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five

Jade

She finally got off work three hours later, and when she arrived home and went inside, glass was shattered all around the living room and kitchen floor.

She flinched as she heard another glass bottle shatter against the floor, squeezing her eyes tightly shut as her father walked over to her.

"How much did you make today?" He scowled, holding out his hand, waiting for the money.

"Almost two-hundred," she answered softly, looking down at her feet.

"Look at me when I'm talking to you," he growled, gripping her chin tightly so she would look at him. "Now give me the money."

"But I need it," she whispered quietly, causing him to push her away harshly.

"You're living under my roof," he hissed at her. "You get food, water, clothes, hot water, and a bed to sleep in, and you don't pay a single penny! Yet you're too selfish to give me the money? Selfish whore."

"Here," she said quietly, taking the wad of cash out of her back pocket and handing it to him. "I'm sorry."

"Go up to your room," he only muttered, counting each bill as he waved her upstairs.

Jade lowered her head, trudging upstairs and into her room, shutting the door behind her.

I need money.

She felt the tears filling her eyes again. Why was she even working if she wasn't allowed to keep the money she made?

Two-hundred bucks, wasted on drugs and alcohol.

She wiped her nose with the back of her hand, sniffing as hot tears began streaming down her porcelain cheeks.

Why doesn't anyone love me?

Mom would love me if she was still here.

But she wasn't.

She then grabbed a tank top and sweats from her drawer, heading into the bathroom and turning on the water.

She stripped off that ridiculous outfit and stepped into the shower, allowing the steaming hot water to stream down her body as she squeezed shampoo onto her hair and began scrubbing harshly, her eyes closing as the water fell down her face.

After she was done washing her hair, she leaned her head back against the shower wall, her eyes still closed as the hot water continued dripping down her bare body.

She was so tired of living this life.

Maybe if she actually had something to live for, she wouldn't mind it.

But she had nothing to live for.

Just then chocolate eyes flooded her thoughts, and she felt her lips curl into a small smile.

His eyes were like pools of chocolate.

Damnit, now I want chocolate.

Daddy wouldn't approve.

She let out a long sigh and turned off the shower, stepping out and wrapping a towel around her body, drying off before slipping into her pajamas.

She then wrapped her hair up in the towel and went back to her bedroom, plugging in the blow-dryer to dry her hair.

After she had finished drying and curling her hair, she climbed into bed, pulling the covers up over her body.

She then fell asleep, wishing things were different.

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