Chapter 2
"Who the hell?" She heard a voice very close to her. She slowly opened her eyes and stared into a pair of dark brown eyes on the edge of being black. She jumped back a little from surprise, and then realized that the pair of eyes belonged to a dark skinned, skinny girl, who she figured to be Vince's girlfriend.
"I'm Jamie." Jamie said to the girl upon getting her voice back.
"You V's new girl?" the girl asked.
"No…………" Jamie dragged on now trying to figure out who this girl was, if she wasn't Vince's girlfriend.
"Then who the hell are you?" The girl said now kind of glaring down at her.
"Who the hell am I? Who the hell are you?" Jamie said sitting up fully now, and starting to get pissed off.
"I'm Mia." Mia answered.
"Yeah, that sure explains a lot." Jamie said sarcastically, getting up and grabbing her bag while heading towards the bathroom to get cleaned up. Jamie was glad that Mia didn't press on the issue; she just hoped that by the time she finished taking her shower and getting dressed that she would be gone.
Jamie walked into the kitchen a half an hour later, and saw Vince sitting at the counter his head bent over something he was eating.
"Was up baby?" Jamie greeted, wrapping her arms around his neck.
"And she said she wasn't V's girl." Mia whispered loudly to Letty while watching Jamie and Vince.
Jamie snapped her head up as Mia's words processed in her head. Pinning her with her glare Jamie moved around Vince until she was about a foot from where Mia was standing. "Yeah, I did say I wasn't Vince's girl. But since you obviously didn't understand me the first time, I'll say it again……I'm…………not………..Vince's… …..girl!"
Vince finally catching on to what was going on cut in, "Mia, this is my cousin Jamie. Jay this is Mia."
"Your cousin? Damn V, I thought your whole family was ugly." Said a deep, rough voice from the corner.
"Shut it!" Snapped Vince.
"So, Tiny, who are all these others?" Jamie, asked, her eyes skimming along the room taking in the other bodies occupying it.
"Oh, yeah, almost forgot. Uh….. That's Letty, Dom, Jesse, you've met Mia, and over in the corner is Leon."
"Looks like you've got lots of friends, huh Tiny." She stated, walking back over to where he sat, all the while never taking her eyes off of Leon.
"Why do you keep calling, V, Tiny?" Jesse asked.
"Tearing her eyes from Leon she looked at the scrawny, white boy who had asked the question. He was wearing ripped up baggy blue jeans and a tore up, oil stained white shirt, it looked as if his whole life had been spent under the hood of a car. His brown hair lightened by the California sun stuck out all over his head, and his light brown eyes looked as if they had seen too much in his short life, dull and tiresome. She could tell by looking at the kid that he had lead a tough life, and felt a soft spot growing for him already. Then remembering the reason she had turned her attention to him in the first place she laughed a little, thinking of her and Vince were little and inseparable, "I've called Vince, Tiny, ever since I've been able to talk."
"Yeah." Vince agreed laughing, remembering why she had called him Tiny, in the first place. "Damn, I've missed you!"
"You too." She agreed giving him a hug. Then pulling back she added, "But I guess that name don't fit you no more now does it?"
"Naw I guess it really doesn't." He agreed laughing.
"You do know though that im still gonna call you that, right?" She asked not expecting an answer back.
She had completely forgotten that other people occupied the room as well until a voice brought her back, "V, what was her reason for calling you Tiny?" She recognized that voice from the night before, it belonged to the man that had opened the door for her and she basked in the rough, deep, sexy voice that came from him for a second. Turning around now to see him she realized that last night it must have been pretty dark out for her not to notice just how gorgeous he was.
"I used to call him Tiny, because, when we were younger he had the biggest head and the scrawniest body. So when you looked at him you saw this huge head, and tiny body, he used to fall over all the time! All that weight on his neck, you barely ever saw him walking around, he was usually laying down." Jamie laughed remembering what he had looked like, and the time he had lost his balance and fallen into her birthday cake.
