I don't own them.
This chapter has a touchy subject in it, and it contains some violence.
Jetta had the hardest time falling back asleep after Roxy had woken her up, she didn't want to explain to Pizzazz and Roxy about what had happened to her when she was sixteen. She would rather play onstage naked rather then tell the others her secrets.
"Jetta are you awake?" A voice called out, it sounded like Stormer.
"No." Jetta answered back.
"Yes you are you just answered me." It was Pizzazz's voice.
"Pizzazz?" Jetta asked as she turned on her light.
Pizzazz was standing in the doorway.
"Why didn't you say anything about having a baby?"
"I…it's not something I share. Hi I'm Jetta and guess what I had a baby at sixteen." Jetta sarcastically said.
"I want the truth Jetta." Pizzazz demanded.
"About what?"
"Um I don't know about the baby you had ten years ago." Pizzazz said crossing her arms.
"I told you." Jetta said shrugging.
"Actually no you didn't, you just said you had a baby." Pizzazz explained.
"I don't need to tell you." Jetta said once more.
"Jetta what happened?" Pizzazz asked sensing that there was something she wasn't telling her.
"I don't talk about it." Jetta said shrugging.
/Flashback/ ten years ago…
Jetta sat at her normal corner at the park. She was practicing her saxophone, when a tall good looking guy walked by.
"Hi I'm Steve, I've been coming by here for the passed three days and I've noticed you here playing your saxophone every time."
Jetta looked up and a pair of blue eyes stared down at her, he looked about twenty.
"I'm Sheila, but everyone calls me Jetta." Jetta said smiling.
"That's a nice name."
"Which one?" Jetta asked.
"Both of them, I like them both." Steve said smiling.
Jetta was mesmerized, what were the odds that a nice guy about her age would even pay attention to her the saxophone playing punk.
"So do you want to go out to lunch?" Steve asked and Jetta could only nod.
Everything was going great until three weeks later after they went out to a club, Steve was acting all different and Jetta didn't like it.
"What's up with you love?" Jetta asked.
"Jetta I say that we should sleep together before I go back to the states." Steve says.
"What! I maybe wild but I'm not daft, I've only known you for three weeks." Jetta says flabbergasted.
"Come on Jetta, we've been together long enough." Steve demanded.
"Yous guys ay all de same, all yous wanna do is get into me pants." Jetta yells.
At that point Steve grabs her arm and pulls her to the hallway between the bathrooms, pushing her against the wall.
"We either do this my way or I force you!" Steve said.
"Either way, you will get what you want." Jetta said with disgust in her voice.
"Don't fight me, you will only get hurt."
"Who says duckie!" Jetta said pushing Steve away.
By that point Steve had Jetta on the floor, she was fighting him as he was on top of her and he was hitting her to shut up.
"Stop it Steve, I said no! Did you hear what I said? Oww stop hitting me. No please don't!" Jetta screamed but her voice was drowned out by the thumping of the music…"
/End of flashback/
"Jetta, what aren't you telling me?" Pizzazz demanded.
"I'm not talking about it!" Jetta warned.
"It must be something terrible because of the way you are acting, I'm just asking you." Pizzazz said.
"It was but that doesn't mean I talk about it."
"Jetta…"
"Fine Pizzazz you want to know? I was forced to…"
"Hey Pizzazz, what's going on?" Roxy's voice loomed out.
"Roxy what are you doing up?" Pizzazz asked.
"Why are you up? Besides I was hungry." Roxy said.
"When aren't you hungry?" Jetta mutters.
"Why I…"
"Stop it, it's late you need to stop fighting!" Pizzazz said through her teeth.
"Well Roxy I was just telling Pizzazz something but since you won't leave me alone until I tell you I'll tell you both."
"Jetta what are you talking about?" Roxy asks.
Jetta sighs, like she would ever tell.
"Yes I got pregnant at sixteen and I didn't believe in killin it, so I had her. And the father well he was let's just say 'e was a complete wanker." Jetta said.
"Jetta you were about to say something else." Pizzazz said.
"I was."
"Well?" Roxy said impatiently.
"I couldn't raise her for two reasons, I was sixteen how could I be a mother and…"
"And what?" Pizzazz asked.
"It would be too 'ard for me, she was the product of rape…"
Pizzazz and Roxy just stood there.