I didn't get many reviews from anyone with the last chapter, but what I did get was a lot of story alerts, at least I know people are reading it. Although… reviews usually make my day. They make me smile. I haven't been in the best of moods lately, so that's why I don't update everyday like I did when I first started. I'm trying really hard to make it up to you guys.

Well, the last chapter was pretty amazing, no? I kind of want some input on Jett and Adam's "relationship". We'll just see where this leads, shall we?

Enjoy.

I slowly opened my eyes, feeling Adam's arm around my waist, holding me tightly against his form. I smiled to myself, I had to go to the bathroom, but I didn't want to leave. I didn't want to leave my Adam's side. Yes, my Adam. I laid there for what seemed about forever and before I knew it I drifted back to sleep.

I opened my eyes, blinking over and over. I noticed my arm was still around Jett's waist and I smiled to myself. I carefully and slowly started to pull my arm away from her. I succeeded. I sat up and rubbed my eyes, then looked back at Jett. I guess she was a very physical sleeper, but managed to keep my arm around her. The shirt I had given her to borrow had ridden up her stomach and was just barely below her breasts. I bit my lip nervously. I reached over, trying to pull down her shirt. I took a deep breath and looked at her face, such a wonderful face, I thought. I smiled to myself and leaned down to kiss her cheek. I pulled down her shirt, which made her move onto her back. I smiled. She looked so comfortable and sweet as she slept soundly. I kissed her lips softly, smiling. She stayed on her back as I carefully got off the bed. I opened my bedroom door, giving Jett one last look before I left the room.

I walked down the stairs to the kitchen, a smile covering my face. Mom noticed right away that I was happy, who could miss that? You'd have to be an idiot not to notice that I was happy that morning.

"Good morning everybody," I greeted everyone happily and let out a loud happy sigh.

"Someone's happy," Dad pointed out, sort of laughing.

"I am extremely happy today, Dad. Beyond happy," I stifled a giggle and just smiled.

"And why is that?" Mom asked and came into the room, carrying a big plate of fresh and hot pancakes.

"One can only guess," Drew mumbled, I shot him a glare.

"So," Mom sat down, "Why so happy?" she asked, I grinned stupidly.

"Well, I'm in love, Mom," I smiled widely.

Mom looked behind me, I turned around to see Jett standing there, as nervous as possible. It was cute. My stomach began to flutter with butterflies. I loved this feeling.

"Good morning sleepy head," I smiled, letting out a chuckle.

She stood there and smiled back at me, gnawing on her lip. Her hair was all messy and her make up was smeared everywhere. I suddenly heard her stomach growl.

"Hungry?" I asked, smirking.

She nodded a little, "Then come sit down," I stood up and hugged her tightly. She gently hugged me back. I could tell hugging me in front of my parents was awkward for her. I didn't care if they were right there. I really didn't. I wanted to greet her and hug her, and kiss her. I wouldn't kiss her in front of my parents. Not yet anyway. I took her hand in mine and turned around. Everyone was staring, I just scowled at them secretly and they stopped. I smiled in victory and lead Jett over to the table. She was wearing her giant hoodie from last night. She was wearing no bra, so it's no wonder she put it back on. She sat down, still nervous. I sat down too, right next to her.

"Jett, you must be starving, eat something, help yourself," Mom offered.

Jett smiled at Mom nervously and reached for the pancakes. She took two and added syrup to them. After Jett got her food, everyone else got theirs. She started to eat shyly. 10 minutes had passed by without Jett saying a word to anyone. Mom looked at me, and I looked back at her. I gave her a look to try to talk to Jett. She nodded a little.

"So, Jett, do you think you're in any shape to go to school today?" Mom asked, taking a bite of her pancake.

"Um…" she paused and looked at me, her eyes sad.

"Mom, I don't think it'd be a good idea if she went to school in her condition, you know, she's in pain…" Mom interrupted me.

"Say no more, Adam," she said, smiling.

"Jett, would you like to stay here for the day, until I come home from work and then we can settle… everything?" Mom asked.

Jett just paused, thinking about the question, I could tell, "I… I don't want to seem like I don't want to go to school…"

Mom gently touched Jett's shoulder, Jett flinched. Mom smiled sweetly at her, "Jett, honey, it's fine. You can stay here. Adam will stay with you, right, Adam?" she looked at me.

"Of course I'll stay with her, Mom, I won't leave her side," I looked at Jett and smiled, she smiled back a little.

Everyone finished eating, Mom, Dad and Drew had left for work and school. As I said my good byes to them as they left I walked back to the kitchen, seeing Jett clearing the table for us.

"Jett, you don't have to do that," I said softly, giving a smile.

"It's fine, I don't mind. I have to thank your parents somehow for letting a complete stranger stay here in their house," She said and walked over to the sink, turning on the water and rinsing them.