"If, ya'll are as close as your actin' and you're blood 'n everything then why ain't we ever seen you before?" Said a voice that had bitch written all over it. Jamie had respect for the woman who had said that, she looked tough all the way through, the way she held her self and by what she was wearing you knew she raced cars, she wasn't no hoe on the side watching.
"After Tiny moved up here I barely ever saw him, we talked a little but that was 'bout it." Jamie said staring Letty right in the eyes.
"Yeah, Jay had to stay behind in Tijuana, while I came up and had all the fun." Vince added.
"Jay, you live in Tijuana?" Jesse piped up.
"Damn Tiny," She gave Vince a look to which he laughed a little. Then turning back to Jesse said, "My name is Jamie. But yeah, I do……. Well did live in Tijuana." Vince shot her a look of confusion, and she just smiled back uneasily.
Dom obviously noticing the tension between the 2, "Come on we got to go get ready for the races tonight." They al got up and headed for the door, well all but Leon.
Leon looked Jamie up and down, once more under the protection of his shade. He knew everyone was leaving, so he picked himself up and out of the chair and headed for the door. Felling her eyes on his face and then his ass as he shut the door behind him.
"Okay, explain." Vince ordered the minute the door shut.
Jamie looked at him innocently, "Explain what?" she asked not meeting his eyes.
"Where are you living now if your not living in Tijuana? Where's Michelle? And how the hell did you just unexpectantly show up here? And don't give me any shit about you feeling like visiting 'cause you and I both know that it's shit." Vince finished, his hands on his hips, looking more like a father then anything else.
"I don't know where I'm living." Jamie admitted, then keeping herself from crying she told him the whole story about Michelle and everything that had been going on before and after Steve left. She told him about the night she left, the hitch hiking, and begged him not to call Michelle. She figured she needn't say anything about the cops to him. She told him that she just needed to leave all that so she thought she could stay with him while she got a job. She told him she wanted to save up money so she could get her own place. When she finished Vince didn't say anything, he just pulled her into his arms and kissed her on the top of the head, wondering why Michelle had done it, feeling bad that he hadn't been there, and knowing he wouldn't let her get into anymore trouble, he promised himself then that he would be there for her and watch over her.
"Baby, I'm gonna take a shower. You gonna be alright?" Vince asked pulling away from the hug.
"Tiny, I'm not a baby. One sad story ain't gonna make me all paranoid or nothing. Go take your shower." She said pushing him towards the bathroom. But as soon as she heard the water running she regretted having him leave, not because of her mother. She wasn't even sure if she gave a shit about her mother. But because of her father, because she had nothing else to think about then things that she thought she had gotten over long ago. But how do you get over seeing your father shot?
*Flashback*
"Everyone get down on the floor!" a short stalky kid yelled holding a gun, pointed at the store clerk. Not understanding what was going on, Jamie, started to run over to the candy aisle. Hearing her dad scream her name she turned to look at him, seeing the bullet rip through his stomach and knock him backwards. Falling against the pop machine he let out a cry of pain and the man with the gun put another bullet in his head this time. Jamie ran over to her dad, trying to get him to get up. "He's dead kid." The man with the gun said as he was leaving the store.
*End flashback*
That's how I found out my dad was dead, no sugar coated story from my crying mother, no sweet talking from my aunts and uncles, no hug and kisses from my grandparents. The cold hard truth from the man who had shot him, the man who was never found, who is probably still out there. Jamie thought, shaking with anger and tears. She had gone over the day over and over in her head and every time she ended up blaming herself for her death. Even though she knew at 3 years old most kids would have no clue what was going on, but she knew that if she hadn't run off he would still be alive today, then maybe she would be able to live at home.
"Fuck! I don't need any of them! I'm fine on my own!" Jamie said to herself, but still not ready to pull herself up from the floor.
