Family Sucks When They All Hate You

Jordan turned on her TV at 4:30PM with a bowl full of Butter Lovers' Popcorn in her lap.

"Yes football!" she grinned when she saw the score 4-0 England. Again today the coach was nowhere to found, as was the assistant coach.

"If they don't show up tomorrow it's captain's practice," Jazz told her over the phone, just twenty minutes before hand.

After thirty minutes she changed the channel to something else.

Lisa Snowdon came onto the screen, her beautiful face was grinning to the thirteen contestants.

"You're all getting makeovers!" she shouted and the young girls screamed with delight. Jordan loved watching Britain's Next Top Model and thought that Cycle four was currently the best cycle so far.

"I wanna be a model," she whimpered then put some more popcorn into her mouth. "But nooo, I have to work at age fourteen!" she grumbled then stood up with her bowl of popcorn and walked towards the kitchen.

Stop complaining, you chose this remember! A voice in her mind ordered her sternly.

Yeah but I could probably quit when I'm twenty then go out for Britain's Next Top Model, she told it.

Are you kidding me? This business is like crack, once you get into it your addicted. Look at Alex; he tried to quit many times, he stomach turned at the word 'Alex'.

"Forget it Jordan," she told herself, "it could never work out,"

Knock, knock, knock.

She walked to the door then opened it casually.

"Hey sis," a twenty-year-old boy with shaggy black hair stepped into the house.

"P-p-p-potter!" she gasped and fumbled with her bowl. He walked past her and took the bowl away from her then started munching on the popcorn.

"Argh!" he spat then walked over to the garbage then spat the popcorn out of his mouth. "You still like the Butter Lover's Popcorn?" he growled then gave her back the bowl. She rolled her eyes then walked towards the kitchen and set the bowl on the counter.

"What are you doing here Potter?" she asked then turned to face him but he was watching the TV.

"You still watch that stupid model show?" he asked disgustingly.

"Are you going to answer me or criticize me?" she began to feel a twinge of annoyance in her head.

"Mom's in jail," he said suddenly with a pause. Jordan stumbled a bit then grabbed the counter for support.

"What?!" she gasped.

"She got busted for crack and we need to bail her!" he told her then grabbed her arm.

She resisted and he stopped and looked at her blankly. "Why would I want to help the mother who hated me my whole life?"

"She doesn't hate you Jordan," he rolled his eyes then pulled her out the door.

"I'll drive!" she announced but Potter cut her off.

"No you're not, we're taking separate cars just in case you get all dramatic and you want to leave," he told her sternly while holding on to the keys of his black Toyota Tundra tightly.

She lifted on eyebrow then turned on her heel and walked back into the house and grabbed a key with a ducky key chain out of a small cubby on the wall next to the door. Then she walked out of the house then closed and locked the door behind her.

"Fine then," she walked out the door then opened the garage door, "I'll take the Escalade!" she announced proudly then grinned when she saw her brother's angry face when he saw the white Cadillac parked in the garage.

"What?"

In the end they both rode in separate cars even though Potter begged to ride with her.

"Please! It's so beautiful, I have to take a ride in it!"

"Nope! You wanted to ride in separate cars!" she mocked him.

He scowled then backed out of the driveway and she followed him to the jail two hours away.

"Hello, we're the children of Margaret Nommack," Potter told the lady behind the glass wall at the city jail

"You must be Jon," she guessed and he nodded. Jordan waited impatiently next to him hoping that the process of releasing their mother would go by fast.

"And you must be Jordan," she looked at her, and Jordan nodded and smiled weakly.

"Bail is 10,000," she looked at the two of them doubtfully but they proved her wrong by writing out a check.

"Okay… well, please wait and we'll get her for you," then the girl left leaving Jordan and Jon alone in the waiting room.

"Are you excited to see Mom since it's been six months?" Jon asked while sitting down on a wooden chair with blue polyester padding. Jordan sat down across in a chair exactly like his.

"You mean, am I excited to see my mom who kicked me out of the house at age fourteen?" she grumbled, Jon sighed then ran his hands through his hair.

"Jordan…."

"JON!" a familiar voice yelled excitedly and a thirty-six-year-old woman with jet-black hair ran up to Jon and squeezed him tightly.

"Hey mom, how are you feeling?" he asked and wiggled out of her tight grip.

"Oh I'm alright," she shrugged then looked at him up and down, "wow you've grown!" she exclaimed then finally saw Jordan standing in front of them and her happy expression faded.

"Hi mom," she said weakly.

