Chapter 11
Hearing is Believing
Letty looked around her as she leaned forward on the bar. She was in the middle of nowhere at some sleazy motel, drinking. Glancing around her there were maybe four people there, including herself and the bartender. Sighing she rested her hands on her forehead. She had left the party, needing to get away from Dom, the same old atmosphere.
It wasn't that she didn't love the parties or didn't miss the racing . . . what she didn't love was the constant array of women always parading around Dom. She wanted to say she didn't care, and there was a time where her jealousy was just for show. But ever since the "incidents" she'd never been able to just be with Dom. She was always worrying whether or not he was screwing some other puta, and their relationship had deteriorated fast.
Letty leaned back and tipped her Corona to her mouth. She was tired of the bullshit. She knew Dom wouldn't dare do anything now, they weren't on stable ground yet, but she also knew as soon as they were, well. it would be up in the air. Setting her empty bottle down, she signaled for another one. Shaking her head of her futile thoughts, she grinned slightly as she remembered what she'd overheard.
Jordan and D.A. . . . a couple. Well sort of a couple anyways. She knew that if Dwayne ever found out, Jordan wouldn't live to see another day. Now that she thought about it, it wasn't much different from when her and Dom got together, except she wasn't the obnoxious brat D.A. was, and Dom didn't have anyone to answer to.
She lifted her head as she heard the bar door whoosh open. She could see the silhouette of a girl standing there, getting drenched from the pounding rain.
D.A. walked into the bar, not caring that she was actually underage. She had to get out of the storm, she'd been walking for a good hour and a half. Shaking herself off, she didn't bother to glance around the place, she headed straight for the drinks.
"Can I get a shot of Vodka?" Sitting down, she ignored the bartender's mocking gaze. She didn't care, she wasn't in the mood. She needed a fucking drink. She glared at him until she saw him reach for a glass and the bottle.
The bartender shook his head at the young lady who'd flounced into his bar. "A little wet outside is it?"
D.A. rolled her eyes and hunched forward. Ignoring his attempt at civility. " Yeah . . . the drink?" Grabbing it from his hands she shot it backwards straight into her throat, set it down and motioned for another one. She was gonna get plastered. She was gonna drink until she was numb and didn't have to think about Jordan or that stupid bitch Lina.
" Well speak of the devil?? It's jailbait herself. . ."
D.A., on her 5th shot, pulled herself upright and snarled at the voice she heard. Just fucking great! Not even looking at her she asked for her 6th shot and answered.
"Cut the shit Letty, I don't need or want your crap tonight." D.A. could finally feel the alcohol getting to her. She decided to pay before she forgot. Pulling out her rain soaked wallet she pulled out some money she'd stolen from Kia's drawer. She nodded in the direction of the bartender, " In case I forget."
Letty could see exactly what D.A. was planning on doing, the empty shot glasses were enough proof. She hated the bitch, but Dwayne would kill her if he knew she'd just let his cousin put herself in her grave early. Sighing inwardly she walked over and planted herself beside D.A. Taking in her soaked clothes and drooping hair she smirked in disbelief. " You walked here, all the way from the party??"
D.A. ignored her. She was concentrating on keeping her head upright. She failed.
Seeing D.A. plant her face on the table, Letty groaned. Fuck! She didn't want to baby-sit. She thought about taking her back home, but that would mean she'd have to go back as well and she wasn't ready to do that either. Plus she'd just rented a room for the night anyway. Tilting her head she thought . . .Maybe she could leave D.A. here and let her sleep it off. Glancing around she saw the old man in the back, licking his lips and staring at the two of them. No go on that idea.
"Alright enough." She glared at the bartender who'd started to pour another glass. Couldn't he see the chick was fuckin drunk enough already? Grabbing D.A.'s arm she pulled her upright. " Let's go . . ."
D.A. wrenched her arm away. " No I don't wanna . . . whhhheeerrre m'I gon go anyways? My famwee hatesssss me and the onwee perssson I coulllddd call , woullldd kick my assssss." While she spoke, or tried to. She barely noticed herself being pulled along, and out of the bar.
Letty was getting REALLY frustrated with D.A. who wasn't walking but dragging herself on the floor and up the stairs. As she reached the room, she let go of D.A. only to hear her thud to the floor. Rolling her eyes she opened the door, and dragged the girl inside, managing to get her on the cot sized bed.
" You must be the fucking most ANNOYING brat I've ever fuckin' seen!! You're fucking tanked beyond belief." Letty shook her head and debated whether or not to take off D.A.'s shoes or soaked jacket. Seeing D.A. begin to shiver she decided against her better judgement and painfully removed the girls' jacket.
D.A. could feel the air hit her in a cold rush once her jacket was off. Kicking off her shoes she pulled her self under the covers, almost falling off the bed.
"You know Lettweee you'ree not such a beeeeotch after all. Not like that ho leeeeeena . . ." Her voice was muffled as she hung off the side of the bed.
