Chapter 3

Marshall and myself were pretty fucked up by the time we got to school. We walked up to the piece of shit school and it was only 7:45 I went and got my schedule and was lucky enough to have a bunch of classes with Marshall. I walked out of the office and Marshall and a black guy was waiting on me.

"Babygirl, this is DeShaun, D this is baby girl, well Jennifer Jackson," Marshall laughed, which caused me to start laughing.

"OK I want what ya'll bitches are on. Marshall you can't share?" DeShaun questioned.

"Sorry dude, we been up all night talking she just moved in next door to me," Marshall told him.

I was feeling pretty tweeked out and continued to stare at Marshall, he was jus so damn fucking fine!

The bell rang and we just continued to stand there. I smiled at Marshall which caused him to smile at me and look at the door leading to freedom.

"Ya'll thinking the same damn thing, it's like ya'll were made for each other, well let's make a run for it before anyone notices," DeShaun says and runs for the door leading outside. Marshall looks at me and grabs my hand and we start running for freedom. I was lucky enough to put some of my meth and my pipe in my purse. Including some more tabs.

"So, where do we go now?" I questioned.

"Well, my moms at work let's just go there," DeShaun announced.

We started walking to DeShaun's house and I couldn't get my mind off of how Marshall's hand felt in mine.

We got to the house which was a step up from 8 Mile Trailer Park but still wasn't anything to brag about. I sat down on the couch and the guys put on some music. I brought my pipe out and DeShaun took a look and said, "Well, ya'll have fun I'm going to bed."

Marshall looked at me and said, "Damn so how much of that shit do you have?"

"Enough to last at least 3 months," I said, "my boyfriend from Nashville set met up before I left."

Marshalls face fell and I didn't think I said anything wrong. Marshall got up and went into DeShaun's room for a second and came back out, "too bad it's mine now mother fucker."

Marshall held up a huge vodka bottle and a shot glass, and smiled. I smiled back at him and my mouth worked before my brain did, "it's like we are meant to be together."

Marshall smiled widely and I couldn't help but say I'm sorry to Rodney in my head. Because I'm a flirt when it comes to drinking Vodka. We smoked till the meth was gone and than downed a tab a piece with a shot of Vodka. We were just relaxing on the couch having an awesome time. I felt comfortable and safe with Marshall.

The vodka bottle was half empty and I sat up and looked at Marshall all of a sudden, "Let's dance."

Marshall laughed and said, "that was so out of the blue but ok."

The rap music had been playing and the vodka was talking. I got up and grabbed Marshall's hand and drug his ass up off the couch. I started swaying and grinding into him, yep vodka talking…..

Marshall put his hands on my hips while I rolled my hips in circles and I put my arms around his neck. We were extremely close and he was a head taller than me. We continued to grind into each other slowly, I looked up and he was looking down at me and he started to lean in. We kept grinding into each other and I could feel his dick getting hard. He leaned down and I tilted my head up and as soon as our lips connected we heard, "DAMN."

"That just so ruined the mood for me," I said looking at DeShaun.

DeShaun was standing at his bedroom door smiling like the cat that ate the canary. "Thanks a lot dude," Marshall says.

"Sorry, but I'm not tired anymore so it's my time to drink," he said.

"Dude, you want a tab?" I asked him and he smiled so I handed him one.

Marshall and myself sat back down on the couch with DeShaun in the recliner. I can't believe I just kissed Marshall, what in the fuck would Rodney think. I felt like a damn cheater.. No, I didn't cheat it was a friendly peck and the vodka was talking. I looked at Marshall and than looked at the clock on the wall.

"FUCK," I screamed. It was already 4:30 and I'm sure my dad was going to be a mad mother fucker.

"Let's get home baby girl," Marshall says.

We say good bye to DeShaun who was drinking his vodka and start walking back to 8 Mile. We got back and my dad was home,

Marshall hugged me while he went to his home, and I walked next door to mine. I walked in and my dad was on the couch looking at me. UH OH….

"So, I get a fucking call from school, and the very first fucking day you don't go, you get your schedule and leave," he says and then gets up off the couch. First thing I felt was the blow to the face, fuck. And than everything went black…

I woke up and looked around confused, I was hurting. Than everything came flooding back to me, my dad had beat me and I was still laying in the living room floor and he was gone. I got up to see that it was 9 o'clock. Thank God it's a Friday night. I go to my room and look in my mirror and I have a swollen left eye and bruises all over my arms and neck. Damn I really did fuck up….