to watch my dad fuck your brains out. But after ten years in the pin he'd probably prefer your ass." He said leaning his head down to whisper in my ear.

Please tell me this is not happening. I really hope his dad isn't like him. They will kill me before I will be passed around.

Bang bang bang

Someone was banging on the door.

"Why the fuck is this damn door locked?" Jerry yelled

"Hold on a second." Jack said releasing his hold on me. I let out a strangled cry and ran into the bathroom and locked the door. I heard the door to the bedroom bust open.

" Where is she and what the hell did you do to her?" Jerry demanded

" You didn't have to kick my damn door in." Jack said to him.
" And she's in the bathroom I didn't do anything."

There's a knock on the bathroom door but I wasn't going to open it.
" Jayla open this door I just want to see that your OK." Jerry said.

God please let that be true..

I slowly opened the bathroom door as soon as his eyes were on me he turn and pinned Jack to the wall.
"If you ever put your hands on her again I'll kill you myself." He said then turned back to me.

" You need to call your mother. I don't know what's been going on but she is worried sick and was about to call the law to come find you here. She said you wouldn't give her an address or anything." Jerry said handing me the phone. "Oh and Jayla," I stopped and looked back at him. " Tell her we are leaving to bring you home." He said.

I couldn't stop the tears from falling. I was going home. This nightmare was over. My prayers were answered.
Thank you God for hearing me.