Letty sank down on the bed, she'd started to get a headache. " Shut up, and sleep it off D.A. I'm not in the mood to chitchat."
" . . . she was Kiissssssssinggg MYYYYY man. Jordan is MYYYY man. She's lucky I didn't kill 'er." Working herself up she flailed and fell off the bed onto the ground in a confused muddle.
Letty glanced at her but stayed where she was. She smirked at D.A.'s words. "Oh Yeah ey? You've been a naughty lil girl huh?? Don't you know if Ice ever finds out, he's gonna kill Jordan??"
"Nuh Uh, Iceee doesn't know about the other stuff that happened to me. Iceeeee doesn't know anyyyyyy-thinngatall." D.A.'s head hung down as she spoke, her back against the bed, her knees to her chest.
Letty grinned. There was more??? Leaning back on her elbow, she peered down at D.A.'s head. "What else does Ice not know ??"
D.A. ignored Letty's question and continued talking. " Dwayynnnee, thinks I'm little miss innocent. Jordan thoughts I wass to, but noooppeee. Theyyy donn'ttt know about Jesseeee."
Letty's eyebrows raised in surprise. Jesse? Who in the hell was that? "Who's Jesseeeeee?"she mocked.
D.A.'s shoulders hunched, her body tensing even in her state of unawareness. "Asshhhholllleee. I hattteeee Jessseee.. he wanted me to call him daddyyy.. He .He."
Letty didn't move. "D.A.?"
"He used to beat uss, all of us.. he was the worstt fosster dad. He.he.. did it. He made meee dirty." D.A. swallowed, she could feel her eyes swimming and her body was now convulsing. She couldn't stop herself.
"I wasss gonna run away, than Icceee came and found meee. Deewaaynne, don't know nothin. You can't telll 'em, he won't wanna keep me anymore. Everyone wouulldd feel sorryyy."
Letty had sat up quickly at D.A.'s drunk confession. She'd been raped? She couldn't believe it. Dwayne had told he'd found out about her when D.A. was 13. She'd been only 13 when it'd happened. Letty ran her hand through her hair. She was not equipped to deal with all this outright emotion. Looking at D.A.'s shaking shoulders and bowed head, she couldn't help herself as she moved down to comfort her.
She sat beside her their shoulders touching , nothing else. Letty could feel D.A.'s shoulders droop and the crying was subsiding. Fuck! What was she gonna do now? Tell Dwayne or keep quiet. She didn't even like D.A. She sighed and rested her head back against the mattress and closed her eyes.
"I won't tell anyone."
Hearing is Believing
Letty looked around her as she leaned forward on the bar. She was in the middle of nowhere at some sleazy motel, drinking. Glancing around her there were maybe four people there, including herself and the bartender. Sighing she rested her hands on her forehead. She had left the party, needing to get away from Dom, the same old atmosphere.
It wasn't that she didn't love the parties or didn't miss the racing . . . what she didn't love was the constant array of women always parading around Dom. She wanted to say she didn't care, and there was a time where her jealousy was just for show. But ever since the "incidents" she'd never been able to just be with Dom. She was always worrying whether or not he was screwing some other puta, and their relationship had deteriorated fast.
Letty leaned back and tipped her Corona to her mouth. She was tired of the bullshit. She knew Dom wouldn't dare do anything now, they weren't on stable ground yet, but she also knew as soon as they were, well. it would be up in the air. Setting her empty bottle down, she signaled for another one. Shaking her head of her futile thoughts, she grinned slightly as she remembered what she'd overheard.
Jordan and D.A. . . . a couple. Well sort of a couple anyways. She knew that if Dwayne ever found out, Jordan wouldn't live to see another day. Now that she thought about it, it wasn't much different from when her and Dom got together, except she wasn't the obnoxious brat D.A. was, and Dom didn't have anyone to answer to.
She lifted her head as she heard the bar door whoosh open. She could see the silhouette of a girl standing there, getting drenched from the pounding rain.
D.A. walked into the bar, not caring that she was actually underage. She had to get out of the storm, she'd been walking for a good hour and a half. Shaking herself off, she didn't bother to glance around the place, she headed straight for the drinks.
"Can I get a shot of Vodka?" Sitting down, she ignored the bartender's mocking gaze. She didn't care, she wasn't in the mood. She needed a fucking drink. She glared at him until she saw him reach for a glass and the bottle.
The bartender shook his head at the young lady who'd flounced into his bar. "A little wet outside is it?"
D.A. rolled her eyes and hunched forward. Ignoring his attempt at civility. " Yeah . . . the drink?" Grabbing it from his hands she shot it backwards straight into her throat, set it down and motioned for another one. She was gonna get plastered. She was gonna drink until she was numb and didn't have to think about Jordan or that stupid bitch Lina.
" Well speak of the devil?? It's jailbait herself. . ."
D.A., on her 5th shot, pulled herself upright and snarled at the voice she heard. Just fucking great! Not even looking at her she asked for her 6th shot and answered.
