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Chapter 3

"Hi, Matt."

Matt had rolled his eyes. Jaycee Hamilton. The girl that had been labeled the prettiest girl in town since she was ten. His younger brother, Jeff thought so too obviously, jumping off the porch railing, sucking in his gut and jutting out his chest, the moment he saw her walking up the drive. And Marty, five imitated him.

"I thought you moved." Matt spat. He hadn't missed Jaycee and he could tell by her designer jeans that she hadn't changed much in the year she'd been gone.

"We're visiting for the summer."

Of course, he had heard that Jaycee was in town. She was all Jeff could talk about for two weeks straight and he'd hoped he didn't have to set eyes on her.

She handed over a brown paper wrapped whiskey bottle "Daddy asked me to drop this by."

"You're Daddy?" He arched an eyebrow, but Jaycee only answered with a smile. That same disgusting, serpentine smile he'd despised when they were kids. "What's he want?" Matt took the bottle with a groan.

It wasn't the first time his father had arranged a trade with Jake Parker. They'd done it many times before the man had left town. Matt's family owned one of the few farms left in that small town. Selling fresh pork, chicken, beef and corn is what kept his family a float and sometimes his father would trade a pound or two of something for a bottle of expensive liquor Jake Parker kept stocked. He just wondered when they had ran into each other.

"Sausage." She flicked her eyes up and down. "You're looking good Matt."

"Hump." Matt went inside, grabbed a package from the freezer, and then slapped it in her hand so he could be rid of her.

"Don't you want to ask me about Randie? You do remember Randie?"

"Why would I ask you about Randie?" He said hatefully. He hadn't let himself think of her. He hadn't even let her name escape his lips. Some things were better off left in the past.

"Well, she's not with us if you're wondering."

"I wasn't wondering." But it did seem strange. Almost as strange as his neighbors inviting them for a visit. The whole town knew how Jake Parker had moved into his brother's home without permission and how he had tried to leave town before the man came back from his tour of duty.

"Maybe you and I can go for a soda sometime." Why did she have to linger?

"No thanks." He spat. He was far too busy to chase after some child and Jaycee was still obviously a child. He was responsible for the feeding the animals, tending the fields, cleaning the house, the cooking and he was the warden over his five younger brothers. He was far too mature to daydream over some girl. Any girl. Much less the spoiled Jaycee Hamilton.

"Oh, why not?" Jaycee pouted.

"Girl, your tits haven't even grown in yet." He snapped hatefully. The girl with the now golden blonde waves let out a frustrated and angry little scream, but it got her off his porch.

Jeff gave him a hard shove as he stomped into the house.

"What the hell did you do that for?" Matt stormed in after him. "I ought to whip your ass!"

"She likes you!" Jeff spat as if Matt had betrayed him. The twins, Cory and Cameron who were three stopped playing with their trucks and looked up with scared eyes.

"Jaycee Hamilton is never going to end up with someone like us. Hell, I wouldn't want to. She's a arrogant little rich girl. Get over it and give the twins a bath so I can get the other two in. If we wait any later there won't be any hot water left for Dad's shower when he gets home."

"Do it yourself."

Matt groaned. Jeff was so stubborn and lazy and he got away with it because his Dad was too tired to do much more than reprimand him for it. Or maybe it was Jeff was blonde haired with blue eyes like their mother. His whole life it seemed like Jeff, Marty and the twins got all of the attention. They were so cute, so adorable. Everyone they came in contact with in town just went crazy over them. Only he and Sloan bore the dark hair and eyes of their father and no one seemed to think that was special.

"She loves you and you hate her. Just like when we were kids. Or don't you remember how you and Randie always ditched her?"

"What the hell do I care about things that happened years ago?"

"You really became a jerk when you grew up." Jeff spat back. "You forgot everything about being a kid. You forgot about the tree-house and everyone in it."

Matt sighed. He had forgotten about those days. The days when he didn't loathe hearing Randie Parker's name. It's not like she had contacted him in any way. His family might have been poor, but they had a telephone and she knew the damn number by heart. In his mind, if she cared about him at all, she would have found a way to contact him. No matter how much her father forbid her. She had money. There were payphones. Where ever she was, he was sure she was nothing but a spoiled princess just like Jaycee.

"She's not hanging out with those boys anymore." He would never forget that man words as long as he lived. He'd overheard Randie's father screaming at the top of his lungs as Matt stood ready to knock on their door. He remembered it well. It had been the first time Randie had turned her back on him in school. The first time she pretended like she didn't know him and he had wanted to know why.

Those boys. The man who drank continuously. Who's ever other words was a curse, who jumped from one woman to another in less than a week, thought he was trash. He despised the Parker family. All of them and their kind. Every other soul in town. He grew bitter. Bitter that his mother had died the day after his thirteenth birthday. Bitter that he had to grow up too fast and angry that he had so much responsibility while others his age were out having a good time. He felt like an old man. He acted uninterested in the things the kids at school were doing, but really he envied their complaints. Hated the way they sat around bitching about having to clean their rooms and mow the yard. Yeah, it was so rough for them. So bad he would trade places with them in a heartbeat.

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Randie stared out the window. There was some lightening across the bruised, charcoal-gray clouds. The gloom dripped a chill over her causing her to shudder and embrace herself. She was trapped in that tiny apartment by a padlocked hasp on the outside of the door. And her father had painted the windows shut, she couldn't even go out on the fire escape.

They had left her little food that she had to ration. She ate small amounts once a day, but it wasn't enough to keep her belly from rumbling. She was so hungry that it was getting hard for her to disappear into her fantasy, like she liked to do when things were at their worst. Her family had been gone for two weeks and had given her no indication of when they would return. They hadn't even told her that they were going. Just woke up one morning with suitcases in their hands and walked out the door. She walked to the door behind them only to hear the pad lock snap in place. It wasn't the first time they had locked her in. They had done it every time they left in fact. Whether they were going out on a Friday night or just running to the grocery store. She hadn't been to school since they had left Cheyenna. She hadn't been out of the apartment since they had moved in. She truly was a prisoner. An unwanted, unloved mistake. As the days dragged by, the days got hotter. There was no air conditioner. The room was so muggy she felt like she couldn't breathe and she was convinced that her family was never coming back. That they had left her there to die.

How many times had her father spat those very words to her? How many times had he wished she had never been born? She was so sick of being blamed for everything that went wrong in his life. She just couldn't think of a thing she could have done to deserve the treatment she received every single day. If her only crime was being born, then she didn't see any reason for her to continue being an obedient daughter and she damn she wasn't going to sit around and die just to make that man happy. She picked up the kitchen chair and slung it with all her pent up rage, smashing it through the window. She packed her backpack, slung it over her shoulder and climbed out on the fire escape. She didn't care that the old thing was rusted and swaying. She didn't care that she was five stories above the ground. All she cared about was fresh air, freedom and getting to the one place where she had always felt safe.