My Ride or Die

Chapter 30

Jenny

"How could that bastard do that to me?", I shouted on the phone to Serena. "What a douche! I'll kill him! How dare he hurt my Jenny?", she said back. "I mean I'm not a prize to be won or a race horse to place a bet on me! What the hell was he thinking?" Serena agreed. "I feel like such a whore," I said quietly. "How could I let him have my body like that and he turns around and does that to me?" "No babe. You didn't do anything wrong. What you did was something couples do when they're in love. But sometimes, boys do incredibly stupid things out of pride."

I scoffed. "Well, he needs to let that pride go." Caleb pulled on my dress to signal he wanted to eat. "I gotta go, Serena. Thanks for talking to me."

We hung up and I picked Caleb up and he tried to make me laugh. "Sissy, don't cry!," he said as he hugged me. "Aww," I said as I kissed his forehead. "You're the only man in my life," I said as he clung unto me.

"Not the only man, I hope. What about me?", Brandon asked as he leaned on the wall of the kitchen. Mine and Caleb's face went white. I quickly gave Caleb his food and ignored what Brandon had said as he lit a cigarette and puffed it a few times before Caleb began to eat.

I could feel him behind me. His breath stank of alcohol. Vodka was his poison. "Mmm," he purred. He ran his hands down my waist and I smacked them. "You're really growing into your figure you know that?", he asked as I turned around and saw him smoke his cigarette.

He smirked and sat down. He watched Caleb eat and also watched in disgust as Caleb accidentally dropped his fork. Caleb looked at him terrifyingly as he thought Brandon was going to scream at him.

He chuckled and said, "It's ok, Caleb. No big deal." He picked up the fork and put it in the sink and gave him another one. I got up to get a cup of juice for him when suddenly, I heard a slap.

Caleb screamed and began to cry. "You fucking dumbass! How could you drop your fork? You don't know how to hold a fucking fork?!"

How dare he?

"BRANDON!", I screamed. "Don't you dare yell at him. Why would you hit him, you idiot! He's just a child!"

"He's just a child," he mocked me. He looked at Caleb again and shouted, "Be smarter next time!" I shouted back, "YOU BE SMARTER!"

Spike began to bark at Brandon. "Shut up, you mutt!", he said.

Brandon then looked at me and laughed and puffed his cigarette. I ran over to Caleb and picked him up and tried to shush him to calm him down. He began to wail and he wanted to be released from my arms. He ran out the backdoor into the yard and hid in his fort that he built with Cindy. Spike followed him.

I felt awful I let that monster hurt him. "Don't you have somewhere to be? Out with your whores or something?", I asked. He puffed his cigarette for the last time before putting it out in the ashtray and stood up and sighed.

"Don't worry about where I gotta be."

"Don't ever look or touch him ever again. I swear to God, I'll kill you," I warned him. He smiled and cornered me against the counter. "What happened with you and that boyfriend of yours?"

My eyes widened. "Nothing. None of your business."

How could he know?

"Aww, my poor baby sister," he said as he stroked me hair. I swatted his hand away. "You know you don't have to settle with that loser. I could more than just a stepbrother to you, Jen."

I was disgusted. "Ew, God! Get away from me!", I said as I pushed him back. He flexed his muscles under his wife-beater tank top and it made me even more grossed out. "I'm not interested in you or your abs. Move, Brandon," I demanded.

He looked at me with a dead look in his eye and after a few seconds he said, "Ok." He moved and turned around to walk away. He cleared his throat and took his pack of cigarettes. I turned around to face Caleb in his fort. The poor little guy. I felt so ter-

"Ah! What the fuck! Brand- OW!"

He choked me and slammed my head down on the counter near the window. I screamed and tried to move but he pinned my wrists down. He looked me right in the face as he smirked with a devilish smile. I reached for an empty bottle of beer he had but he immediately stopped me and smashed it down on the counter. "Jen, Jen, Jen," he said and sighed.

I whimpered as my only weapon was shattered into a thousand pieces. He chuckled and flipped me over. "Let's see if that bad boy has picked that fine cherry of yours."

I was terrified and screamed. He lifted my dress and painfully ripped my underwear apart and he almost stuck his fingers inside me. He pulled my hair as I shifted so that he couldn't and I begged for him to stop. "Oh where do you think you're going, Jenny? No one is gonna help you, you little whore," he hissed in my ear. I pleaded and screamed until I heard the front door burst open.