Chapter 5- Johnny's Dad
Disclaimer- I don't own anything except Johnny XD
The doctor came to me today. She told me that I will die. I really realize that today. I WILL FUCKING DIE. Adios. Aurevoir. Goodbye. Since 5 days, they gave me morphine, Dilaudil...you know some kind of this hard stuff who have the same effect of heroin. I've been a junkie, and I still sit on my "death bed". Sorry...I was clean. I think it's a good introduction for the first step of my junkie life...I was 11.
As usual, I was at my detention, with Johnny, Lucas, Bruce...and oh, the new Drake...red hair…aggressive guy. Very funny. I had a crush on him...my first crush. Haha! Now he is in jail because he killed a guy from Degrassi. Stupid. Whatever. So my stepfather came to take me at the end of my detention in his stolen car. He didn't drive me home .He drove me to some kind of bunker. He got out of the car before me and told me to stay there. So I opened my school bag and took my bottle of "water"…with some booze in it. I had the feeling that in this building, things will be bad. He came back and opened my door. He took me by the neck. It hurt.
"Come and shut up little puta."
I said nothing and kept my head high.
In the bunker, it was smoky and smelly. Marijuana. I recognized Johnny's dad. Uh oh. I was stressed. He showed me a corner and told me not to move out of the place. So I sat my ass on the cold and dirty floor and decided to continue to drink my booze. Johnny's dad approached me.
"What're you drinking little girl. I think it's not for you."
He stole my bottle and caressed my hair. The first thing I did was punch him in the face with my soldier boot. His nose was bleeding.
"FUCK! You told me that she wouldn't move," he shouted.
The other men in the place were laughing. The one who looked to be the chief told me to come around the table.
"Scarlet. It's your name right?"
I nodded my head yes.
He showed me a joint.
"Do you want to taste it?"
I took it without any words. I knew that I couldn't stop their plan. The plan was to have sex with me. The young teen of 11 years old. It's true that I was not anymore a little girl. My hair was dyed and I wore make-up. Dark make-up. My clothes were more mature. Some kind of a punk/Goth/rocker.
I smoked it. And fucking liked the sensation. And it's how I took my first drug and how I had sex for the first time…with Johnny's dad. When I think of that, it grosses me out.
The next day, Johnny came to my apartment, as usual, to play at some videos games. He was my best friend.
"Did you ever kiss someone?" he asked me.
"Yes," I answered
"Who?"
I continued to play and I just answered the truth. Normally.
"My stepfather...and your father."
He just stopped playing and looked at me with his eyes wide open.
"WHAT?"
I stopped playing too. I realized what I had said.
"Yes Johnny...you understand. I kissed my stepfather and your father. It's complicated."
I began to realize at this time how it was hard for me to deal with that. And how I was feeling good with the joint and vodka. So I got up and got the leather jacket of my stepfather. Joint...I took it and began to smoke it…in front of Johnny.
"What the hell are you doing Scarlet? It's drugs!"
"And? So what? Do you want try?"
He took it nervously and smoked. He coughed. I laughed and took it back.
"So Scarlet...sorry for asking but do you have sex with them? Man, I mean you're talking about my father! And just hope that is not repeated. Understand?"
"Ok...and if I said yes, what will happen? Tell me? You think it's easy but it's not! I just can't go to the cops! I don't wanna see a specialist!"
"Are you trying to tell me that you're an abused child?"
I wanted so hard to slap him in the face. But I didn't. I just began to cry.
"YES! And? WHAT CAN I DO?! Tell me! Look at what we live in Johnny. You're an abused child too. I know that you're dad hits you every night. And you do nothing too. Fuck...I'm 11. At school I'm always in detention. Like you. I never do my homework; I'm not a good girl."
It was our first discussion about it. And not certainly the last. I was an angry child...but it was worse since Johnny knew.
During the summer, between primary and high school, I was selling some marijuana for my stepfather to pay my own consolation for some kids of the streets. You know, the kids of 15 years in the street. I began to hang out with them a little bit. But I continued to be with Johnny's gang.
Ready for the high school.