Hi. Remember me? The kid with the worst life? Probably not. It's been awhile. It's been awhile since I had problems. Luckily, I got hit with new problems recently. Let me tell you about them. But first, let me give you a small refresher of what happened before and after everything went to hell.

First, my mom fell in love with this guy, that hated my guts. As usual. But he and my mom both loved each other. He teased me, threatened me, hurt me verbally, but in the end, got so drunk, abused both me and my mom. Did I mention he was pretty loaded? Well, he was bailed out of jail recently and I've been a nervous wreck ever since. My mom makes sure I'm safe as can be, always in her sight, and doors locked 24/7 of the time. But, he knows where we live! How can I relax when the guy could be right around the corner?

Anyways, after he was put in jail and we both recovered, I've lived a very peaceful life for about two years, (despite the worries of George) and I'm turning 18 soon excitedly. It's nice just being my mom and I. The only issue, is that my mom is very lonely. I mean, I don't blame her. She goes to work early, comes home late, and comes home to a silent house, and me. Not that she hates me, don't get me wrong. I think she is just very bored? I don't know. But she has been looking around..

My mom is pretty much the only family I like to speak about, and I thought it was just going okay with the two of us. But then she came home one night with a guy in his 30's it seemed. He seemed really nice, but with my trust issues, I did not like him one bit. His kindness was too, kind. I once started to get up to get a glass of water, and he just told me to sit back down and got it for me. Like, how crazy is that? I guess this is kinda where this story is gonna start off? I don't know. Most of it is me venting about how shitty my life is, but honestly, after a while, I started liking the guy.

I was sitting on the couch, staring out the window, waiting for my mom to come home. I guess it does get pretty boring for me if I can't talk to Josh during the day, but when my mom comes home, I feel more safer. I mean, the house locked up with deadlocks at each door is pretty safe, but you just never know with this guy. Once he had been bailed out of jail, my life and my emotional state just plummeted. My anxiety built up and my mom took notice right away that I wasn't caring for myself once again, so she did all she could, and I'm grateful for that. Watching the sun set in a silent house gave me the shivers. I closed the curtains just in time to hear the back door click and open. She was home. I got up from the couch to greet her, but instead, I was greeted with her, and another man. He was a tall man with a trimmed small beard and short hair. However, he was your basic average lumberjack honestly. He wore green flannel and dark jeans.

"Jess, I know this is very late notice, but this here is Owen. I met him tonight at the bar. He's very nice."

I didn't say a word.

"Nice to meet you, Jess. Owen Baxter." Owen held out his hand for me to shake with a smile. I cautiously shook it.

"He's in a small pickle right now, so he'll be staying the night." Mom said. Thank god. This meant she didn't have him as boyfriend material. Hopefully.

"You two have a lovely home. Where will I stay?" Owen asked, fixing his backpack slung over his shoulder.

"In our guest room of course! Let me show you." Mom walked him down the hall to said room, and I could only stand there, not able to utter a word. I mean, he seemed nice, but I hated it when she just brought home people like this. The last time this happened, the guy went to jail. I decided to slink to my room while they were busy and got myself ready for bed. Hopefully, this nightmare would be over in the morning.

Nope.

Apparently he had to stay longer, house issues or something he said. It was getting repaired? I don't know. I had come to get breakfast and he was sitting at the table with my mom and a cup of coffee. The last time I smelled hot coffee, was when George drank it. My mom and I both liked iced. I began to instantly feel numb as I tried to push the thought away and appear.

"Mornin', Jess!" he smiled at me when I came in. My mom greeted me the same.

"Morning.." I greeted timidly.

"Your mom tells me you play cello? That's really neat." Owen said.

"They love, to make covers of songs. You should just hear some of the ones they play." Mom said.

"Oh, y-yeah, I do make covers." I said, awkwardly grabbing a seat at the table. This was strange. He thinks it's neat?

"I'd love to hear something sometime. Well, maybe after you get used to me first, huh?" he chuckled a little at that. Did he know how reluctant I was with new people? Now just what was my mom telling this guy?

"Uh, yeah, sure." I was just blabbering at this point. It was only then did I realize there was no way I was going to play a song for him. I definitely did not put much thought into my answer.

"I can't wait." Owen smiled. His smile made me shiver. This was going to take a while.

Let me know if you guys like this series i got going here, becasue im really enjoying it yo