Fractured

Chapter 21

That night Conner told me that he had a few things to clear up at work before I could start working there tomorrow.

I wanted to ask him what exactly I was doing for my job but before I could even ask him I heard the front door click signaling his departure.

I sighed and grabbed by phone settling into my makeshift bed that was Conners couch.

It's never a good thing when my brain has the privilege of thinking. I couldn't stop myself from thinking about my mother, the way her face looked when she was screaming out the front porch door, the look of accomplishment on her face when she watched me break down in front of her. Nothing was ever going to be the same between us, and I wished that my Dad was here, if he would have been here our family wouldn't have gone to hell. If Andrew would have been here he would have somehow managed to calm my mother. Andrew was always my mothers favorite, it didn't take a genius to figure out. But ever since I was little I wanted to be someone my mother would be proud about, but she never seemed to notice me. All of her attention was always focused on Andrew. ""Look at Andrews grades!"" She would proudly sputter to my grandparents before they passed away. ""Look at how athletic Andrew is!""

Maybe that's why I always had a better relationship with my father, he didn't brag about just Andrew alone, he bragged about us both. In a weird way that made me feel special.

And when they both passed away, it opened my eyes and I finally stopped living for my mother, and started living for me.

I just started taking action when I met Conner, he brought out the worst in me but in a good way.

I didn't want to think anymore so I reached for the TV remote on the coffee table and clicked the power button, seconds later the mini plasma screen lite up. The sound of people talking immediately following. Hopefully that'll distract me.

A re run of Friends was on so I distracted myself and got observed in there life.

My phone started ringing and it actually terrified me so much I just about jumped about three feet into the air.

I grabbed my phone off of the couch cushion and looked at the number that texted me, it was from a random number.
I slid the lock screen and clicked on messages.

'Hey Kitten.' I immediately recognized that this was Conners number.

Immediately I felt relieved and I was smiling as I typed back.

'What the hell do you want? I was watching Friends.'

I stared at the screen. Seconds later a bubble with three dots popped up notifying me that he was typing back.

'Feisty as ever I see, you should be more grateful considering I just got you a job.'

'You got me a job?' I typed back excitedly. He never even told me what my job was going to be and I was little scared I mean if Conner got me the job it could be almost anything.

'Yup, not only will you get to see me all day you'll also get to see me at work.'
My smile got bigger, weather or not I liked admitting it I did enjoy spending time with Conner.

'Oh great, what exactly is my job?'
Watch me become a personal stripper for Conner or something. I was not doing that if that's what it was I will not become one of his sluts, I didn't roll like that.

'I don't know. I'll tell you when I get back ' He responded and I gaped at the screen. Are you fucking kidding me? I should have known I was going to become a stripper. This is what my life has dropped down too, I have to say this is an all time low for myself.