I grabbed her hand, stopping her from her chore; making her turn around to look at me. I looked down at her. Her big doe eyes looked back at me, her eyes innocent. Her hair kept falling into her eyes, I gently brushed her hair behind her ear and smiled sweetly at her, comforting her.

"You don't have to do that… Really, you don't," I said in a whisper, then gently kissed her lips.

She winced from the kiss and I looked at her, worried, "Are you okay?" I asked.

She scoffed, "Of course I'm not okay, Adam." She started to cry, collapsing on the floor.

I sat down on the floor in front of her, "Wanna talk about it?" I questioned, getting even more worried.

"Adam…" she whispered, looking at me, "You're too good for me. You're an amazing guy and I'm just nothing. Look at me, I'm disgusting and just… Adam, I'm bad news for you," She sobbed harder.

"Jett, you're wrong. You're the one who's too good for me. And you're not disgusting, you're beautiful," I said, lifting up her chin to look at me.

Her eyes were puffy and red, bloodshot, "Adam… I'm a waste of space. Why would you want me? I am nothing but no good."

The memory of that night came to my mind. The night when Robby took away my innocence. I told him over and over that I didn't want to, but of course, he carried it out anyway. I remember lying there, being pinned down and threatened, thinking that, that was the end of me - of my existence. I knew, on some level, if he wanted to, he'd kill me. He knew that I was nothing but a scared little girl who just wanted love. He took advantage of my situation with my parents. He won over my parents when he met them for the first time. Since they themselves had abused me, they looked at Robby like he was some sort of god.

The first time he met them was exactly two weeks after he began to hit me and abuse me for no reason. All I remember from that day was having dinner with my parents, Robby winning them over. I don't remember what I said to Robby or what I did, all I know is that he struck my face right in front of my parents. I thought, them being my parents and all, they'd at least say something and kick Robby out. I was wrong. My dad just looked at Robby and laughed and said, "Well, you gotta keep them in line, dontcha?"

Those words stung more than when my mom told me repeatedly that I was a mistake and that I shouldn't have been born. My memories were interrupted when Adam pressed his lips against my lips. Adam was so beautiful and I was nothing like what he should want. For some reason Adam liked me and I couldn't figure out why. I closed my eyes as he kissed me, I gently kissed back, feeling comforted. I guess the reason why I gave into Adam so easily was because he was born a girl, pretending to be a boy. I trusted that and whatever Adam wanted to do I did because of that. I've never trusted anyone besides Robby in my life and that got me nothing but pain, misery and bruises and emotional scars. I've been a train wreck ever since then. I hadn't recovered, but I think I was because of Adam. I knew that I'd only known Adam a day, but I trusted him; more than I've trusted anyone I've known my whole life. As the moments went by as we kissed passionately on his kitchen floor, I realized once again that I, Jett, was falling in love with Adam. Electricity roamed my body as the kiss became even more passionate. He broke the kiss and I looked at him innocently. If only he knew how I really felt…

I looked into Jett's wonderful green eyes, gently stroking her cheek with my thumb, "So, do you wanna talk about it?"

She sighed, looking down at the floor, placing her hand on mine, "I survived abortion…" she said softly. Her words shocked me, I didn't know a baby could survive abortion.

"Wait… really?" I asked, confused.

She nodded, "According to my dead grandmother my mom didn't want me, so she was going to get an abortion. I survived it. My mom had thought I'd been got from her, but I wasn't. She continued to do her every day thing: drink, snort up some fucking drugs and have sex with random people…"

I was speechless, I didn't what to say. The things I wanted to say would come out wrong and I'd fuck up the moment with my rambling and nonsense.

"She didn't know she was pregnant with me till, well, I was born. My grandma said that I was born in a crack house, which I believe, as ridiculous as it sounds," she took a deep breath, still looking down at the floor, "I used to live with my grandma, that's how I know these things. My mom… pretended to be sober, pretended to get better and she won custody of me. I had to leave my grandma's because it was the law then. If your parents won you in a custody battle and they seemed to be fit, I had to live with them even if I didn't want to…" Her eyes flooded with tears, she sniffled and held back a loud sob.

"Did you ever see her again? Your grandma?" I asked, hugging my knees against my chest.

She shook her head, "No… but she left me an inheritance, which my parents stole from me, of course. My grandma's the reason why I live in the house I do today, that was her house. Grandma left me all her money, possessions, everything, all of which my parents sold or spent the money."

I was appalled, speechless and angry. I kept listening to her, wanting to know more, but not prying it from her.

"Wanna know the really fucked up thing?" She asked, her tears going away and her anger showing in her eyes.

I just shrugged, knowing she'd tell me anyway.

"My parents…" She paused, clenching her fists, looking at the floor, "once they won me in that stupid custody battle, they used me for… underage prostitution… just so they could have their fucking fix!" She raised her voice, anger taking over her, I pulled her close to me, hugging her tightly.

Her sobs started, growing louder and louder. I held her tighter, trying to comfort her.

Her parents have to pay, they just have to. I'll make sure they do. That's a promise.