"Who the hell?" She heard a voice very close to her. She slowly opened her eyes and stared into a pair of dark brown eyes on the edge of being black. She jumped back a little from surprise, and then realized that the pair of eyes belonged to a dark skinned, skinny girl, who she figured to be Vince's girlfriend.
"I'm Jamie." Jamie said to the girl upon getting her voice back.
"You V's new girl?" the girl asked.
"No…………" Jamie dragged on now trying to figure out who this girl was, if she wasn't Vince's girlfriend.
"Then who the hell are you?" The girl said now kind of glaring down at her.
"Who the hell am I? Who the hell are you?" Jamie said sitting up fully now, and starting to get pissed off.
"I'm Mia." Mia answered.
"Yeah, that sure explains a lot." Jamie said sarcastically, getting up and grabbing her bag while heading towards the bathroom to get cleaned up. Jamie was glad that Mia didn't press on the issue; she just hoped that by the time she finished taking her shower and getting dressed that she would be gone.
Jamie walked into the kitchen a half an hour later, and saw Vince sitting at the counter his head bent over something he was eating.
"Was up baby?" Jamie greeted, wrapping her arms around his neck.
"And she said she wasn't V's girl." Mia whispered loudly to Letty while watching Jamie and Vince.
Jamie snapped her head up as Mia's words processed in her head. Pinning her with her glare Jamie moved around Vince until she was about a foot from where Mia was standing. "Yeah, I did say I wasn't Vince's girl. But since you obviously didn't understand me the first time, I'll say it again……I'm…………not………..Vince's… …..girl!"
Vince finally catching on to what was going on cut in, "Mia, this is my cousin Jamie. Jay this is Mia."
"Your cousin? Damn V, I thought your whole family was ugly." Said a deep, rough voice from the corner.
"Shut it!" Snapped Vince.
"So, Tiny, who are all these others?" Jamie, asked, her eyes skimming along the room taking in the other bodies occupying it.
"Oh, yeah, almost forgot. Uh….. That's Letty, Dom, Jesse, you've met Mia, and over in the corner is Leon."
"Looks like you've got lots of friends, huh Tiny." She stated, walking back over to where he sat, all the while never taking her eyes off of Leon.
"Why do you keep calling, V, Tiny?" Jesse asked.
"Tearing her eyes from Leon she looked at the scrawny, white boy who had asked the question. He was wearing ripped up baggy blue jeans and a tore up, oil stained white shirt, it looked as if his whole life had been spent under the hood of a car. His brown hair lightened by the California sun stuck out all over his head, and his light brown eyes looked as if they had seen too much in his short life, dull and tiresome. She could tell by looking at the kid that he had lead a tough life, and felt a soft spot growing for him already. Then remembering the reason she had turned her attention to him in the first place she laughed a little, thinking of her and Vince were little and inseparable, "I've called Vince, Tiny, ever since I've been able to talk."
"Yeah." Vince agreed laughing, remembering why she had called him Tiny, in the first place. "Damn, I've missed you!"
"You too." She agreed giving him a hug. Then pulling back she added, "But I guess that name don't fit you no more now does it?"
"Naw I guess it really doesn't." He agreed laughing.
"You do know though that im still gonna call you that, right?" She asked not expecting an answer back.
She had completely forgotten that other people occupied the room as well until a voice brought her back, "V, what was her reason for calling you Tiny?" She recognized that voice from the night before, it belonged to the man that had opened the door for her and she basked in the rough, deep, sexy voice that came from him for a second. Turning around now to see him she realized that last night it must have been pretty dark out for her not to notice just how gorgeous he was.
"I used to call him Tiny, because, when we were younger he had the biggest head and the scrawniest body. So when you looked at him you saw this huge head, and tiny body, he used to fall over all the time! All that weight on his neck, you barely ever saw him walking around, he was usually laying down." Jamie laughed remembering what he had looked like, and the time he had lost his balance and fallen into her birthday cake.
