Chapter Four: Natalee Jacks: Walking Home
"Oh, fuck."
There was no joy of waking up to those two words. Natalee knew them all too well. The 'oh' of surprise from her mother before her father beat her bloody, muttering 'fuck' the whole time. Natalee knew those words very well.
She stirred, droplets of blood dripping down her forehead. She stared up at a handsome enough man, but his whole face was blurred by tears. She had failed. She had lost. She tried so hard to be beat a man, but she failed. Naked, discovered, and beaten.
"Are. . . you. . . Tyler?" Natalee breathed the words, so soft, so out of breath.
"I am." A man next to him spoke, his amazing good looks beaming down at her, "Bravo, little shithead."
Natalee rose to her knees, her fists pressed against the floor, "Thanks, asshole."
Tyler barked a bit of laughter, "Get up; you're coming home with us."
Narrator shook his head, "No way."
Tyler sighed, "Come on, little shithead, let's go."
Natalee stood on wobbly ankles, her knees knocking together, her legs shaking. Narrator pulled an arm under her and helped her.
"I can walk." she muttered, but she was numb and leaden, so she leaned against him all the same.
The three arrived at the house and Narrator helped Natalee into a bed.
"Tyler! Whose bed should she use; mine or yours?"
"Mine."
Narrator looked worried and something like affection entered his gaze as he glanced at Natalee, "Be careful, kid."
Natalee's eyes drifted shut and glued together. She was exhausted, weak and fragile. But her ears were awake, alert, listening.
"What are we gonna do with her, Tyler?"
"Nothing," She could hear the smile in his voice, "I like her."
"What type of like are we talking about here?"
"I wanna fuck her real bad."
"She seems like a good kid; she can't be older than twenty!"
"I don't give a shit. She's my type of girl."
"I thought Marla was."
"Oh, that whore? Nah, she's your type, buddy."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"She's clingy and you're pathetic."
"Goodnight, Tyler."
"Goodnight, mother fucker."
If you seen the movie, this part makes absolutely no sense. But, don't worry, I'll explain it in later chapters.
Love,
Fel!