Kayla's POV
I drop my eyes, ducking my head and moving as far to the right as the hallway will allow. My foster father steps closer to me. His hand reaches out and grabs a piece of my hair. I jerk away, slamming my head into the wall. My heart slams into my lungs, knocking the breath out of me. His fingers drift along my jawline.
"Careful there, Sweet Cheeks, wouldn't want to damage that pretty little head of yours," he tells me. I still don't breathe. He presses his lips against mine and I don't move. He pulls away and pats my cheek. "Good girl." He turns and walks down the hall. I scramble to my bedroom and force my shaking hands to flip the lock.
I back away from the door slowly, allowing oxygen to fill my lungs again. I reach into my back pocket an tug out my phone. Scrolling through my contacts, I find Jax's number. I press the call button and hold the phone up to my year.
"Hey Kayla. What's up?"
"Hey Hatchet," I say, forcing a smile into my voice. "Do you have any pot?"
"Why do you ask?"
"Because I'm reporting you to the cops for illegal drug possession." I take a seat on the ground, in perfect vantage point of the door.
"Wow that one was almost funny enough to make me laugh." I let myself grin and roll my eyes.
"So was that. I want to get high."
"Again? Dang Kayla, you're singlehandedly gonna run me dry."
"I haven't used that much."
"I've easily lost twelve grams to you."
"That was a random number you pulled out of your head," I retort. There's a pause on the other end of the line. "Hatchet?"
"Kyle's got some."
"Okay," I drawl.
"Get it from him," Jax states.
"Wait no, come on you know he'd never-"
"Bye Kayla!"
"Hatchet!" The line clicks dead. I rip the phone away from my ear and glare at the screen. Footsteps move past my door and I jump up instantly. My knuckles white against my phone. Screw it. I scroll through my contacts again and stop at Danny's name. I pull my lips in between my teeth and press the call button. He picks up on the second ring.
"Hang on a sec. Would you pricks shut up for two minutes?" he yells. There's a chorus of voices, but I can't figure out what they are saying. I do make out the faint click of a door. My eyes fly toward mine. It's still closed. "La La?" I sigh and sink back down to the floor.
"Hi Danny."
"Hey." Below me I hear the low rumble of the garage door closing. I feel the relief fall onto my shoulders.
"Do you wanna come over?"
"Now?"
"Well yeah," I answer.
"Do you want me to?"
"No I just asked to be polite and I'm calling you to say hello and hang up."
"Sounds like you."
"You know me. A polite little lady." I feel him smile in the static.
"Yeah I'll come over."
"Okay," I say, then I hang up and run my fingers through my hair. I stand up and move to the makeup piled on top of my dresser. I cover my face in foundation, accenting with bronzer. Then I line my eyes in black and coat my lashes in mascara. My eyes catch on the cigarette scars on my shoulder and I sigh. I pick up the foundation and tug the strap of my black tank top off. The doorbell echoes throughout the house and I drop the foundation.
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Bad Boys
Teen Fiction{COMPLETED} Kyle was just Kyle. No last name, no family, no past. It was simple that way. Or at least it was easier than being Daniel, who cared too much to be anything but a coward. Kyle got decent cash from his side job, flunked classes on purpose...
