Thank you for the reviews. I'm sorry if the next few chapters are
confusing, and moving sort of fast. I added up the age that Spinner and
Emma's daughter should be, and I know that she should be about nine but for
plot purposes she's going to be about fourteen.
I stood up as Sean and Vanessa rushed to me.
"Are you okay?" Sean asked.
"I'm fine. I tripped, that's all," I lied.
"Come on, your going to the doctor," he said.
"No, Sean, I'm fine. Really," I said.
He sighed heavily. "Be careful."
Jessica Edmonds hurried into the bathroom and changed out of her halter that ended above her pierced belly button and put her tee shirt back on before letting her parents see her. They didn't know what she had become, and she wasn't exactly itching for them to find out, either. She washed her dark make-up off and voila; she was their little girl again. Poor parents, she thought, they don't have a clue what's going on with their own daughter.
"Mom, Dad! I'm home!" she yelled opening the door after walking home from school.
"I'm in the kitchen, Jess," her mothers voice called back at her.
"Hey, Mom," she said. "It's Friday night, and you know since I'm a teenager and everything..." she was rambling, just ask her she thought. "Well, I was wondering if I could go out with 'the girls' tonight?"
She thought for a minute. "Did you get your report card?"
She reached in her backpack and handed it to her. "I know, I did do a little badly in Algebra, but its only a C and I will bring it up," she pleaded.
"Well," Mrs. Edmonds said, "I guess you can go. After dinner."
She squealed and hugged her mother.
Manny had a sharp twinge of pain in her abdomen, so painful that she cried out.
"Are you okay?" Craig asked.
"It hurts," she said weakly, bending at the waist to ease it.
"We need to get you to the hospital," Craig said. "The doctors said so, remember? It could be something having to do with your miscarriage."
She nodded solemnly and agreed to go to the hospital.
Paige sat in her bedroom, alone, as always, and thinking of her daughter. She missed her so much. She lives in Florida; she thought to herself, I could go see her. No, that wouldn't be a good idea.
She thought of what she would look like. Blond hair and blue eyes, like her? Or darker hair, like Spinner? Either way, Paige knew she would be beautiful.
Jessica dressed in an orange halter-top, showing off her belly-button ring that her parents didn't know she had, and a pair of sexy hip-huggers. The outfit hugged her petite but curvy frame perfectly. She put a long coat on over the outfit and zipped it up, there was no way her parents would see her like this.
"I love you guys," she said, as she headed out to her friends' boyfriends' car. She jumped in and they took off. She pulled her jacket off and started to do her make-up.
"Girl, we are going to have fun tonight," her friend, Julie, said from the passenger seat.
"You bet we are baby," Julie's boyfriend, Damon, said to Julie.
"Where are we going?" Jessica asked, applying very dark, black eyeliner.
"Jameson is having a party out at his lake house. We're going there," Julie informed her.
"Awesome," Jessica said.
"Oh, and Jess," Damon said to her.
"Yeah?"
"I have a friend that wants to, uh, 'meet' you," he said with a cocky grin.
"Can't wait," She said.
When we arrived at the party, a lot of people were there. It was wild, too, there were people dancing all over each other and drinking and smoking pot...maybe even harder stuff. She walked past a couple in the corner that was half-undressed, and getting more and more naked by the second. She grabbed a beer and started drinking it, gulping it down. She grabbed another and downed it, too. She was on her fourth when a guy came up to her and said, "You're Jessica, right?"
"Yeah, that's me," she said.
"You're hotter than Damon said you were, I'm Andrew," he told her.
"Thanks," she said over the music.
"Do you want to go upstairs?" he asked, putting his hand on my thigh. It sent chills up my spine.
"Yeah, let me grab another beer," she said, finishing the one in her hand and grabbing another. "Do you want one?"
"Yeah," he reached past her and grabbed one. "Lead the way," he said.
She walked in front of him, his hands on her waist, and when she stopped walking, there was no space between their bodies. She opened the door to a room and closed it after he followed her in.
"So what did you want to come up here for?" she asked.
"I'll give you one guess," he said, moving closer. He put his arms around her waist and pulled her to him. He started kissing her neck and his hands started to roam. She loved it. She wanted more, and more, and she got it, too.
When Jessica and Andrew finished, she got dressed and went back downstairs. She looked for Julie but couldn't find her. She was probably in a room upstairs with Damon; those two took forever. She looked around for someone she knew. She knew no one.
She looked at her watch, it was getting late and she was starting to get drunk. She left a note on Damon's car and grabbed her jacket and walked home.
When she got there, the place was swarming with cops. Oh, great, they called the cops on me, she thought. She went inside and said, "Mom, I'm home! I'm fine," but a cop with a solemn face greeted her.
"Miss Edmonds, please sit down," he said.
She froze, "What happened?"
"Sit down, please," he said.
