Chapter 2: Daddy's Girl

Mama, she was frightened,
Crazy from the fright.
Tears without no comfort,
Screams without no sound.
Only darkness and pain,
The anger and pain,
The blood and the pain!
I buried my head in the ground!

Mama can't forget him.
Don't suppose I will.

-Ragtime (Your Daddy's Son)

Jessica gave a lazily flick of her wand, sending the large books soaring onto the shelves. She didn't even bother to say the words, she had got the hang of word-less magic like this years ago. She just didn't bother to care enough to do her homework on it. From behind her, a silky voice asked, "Would you happen to have a book called 'Tree Plants from the Middle East'?"

"Um…yeah, we just got it in a few days ago; let me check in the back" Jess replied, turning around to face the customer. She nearly screamed form shock, but her face turned to that of pure loathing, "Ah….Snape."

"Miss. Monroe, what a… wonderful job you have here" he said, his lips curling evilly.

At twenty six years of age, he didn't look a day older then he did when he was seventeen, except for his eyes. His eyes looked so cold and hard, like black diamonds.

A red flush rose up in her cheeks as she stormed to the back of the store to get his damn book. It was indeed there, still wrapped up in plastic from being delivered yesterday. She grabbed it and stormed back into the store front where he was waiting, arms crossed.

"Seventeen sickles," Jessica grumbled, her hands bunched up into fists. Snape sneered at her as he dumped the money on the counter, his greasy black hair falling over his face.

"Have a wonderful day" Jessica mumbled, trying to hide the red flush in her cheeks.

"You too, Monroe, you too" Snape flashed an evil yellow grin at her.

Days later, Muggles stared at a brunette twirling down the street at midnight. She was singing joyfully some song about 'freedom' and dancing like an idiot. But Jessica didn't care that they were staring, she was glad to be free from that stupid job. No more dancing for rich snobby boys. No more flirting with old men for a pound or two. She had a fight with her boss and she flat out told him that she was tired of almost being raped every night, she was tired of stripping for teenage boys, she was tired of giving lap dances to men, she was sick of it all. A large grin seemed plastered on her face. She could now stay home with Jane after day-care, cook her hot-dogs and macaroni and cheese. She could bring out her dad's old toys and play Star Wars with her. Jessica felt nothing could bring her down till she ran head long into the last person she felt like dealing with.

"Well, well, well, it seems Miss. Monroe still hasn't grown out of her adolescence."

"Ah, Snape, my favorite person, it must be my lucky day, I ran into you twice!" Jessica flashed him a charming smile.

"It must be" Snape replied, rolling his eyes.

"You know I would love to buy you a drink and such, but I have to go pick up Jane" Jessica replied, walking off till she had to stop at his voice.

"Did you ever tell your precious Jane that her father is in Azkaban?"

"Snape, don't you have to go gang rape some poor innocent muggle with your dear Death Eater friends?" Jessica spat, her eyes blazing.

As fast as lightning, Snape had his wand out, pointed directly at her.

"Put it away Snape, we wouldn't want to sent your precious ass to Azkaban would we?"

Snape glared at her, before turning on his heel and swiftly walking away.

Jessica stood there, watching him melt into the darkness, biting the inside of her cheek. Eyeliner running down her cheek. Shawn McKnight was a Death Eater after all. Kelly had been right, Jess could never believe it, but she had been right. She slept with a Death Eater and actually thought he loved her. Crying out, she ran, wanting nothing more then to hug her precious angel, Jane, who had her daddy's hair and ears.


Disclaimer: I own nothing, execpt the plot, Jessica and Jane. Snape and the whole world belongs to JKR.