Adolescence
Nine Volt Heart
-Monday Morning-
I slid on my Pantera hoodie to cover up my bruises from the other night's beating. What did I do to make them hate me so much? I reached the end of the street where the school was in front of me and Billie's house was the other way. Screw school. I went down the street for about 3 minutes and finally, I was there. I knocked and waited about a minute before I heard latches turning and the door opened, revealing a tired Billie. "Jessica? What are you doing here?"
"I didn't want to go to school." That's a logical reason to show up on your doorstep unexpectedly.
He stood there for a second. "Come in."
"Thank you," I said coming in and sitting on the chair as he crashed on the couch.
"Why didn't...go to school..." he mumbled.
"I don't know. I didn't feel like it."
"Oh okay."
"Do you have any cigarettes?" I couldn't help but to ask.
"Kitchen." I got up to the kitchen and saw the cancer sticks. "You know, you really shouldn't smoke. It's bad for you," he said walking into the kitchen as I lit up the cigarette.
"Hypocritical much?" I laughed.
"Well...I'm 19. You're just 15."
"Good point, but..." I sighed. "I can't quit that easily. It's like biting your nails." He rubbed his shoulder and yawned.
"I need food. C'mon let's go get something to eat."
"I'm not hungry," I insisted, referring to the last meal I ate was 2 days ago at lunch and all that I had was a drink.
"Oh, come on now. You need to gain weight." Well that's nice. Billie went into the bedroom and came out zipping his pants.
"That was a fast masturbation session," I joked.
He looked at me like I was stupid. "Whatever." He paused. "I can do it much faster than that," he winked. I laughed and put the butt into the ashtray. "Well I am going to get some food."
"Fine, if you really want me to eat." I was acustomed to not eating for days on end because my parents never fed me. We didn't need a refrigerator because they never bought anything. They always went out to eat. Billie grabbed my forearm to lead me to the door. "Ow," I said quietly.
"I'm sorry. Did I hurt you?"
"It's not you..." was all I could say before he lifted my sleeve up.
"Jessica..." He said startled. "Who-who did this to you?" his tone turning angry. I wish he didn't do that.
"It's nothing Billie. I'm clumsy."
"Jess, these aren't clumsy bruises. A-Are you abused?" I stood there for a second, wanting him to shut up.
"Yeah. I am." He carefully slid my sleeve back down shaking his head.
"You need to tell someone about this."
"No!" I yelled without thinking. "You don't know what can happen to me if they figure out I told."
"Well shit Jessica! I can't just stand here and watch this happen to you!"
"Don't worry about me. I'll be fine."
I slid on my Pantera hoodie to cover up my bruises from the other night's beating. What did I do to make them hate me so much? I reached the end of the street where the school was in front of me and Billie's house was the other way. Screw school. I went down the street for about 3 minutes and finally, I was there. I knocked and waited about a minute before I heard latches turning and the door opened, revealing a tired Billie. "Jessica? What are you doing here?"
"I didn't want to go to school." That's a logical reason to show up on your doorstep unexpectedly.
He stood there for a second. "Come in."
"Thank you," I said coming in and sitting on the chair as he crashed on the couch.
"Why didn't...go to school..." he mumbled.
"I don't know. I didn't feel like it."
"Oh okay."
"Do you have any cigarettes?" I couldn't help but to ask.
"Kitchen." I got up to the kitchen and saw the cancer sticks. "You know, you really shouldn't smoke. It's bad for you," he said walking into the kitchen as I lit up the cigarette.
"Hypocritical much?" I laughed.
"Well...I'm 19. You're just 15."
"Good point, but..." I sighed. "I can't quit that easily. It's like biting your nails." He rubbed his shoulder and yawned.
"I need food. C'mon let's go get something to eat."
"I'm not hungry," I insisted, referring to the last meal I ate was 2 days ago at lunch and all that I had was a drink.
"Oh, come on now. You need to gain weight." Well that's nice. Billie went into the bedroom and came out zipping his pants.
"That was a fast masturbation session," I joked.
He looked at me like I was stupid. "Whatever." He paused. "I can do it much faster than that," he winked. I laughed and put the butt into the ashtray. "Well I am going to get some food."
"Fine, if you really want me to eat." I was acustomed to not eating for days on end because my parents never fed me. We didn't need a refrigerator because they never bought anything. They always went out to eat. Billie grabbed my forearm to lead me to the door. "Ow," I said quietly.
"I'm sorry. Did I hurt you?"
"It's not you..." was all I could say before he lifted my sleeve up.
"Jessica..." He said startled. "Who-who did this to you?" his tone turning angry. I wish he didn't do that.
"It's nothing Billie. I'm clumsy."
"Jess, these aren't clumsy bruises. A-Are you abused?" I stood there for a second, wanting him to shut up.
"Yeah. I am." He carefully slid my sleeve back down shaking his head.
"You need to tell someone about this."
"No!" I yelled without thinking. "You don't know what can happen to me if they figure out I told."
"Well shit Jessica! I can't just stand here and watch this happen to you!"
"Don't worry about me. I'll be fine."