"If, ya'll are as close as your actin' and you're blood 'n everything then why ain't we ever seen you before?" Said a voice that had bitch written all over it. Jamie had respect for the woman who had said that, she looked tough all the way through, the way she held her self and by what she was wearing you knew she raced cars, she wasn't no hoe on the side watching.
"After Tiny moved up here I barely ever saw him, we talked a little but that was 'bout it." Jamie said staring Letty right in the eyes.
"Yeah, Jay had to stay behind in Tijuana, while I came up and had all the fun." Vince added.
"Jay, you live in Tijuana?" Jesse piped up.
"Damn Tiny," She gave Vince a look to which he laughed a little. Then turning back to Jesse said, "My name is Jamie. But yeah, I do……. Well did live in Tijuana." Vince shot her a look of confusion, and she just smiled back uneasily.
Dom obviously noticing the tension between the 2, "Come on we got to go get ready for the races tonight." They al got up and headed for the door, well all but Leon.
Leon looked Jamie up and down, once more under the protection of his shade. He knew everyone was leaving, so he picked himself up and out of the chair and headed for the door. Felling her eyes on his face and then his ass as he shut the door behind him.
"Okay, explain." Vince ordered the minute the door shut.
Jamie looked at him innocently, "Explain what?" she asked not meeting his eyes.
"Where are you living now if your not living in Tijuana? Where's Michelle? And how the hell did you just unexpectantly show up here? And don't give me any shit about you feeling like visiting 'cause you and I both know that it's shit." Vince finished, his hands on his hips, looking more like a father then anything else.
"I don't know where I'm living." Jamie admitted, then keeping herself from crying she told him the whole story about Michelle and everything that had been going on before and after Steve left. She told him about the night she left, the hitch hiking, and begged him not to call Michelle. She figured she needn't say anything about the cops to him. She told him that she just needed to leave all that so she thought she could stay with him while she got a job. She told him she wanted to save up money so she could get her own place. When she finished Vince didn't say anything, he just pulled her into his arms and kissed her on the top of the head, wondering why Michelle had done it, feeling bad that he hadn't been there, and knowing he wouldn't let her get into anymore trouble, he promised himself then that he would be there for her and watch over her.
"Baby, I'm gonna take a shower. You gonna be alright?" Vince asked pulling away from the hug.
"Tiny, I'm not a baby. One sad story ain't gonna make me all paranoid or nothing. Go take your shower." She said pushing him towards the bathroom. But as soon as she heard the water running she regretted having him leave, not because of her mother. She wasn't even sure if she gave a shit about her mother. But because of her father, because she had nothing else to think about then things that she thought she had gotten over long ago. But how do you get over seeing your father shot?
*Flashback*
"Everyone get down on the floor!" a short stalky kid yelled holding a gun, pointed at the store clerk. Not understanding what was going on, Jamie, started to run over to the candy aisle. Hearing her dad scream her name she turned to look at him, seeing the bullet rip through his stomach and knock him backwards. Falling against the pop machine he let out a cry of pain and the man with the gun put another bullet in his head this time. Jamie ran over to her dad, trying to get him to get up. "He's dead kid." The man with the gun said as he was leaving the store.
*End flashback*
That's how I found out my dad was dead, no sugar coated story from my crying mother, no sweet talking from my aunts and uncles, no hug and kisses from my grandparents. The cold hard truth from the man who had shot him, the man who was never found, who is probably still out there. Jamie thought, shaking with anger and tears. She had gone over the day over and over in her head and every time she ended up blaming herself for her death. Even though she knew at 3 years old most kids would have no clue what was going on, but she knew that if she hadn't run off he would still be alive today, then maybe she would be able to live at home.
"Fuck! I don't need any of them! I'm fine on my own!" Jamie said to herself, but still not ready to pull herself up from the floor.