Never Judge a Book
Chapter 11
I don't own a thing!
Since I got lazy in actually looking up spanish, I decided to just BOLD whatever they're saying in spanish. Sooo...
BOLD= Spanish
A/N: I know you guys want me to get back to the storyline and I promise I will next chapter but I had to add my own little scene besides the therapy session.
*The picture for this story is what Jen looks like*
So after going to the therapist, I went home, smoked a cigarette, cried, smoked another cigarette, then went to bed. So tonight I'm going out with Destiny since she says I need to get my mind off of all this, which I agree to be honest. She's planning on getting me drunk but I doubt I'll drink that much.
"Two Vodkas; straight up."
"Why Vodka?" I asked, sitting next to her.
"I told you, I'm getting you drunk." She answered, taking the two glasses from the counter.
"And I told you, I'm not gonna get drunk."
"Okay, that's what you say now." We tapped our glasses together, and gulped down the vodka. The liquid sent a small burning sensation down my throat. I placed the glass on the counter, and held back my expression. "Burn?"
"No," I lied.
"Alright, Tequila please." I look at her, and she flashed a devilish smile. The shots were placed on the counter by the bartender along with salt and a lime. I took the small glass then ligthly tapped her glass. After taking that shot, I was no longer in control.
I sat on the counter, surrounded by men of different ages. Each wanting my attention the most, which is so cute. I'm so drunk, it's hard to actually pay attention to what they're talking about. I just have the urge to sing right now.
"Do you guys want to hear me sing?" I asked. They each nodded their heads, and I walked towards the stage in the bar.
Verse 1Okay, okay,
He's got my number and
You can't, you can't
Warn me baby here I am
Either you make the time
Or just forget me
I'm not, I'm not
Tryna run your life
That's why, that's why
I'm nobody's wife
But when I want, when I want it
You gotta be ready
Chorus: I don't want it all the time,
But when I get it,
I better be satisfied
So give it to me right,
Or don't give it to me at all
I don't think you understand,
How real it is for me to find
A man who thinks he can
So give it to me right,
Or don't give it to me at all
yeah yeah
Verse 2: On time, on time
I expect you to be
Oh my, oh my
Baby in my fantasy
You can't get it right,
Then just forget it
No ways ok
For you to go around
uh uh, today
You better make a touch down
You know what I like,
Won't you accept it
Chorus: I don't want it all the time,
But when I want it,
You better make me smile
So give it to me right,
Or don't give it to me at all
I don't think you understand,
If you can't please me,
I know someone who can
Give it to me right,
Or don't give it to me at all
Verse 3: This is the real life baby
This is the life that makes me say
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahh
This is the real thing baby
When I'm alone I can make me say
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahh
Chorus
Give it to me right
Give it to me right
Give it to me right,
Or don't give it to me at all
Give it to me right,
Or don't give it to me at all
The room was filled with roars and cheers from the men. I slowly bowed, and got off the stage. I noticed a 3 guys coming towars me, and the look so familiar but I can't put my finger on it.
"You ready to go?" Destiny asked.
"Are you kidding me? I'm having way too much fun right now." I admitted. I looked foward, and the guys were the Mercer brothers minus Jerry. He was always the party pooper. "HEY GUYS!" I gave each of them a tight hug.
"You okay?" Angel asked.
"Better than ever." I said.
"She's a little drunk." I hear Destiny whisper.
"No I'm not! I'm perfectly fine, and I can walk in a straight line." I started walking slowly towards the door. I tripped over something on the floor, and started laughing. "Okay, Maybe I am a little drunk."
"Let's go." Bobby demanded, grabbing my arm.
"You have to buy me dinner first, Hun." I said, trying not to laugh.
"You're drunk, Jen." Jack commented.
"Jack, you know you're like a little brother to me." I said with a smile. I wrapped my arm around him. We walked outside as a group, and I grab my keys.
"You're not driving!" Destiny said, taking my keys. I shrugged, and leaned against my car.
Angel opened the door, and there was Sophie sitting on the couch.
"Sophie What's up girl?" I greeted.
"Is she okay?"
"She's drunk." Jack said.
"You guys say it like it's a bad thing." I laughed out. I sat down on the couch, and looked at the rug.
"Let's get you to bed." Bobby said, calmly.
"Like I'd listen to you. You're the dick that helped make my childhood a living hell."
"What are you talking about?"
" 'Hop off my mom's dick' 'The bitch that can't take a hint.'. Do any of those phrases ring a bell Bobby?" He just looked at me. "You were a complete asshole to me at the worst time in my life. The time in my life where I never wanted to be home, and I damn near cried myself to sleep. You guys have no idea what was going at my house behind closed doors."
I could feel the tears emerge, and looks from the four of them.
"You wanna know what was going on? I was being raped and molested by my step father almost everyday of my life. Do you know how fucked up it is for me to be scared to go home at night? But the best part has yet to be said. I told my mom about the whole fucking thing, and guess what? The bitch didn't even believe me, and told me I wasn't going to ruin her happiness. That's some fucked up shit to tell your daughter. The even better part about the story is that everytime I'd come over here to avoid being raped, I'd get shit from Mr. Bobby Mercer himself. " Each of them look at me in shock, while I'm just dizzy from my expolsion. I could feel myself about to vomit. I covered my mouth, and ran into the downstairs bathroom.
After puking my brains out, I sat on the floor next to the toilet. I slowly tried to get up, but I kept falling. I noticed a hand in front of me, and I looked up to see who it was. There was Bobby, the last Mercer I'd thought would come to see if I was okay.
"Let's get you to bed." He said. I took his hand, and got up off the ground. He guided me past the group, and upstairs into his bedroom. He tossed me one of Jack's Tshirts that he stole from Jack's room. He placed a glass of water by the bed along with some advils. I quickly took the advil and drank the water.
"Lay with me." I called out before he could leave the room.
"Just go to bed." I shook my head.
"Lay with me and I will." He looked at me, and took off his shirt. He crawled into his bed, and looked up at the ceiling.
"Bobby?" silence." I'm not gonna lie when we were younger, I had a monster crush on you. I thought you were cute, and everything. It hurt just a little to know that you gave me shit every single time I was escaping from my home. I'm not gonna lie, my feelings still haven't really changed except for I'm not crushing on you hardcore anymore."
"Just go to bed." He said, he turned his back towards me. I slowly climbed ontop of him, and smashed my lips against his. I knew that caught him off guard a bit. He rearranged his body, and now I'm on my back. We're in full make out session with a few clothes coming off in the process.
Let's just say my teenage dream has been fufilled.