"Oh it's you," she grumbled, "well don't just stand there… get my things!" she barked at her. Jordan scowled then stomped over to the young guard who has holding her mother's purse and water bottle.

"Good luck," the guard mumbled to her while handing over her things.

"Is there a way I can give back my mom and get a refund on my money?" she asked darkly, the guard tried to muffle his laughter by coughing but Jon heard him and looked over at them and lifted on eyebrow at his sister.

"Even if you could I wouldn't let you," he told her, and then Jordan broke into a fit of giggles.

"Jordan, get over here!" Margaret glared at them and Jordan sulked over to her mother and brother.

"So Jordan… I see that you're still dressing like a slut!" she announced leaving Jordan dumbfounded.

The blood in Jordan's veins started to boil and her face turned scarlet. She finally had enough of her mother… her put downs, snide remarks, everything.

"MOM! KNOCK IT OFF!" she yelled at her mother whose expression turned to pure horror. "How can you even call yourself a mother when you always treat me like crap?!" she continued to yell.

"Well leave then if you hate me so much!" she yelled back.

"Joining them was my way of leaving!"

"No, it was your way of driving me crazy!"

"Gawd why do you hate me so much?!" tears started to form in her eyes.

"Because you're you!" was all her mother could think of yelling. Jordan gasped quietly then let a hot tear roll down her check.

F*** you Margaret!" she told her then ran out the door of the jail and got into her car leaving her mother frozen in place.

Jordan didn't know it, but that hurt her badly, not because she swore but because she didn't call her mom.

"She disowned me," the woman whispered quietly then looked up at her son.

He nodded, it was the only thing he could do, he was speechless.

"She doesn't know it… but I love her," Margaret told him looking at her feet. Jon suddenly felt very annoyed and he looked at his mom with disbelief.

"Then you should of stopped being stubborn and told her that 'cause now… you're never going to see her again!" he told her then quickly left the jail.

Jordan cried the whole two hours home. When she got home it was seven and she felt exhausted. Her stomach growled from hunger so she put her favorite kind of pizza in the oven' a supreme deep-dish pizza.

While she waited for her pizza to back she walked over to her TV and put her favorite movie into her DVD player.

"Hi Jordan, can you eave to the camera?" a sly voice called to her from behind. Quickly she turned around and jumped off of the couch.

"What the hell?!" she yelled then stopped at once when she saw who it was.

"Well don't just stare blankly at me… you know who I am!" the Russian grinned. Jordan contained her fear then looked right into his clear blue eyes.

"Yassen Gregorvich," she said coldly. He nodded and looked pleased with himself.

"Now say goodbye to Yassen Gregorvich," he told her and pulled out a large knife.

"No," she whispered then stumbled backwards falling on top of the glass coffee table. He took that as a chance to attack and lunged towards Jordan with the knife. She put her legs in the air and pushed them forward when she made contact with his stomach. He grunted and she screamed when his knife came down harshly on her shin.

Jordan stumbled up and winced when pain shot up her leg. Yassen attacked her again but missed her neck but the knife came down on her shoulder. She screamed bloody murder then instantly yanked the knife out of the shoulder. He grinned.

"Why are you grinning?" she asked.

"Because you're hurt, and know you will die."

"But I have a knife."

"You don't have the guts to kill me," he mocked her making her blood heat up. Then she ran towards him with the knife held high in the air. He stopped grinning and grabbed her wrist and tried to fight her off.

"I won't kill you… but I don't have to save you!" she growled.

"You will never kill me!" he told her and that was the last thing she heard before she was knocked out. Yassen's fist throbbed and he looked down at the fourteen-year-old girl with pleasure.

"Good night, princess," he laughed then left her bleeding on the cold wooden floor.

A/N: Da nuh nuh NUH! Jordan's knocked out, Yassen is now is the picture! WTF!?? I hate the f-word so that's why I used those star things… just a btw thing.

And can I just say that this is the hardest fan fiction to write! Well for some people maybe not but for me it sucks in a way because I have to look up all this stuff about England since I don't live there, like who hosts Britain's Next Top Model and how many cycles they have had so far. Man tough work, and also I had to look up all this stuff for the last chapter about whose the prime minister or whoever he was of England (which has many knick names btw! Man so confusing!). And what's the sentence for a DWI and how many euros you had to pay. Love the euro symbol by the way!

And sorry that it took so long for me to update but you guys have to be patient with me cause I'm starting basketball this week so things will be hectic mark my words!

God Bless,

~Hannah~