"Cut the shit Letty, I don't need or want your crap tonight." D.A. could finally feel the alcohol getting to her. She decided to pay before she forgot. Pulling out her rain soaked wallet she pulled out some money she'd stolen from Kia's drawer. She nodded in the direction of the bartender, " In case I forget."
Letty could see exactly what D.A. was planning on doing, the empty shot glasses were enough proof. She hated the bitch, but Dwayne would kill her if he knew she'd just let his cousin put herself in her grave early. Sighing inwardly she walked over and planted herself beside D.A. Taking in her soaked clothes and drooping hair she smirked in disbelief. " You walked here, all the way from the party??"
D.A. ignored her. She was concentrating on keeping her head upright. She failed.
Seeing D.A. plant her face on the table, Letty groaned. Fuck! She didn't want to baby-sit. She thought about taking her back home, but that would mean she'd have to go back as well and she wasn't ready to do that either. Plus she'd just rented a room for the night anyway. Tilting her head she thought . . .Maybe she could leave D.A. here and let her sleep it off. Glancing around she saw the old man in the back, licking his lips and staring at the two of them. No go on that idea.
"Alright enough." She glared at the bartender who'd started to pour another glass. Couldn't he see the chick was fuckin drunk enough already? Grabbing D.A.'s arm she pulled her upright. " Let's go . . ."
D.A. wrenched her arm away. " No I don't wanna . . . whhhheeerrre m'I gon go anyways? My famwee hatesssss me and the onwee perssson I coulllddd call , woullldd kick my assssss." While she spoke, or tried to. She barely noticed herself being pulled along, and out of the bar.
Letty was getting REALLY frustrated with D.A. who wasn't walking but dragging herself on the floor and up the stairs. As she reached the room, she let go of D.A. only to hear her thud to the floor. Rolling her eyes she opened the door, and dragged the girl inside, managing to get her on the cot sized bed.
" You must be the fucking most ANNOYING brat I've ever fuckin' seen!! You're fucking tanked beyond belief." Letty shook her head and debated whether or not to take off D.A.'s shoes or soaked jacket. Seeing D.A. begin to shiver she decided against her better judgement and painfully removed the girls' jacket.
D.A. could feel the air hit her in a cold rush once her jacket was off. Kicking off her shoes she pulled her self under the covers, almost falling off the bed.
"You know Lettweee you'ree not such a beeeeotch after all. Not like that ho leeeeeena . . ." Her voice was muffled as she hung off the side of the bed.
Letty sank down on the bed, she'd started to get a headache. " Shut up, and sleep it off D.A. I'm not in the mood to chitchat."
" . . . she was Kiissssssssinggg MYYYYY man. Jordan is MYYYY man. She's lucky I didn't kill 'er." Working herself up she flailed and fell off the bed onto the ground in a confused muddle.
Letty glanced at her but stayed where she was. She smirked at D.A.'s words. "Oh Yeah ey? You've been a naughty lil girl huh?? Don't you know if Ice ever finds out, he's gonna kill Jordan??"
"Nuh Uh, Iceee doesn't know about the other stuff that happened to me. Iceeeee doesn't know anyyyyyy-thinngatall." D.A.'s head hung down as she spoke, her back against the bed, her knees to her chest.
Letty grinned. There was more??? Leaning back on her elbow, she peered down at D.A.'s head. "What else does Ice not know ??"
D.A. ignored Letty's question and continued talking. " Dwayynnnee, thinks I'm little miss innocent. Jordan thoughts I wass to, but noooppeee. Theyyy donn'ttt know about Jesseeee."
Letty's eyebrows raised in surprise. Jesse? Who in the hell was that? "Who's Jesseeeeee?"she mocked.
D.A.'s shoulders hunched, her body tensing even in her state of unawareness. "Asshhhholllleee. I hattteeee Jessseee.. he wanted me to call him daddyyy.. He .He."
Letty didn't move. "D.A.?"
"He used to beat uss, all of us.. he was the worstt fosster dad. He.he.. did it. He made meee dirty." D.A. swallowed, she could feel her eyes swimming and her body was now convulsing. She couldn't stop herself.
"I wasss gonna run away, than Icceee came and found meee. Deewaaynne, don't know nothin. You can't telll 'em, he won't wanna keep me anymore. Everyone wouulldd feel sorryyy."
Letty had sat up quickly at D.A.'s drunk confession. She'd been raped? She couldn't believe it. Dwayne had told he'd found out about her when D.A. was 13. She'd been only 13 when it'd happened. Letty ran her hand through her hair. She was not equipped to deal with all this outright emotion. Looking at D.A.'s shaking shoulders and bowed head, she couldn't help herself as she moved down to comfort her.
She sat beside her their shoulders touching , nothing else. Letty could feel D.A.'s shoulders droop and the crying was subsiding. Fuck! What was she gonna do now? Tell Dwayne or keep quiet. She didn't even like D.A. She sighed and rested her head back against the mattress and closed her eyes.
"I won't tell anyone."