What's up guys? This is the same chapter that's still in New Beginnings, but I wanted to make it be the first chapter of the sequel.
Debra's car lurches grudgingly across the freeway, trying to reach at least ten miles below the speed limit. Fang and Debra are driving Iggy and I to our new home-sweet-home. Complete with new half siblings as well. Who knew, right? Well you can imagine how I reacted to that. Not pretty. And Jeb's the one who's going to pay for it.
It turns out him, and his live-in girlfriend, have three kids: one's 7 months old – which might explain why Jeb left 10 months ago – then there's a twelve year old girl, and lastly, a boy Iggy and I's age, a few months younger. It disgusts me. Jeb has been cheating on our mom for years. Sixteen years, almost seventeen now. I don't think I've ever had this much hate for Jeb before, even after he left us.
I'm steaming on the inside, in the car, leaning against Fang who's stroking my hair. Iggy fell asleep a few minutes ago, thankfully. I think he took the kid news worse than I did, but I haven't been able to tell, due to his storming off when we heard the news. He hasn't said much since then.
"How much longer?" Fang asks his mom gravely. I can tell he's been worried all morning about us leaving.
"I'd say about . . . 3 hours?" she says, unsure, looking under the window at a sign that says "230 miles to Houston"
I sigh, and stare out the window, thinking of the last year of my life. Was it just 5 months ago, when I was kidnapped by my ex boyfriend? 6 months when I had met Fang? Since then, my life had been almost perfect. How does someone's life change so drastically in a few days?
I must've fallen asleep, because the next thing I know, Fang is shaking me awake, telling me we're at a gas station. I sluggishly drag myself to the bathroom inside the store.
After I'm finished, Fang is waiting outside the door, and he grabs my hand, pulling me into a quick kiss. I smile up at him and go to get some drinks for the rest of the ride, dragging him along with me. I grab a Coke, hearing a group of guys laughing loudly at something. As Fang and I are turning a corner, I see four rough-looking teenage boys laughing about something, a few of them grabbing things off shelves. Most of them have visible tattoos on them and they're all pretty big, and I imagine they're about me and Fang's age. One of the guys is fingering a six pack of beer which I know he's definitely not old enough to buy.
As we walk past them, another guy catches my eye and something in the pit of my stomach lurches in a bad way. He has a blank expression on his face, but something about him just does not seem right with me. I snuggle up closer to Fang as I notice some of the other guys are staring at us, and Fang puts his arm around my shoulders bringing me as close to him as possible. We go up to the counter and I hear their conversation continue like nothing happened.
"Don't even get me started about Lissa, man." I hear one of them say. "She is so hot. What I would do to fuck her. . ." The clerk at the checkout we're at glares at him for his vulgar language, and I feel Fang's arm tighten around me. I look up at him, not really worried; I've seen these types of guys at our school. They're harmless.
"Yeah she is," another responds, "but she's a bitch. You can't get her to shut up for anything."
I ignore the group of guys, annoyed by their no-life conversation, while the clerk starts putting our drinks through the scanner.
As we're heading out the store, the guy that had caught my eye before looked at me again; he had an unreadable expression on his face, but I looked away, sort of creeped out. What the heck does he want?
Fang visibly relaxes as we get outside, and goes, "Those guys looked like trouble." He glances back at the store, glaring.
"Really? I didn't notice," I say sarcastically, smirking up at him, but my smile disappears. He's not amused.
Wearing at grim expression he says, "Not funny. There's something about them. . ."
I grab his arm, giving it a squeeze. "Its fine, Fang. They're harmless. All talk, no action."
He nods absentmindedly, and we get into the car. Iggy is slumping against the front passenger seat, looking exhausted.
I rub his back in a way that I hope is comforting, and say softly, "What's up, Igs?"
He straightens up, and gives me a fake smile to try and reassure me. He must know I don't believe it, but we don't say anything as Debra gets back and starts the car.
"So, Mrs. D," Iggy says, as he leans back on the seat, putting his arm on the back of my seat. "How long till we get to our new humble abode?"
"About twenty minutes."
I'm pretty sure all three of us in the backseat stiffen simultaneously. I had been asleep for three hours? I didn't even get a chance to mentally prepare myself for this!
My mind starts racing, thinking of all the things I want to say to Jeb, how much I want to punch his face. The hurt he put us through without a second thought is almost unforgivable. If he had never left, would my mother still be alive right now? There's a big chance she would be.
I space out for the rest of the car ride, and Debra pulls up to a giant, beautiful house. It's covered in khaki stone, and there's a huge porch running along the length of the house with steps leading up to it. There's also a beautiful balcony on the second story. The house looks twice as large as ours.
"At least we know you're living in good conditions," Fang says, mesmerized by the house.
I'm just getting to the trunk, thinking of the loud speech I have planned for Jeb, when I distantly hear a door open. I look up to see the one and only Jeb, standing there with a smile on his face like we're old friends.
If you're new to reading this, welcome! :) This is my sequel, so you can go check out the first story, or you can just keep reading this... Thank you everyone for reading! Review? :)