"No! What happened," she demanded.
"Your parents, they were in an accident. I'm sorry, Jessica, but they didn't make it," he said.
I stood up as Sean and Vanessa rushed to me.
"Are you okay?" Sean asked.
"I'm fine. I tripped, that's all," I lied.
"Come on, your going to the doctor," he said.
"No, Sean, I'm fine. Really," I said.
He sighed heavily. "Be careful."
Jessica Edmonds hurried into the bathroom and changed out of her halter that ended above her pierced belly button and put her tee shirt back on before letting her parents see her. They didn't know what she had become, and she wasn't exactly itching for them to find out, either. She washed her dark make-up off and voila; she was their little girl again. Poor parents, she thought, they don't have a clue what's going on with their own daughter.
"Mom, Dad! I'm home!" she yelled opening the door after walking home from school.
"I'm in the kitchen, Jess," her mothers voice called back at her.
"Hey, Mom," she said. "It's Friday night, and you know since I'm a teenager and everything..." she was rambling, just ask her she thought. "Well, I was wondering if I could go out with 'the girls' tonight?"
She thought for a minute. "Did you get your report card?"
She reached in her backpack and handed it to her. "I know, I did do a little badly in Algebra, but its only a C and I will bring it up," she pleaded.
"Well," Mrs. Edmonds said, "I guess you can go. After dinner."
She squealed and hugged her mother.
Manny had a sharp twinge of pain in her abdomen, so painful that she cried out.
"Are you okay?" Craig asked.
"It hurts," she said weakly, bending at the waist to ease it.
"We need to get you to the hospital," Craig said. "The doctors said so, remember? It could be something having to do with your miscarriage."
She nodded solemnly and agreed to go to the hospital.
Paige sat in her bedroom, alone, as always, and thinking of her daughter. She missed her so much. She lives in Florida; she thought to herself, I could go see her. No, that wouldn't be a good idea.
She thought of what she would look like. Blond hair and blue eyes, like her? Or darker hair, like Spinner? Either way, Paige knew she would be beautiful.
Jessica dressed in an orange halter-top, showing off her belly-button ring that her parents didn't know she had, and a pair of sexy hip-huggers. The outfit hugged her petite but curvy frame perfectly. She put a long coat on over the outfit and zipped it up, there was no way her parents would see her like this.
"I love you guys," she said, as she headed out to her friends' boyfriends' car. She jumped in and they took off. She pulled her jacket off and started to do her make-up.
"Girl, we are going to have fun tonight," her friend, Julie, said from the passenger seat.
"You bet we are baby," Julie's boyfriend, Damon, said to Julie.
"Where are we going?" Jessica asked, applying very dark, black eyeliner.
"Jameson is having a party out at his lake house. We're going there," Julie informed her.
"Awesome," Jessica said.
"Oh, and Jess," Damon said to her.
"Yeah?"
"I have a friend that wants to, uh, 'meet' you," he said with a cocky grin.
"Can't wait," She said.
When we arrived at the party, a lot of people were there. It was wild, too, there were people dancing all over each other and drinking and smoking pot...maybe even harder stuff. She walked past a couple in the corner that was half-undressed, and getting more and more naked by the second. She grabbed a beer and started drinking it, gulping it down. She grabbed another and downed it, too. She was on her fourth when a guy came up to her and said, "You're Jessica, right?"
"Yeah, that's me," she said.
"You're hotter than Damon said you were, I'm Andrew," he told her.
"Thanks," she said over the music.
"Do you want to go upstairs?" he asked, putting his hand on my thigh. It sent chills up my spine.
"Yeah, let me grab another beer," she said, finishing the one in her hand and grabbing another. "Do you want one?"
"Yeah," he reached past her and grabbed one. "Lead the way," he said.
She walked in front of him, his hands on her waist, and when she stopped walking, there was no space between their bodies. She opened the door to a room and closed it after he followed her in.
"So what did you want to come up here for?" she asked.
"I'll give you one guess," he said, moving closer. He put his arms around her waist and pulled her to him. He started kissing her neck and his hands started to roam. She loved it. She wanted more, and more, and she got it, too.
When Jessica and Andrew finished, she got dressed and went back downstairs. She looked for Julie but couldn't find her. She was probably in a room upstairs with Damon; those two took forever. She looked around for someone she knew. She knew no one.
She looked at her watch, it was getting late and she was starting to get drunk. She left a note on Damon's car and grabbed her jacket and walked home.
When she got there, the place was swarming with cops. Oh, great, they called the cops on me, she thought. She went inside and said, "Mom, I'm home! I'm fine," but a cop with a solemn face greeted her.
"Miss Edmonds, please sit down," he said.
She froze, "What happened?"
"Sit down, please," he said.
"No! What happened," she demanded.
"Your parents, they were in an accident. I'm sorry, Jessica, but they didn't make it," he said.