Doughnut Sprinkles, chapter 2
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The next day
Justace's POV
Yesterday sucked. Well except when Jason came to me and talked to me for hours since no one else would. Jackasses. He's the only one that makes me feel good about myself, unlike Dad, Billie, or Mike.
I walked down stairs to the kitchen and saw Dad, Ramona, and Jason talking.
"Morning,'' said Jason. Then I heard Ramona and dad mumble morning. I sighed.
I sat next down to Jason, and Dad put a plate of pancakes in front of me. I started playing with my food with my fork. I wasn't hungry.
"Eat up," said Dad.
"Fine." I ate a couple bites and threw the rest away.
"I'm going to go change."
I ran upstairs to my bathroom and threw up. I knew I should have not done that, but I wanted to be skinny. I brushed my teeth and went into my closet, and put on a black tank top, ripped jeans, and green and black Etnies. I put on my usual make-up and style my now short hair.
I walked back down to the kitchen and saw Jason with his glasses on, drinking coffee, and reading a magazine. Gosh, he looks so hot, I thought. I walked to the refrigerator and grabbed a bottle of water. I walked over to the table and sat next to Jason. I opened my bottle of water and started taking sip of it.
I looked at Jason. He put his magazine down, took off his glasses, and looked at me. Jason leaned forward and kissed my lips gently. He was surprised when I kissed back. He soon pulled away.
"I've wanted to do that for a loooong time,'' he said.
"Me too," I said, slightly blushing. I was so amazed at what just happened. He pulled me into another kiss, but this time it had more passion, and soon turned into a full makeout session. Ten minutes later Jason pulled away.
"Wow," we both said unison.
"I have to go, I'll see you later." I got up and walked out of the kitchen. I ran up the stairs and went to my bedroom. I went to my radio and put on some MCR. I walked over to my bed, feeling all giddy inside for some reason. I guess I was so amazed of what just happened. Does Jason like me like that, or is he just using me?
With all those questions swirling inside my mind, I soon drifted off to sleep.
***
When I woke up it was 11:30 P.M. Whoa! I was asleep for a long time, I thought. I got up and went downstairs to get something to eat.
"Good evening, Sleeping Beauty," my dad said from the living room. I jumped at the sound of his voice.
"Dad, don't scare me like that ever, ever, ever again, ok?'' I said, breathing a little heavy from him scaring the shit out of me.
"Ok, I'm sorry, I couldn't resist. You look like shit," he said. Well thanks for pointing that out.
"Thanks Dad, you are so sweet," I said sarcastically. "I'm going to take a shower after I get something to eat, ok? Go to bed. You need some sleep. You've been up for the past couple of days," I said.
"Ok. Good night, MOM," he said, laughing. He soon stopped when he noticed that I wasn't laughing, and that he just called me "Mom".
"Its ok, Dad. I'll see you in the morning," I said while going into the kitchen.
I went to the cabinets and pulled out a bowl and some cereal. I done know why I'm eating; all I'm going to do is throw it up afterwards, I thought.
I put the stuff back up and ventured to my bathroom and took a shower. After I was done, I put on some clean pajamas and went downstairs to the family room. I glanced at the clock. 1:10 A.M. Dang.
In a matter of minutes, my body became overwhelmed with fatigue. I went to my bedroom and tried to fall asleep. Every time I fell asleep I would have a bad dream, or I would wake up by moving. I decided to go in my dad's room and sleep with him. Not like that, you perves. He's my dad. EWW! I walked over to his room.
"Dad, Dad, wake up." I started shaking him.
"What do you want? Justace, I'm trying to sleep," he mumbled in his pillow.
You're probably wondering why Claudia wasn't there. Well she and Franky went to her moms, and Ramona went somewhere.
"I can't sleep. Can I sleep with you tonight? PLEASE?" I whined. I know it must be really weird seeing a 16 year old girl wanting to sleep with her father. I don't care though.
"Ugh, fine. Come here." He opened his arms; I jumped into his arms and cuddled into his arms. I love being in my dads strong embrace; it makes me feel safe again and a kid again. Then I started to cry. I was crying because I didn't know my mom, no one pays attention to me here, and I've been used too much. My crying must have awoken Dad, because I heard him groan.
"What's wrong?" Dad asked groggily.
"Everything. You and everyone else never pay attention to me, everyone hates me, and I don't know my mom. Sorry for waking you, Dad."
I heard a light snoring. Thanks, Dad, for listening, I sarcastically thought. I buried my face into one of his pillows and fell asleep.
***
The next day
I woke up to the sound of laughing. Loud laughing. I mean loud, obnoxious laughing. You could guess who that was. You're right, my dad. I walked downstairs and went into the kitchen. When I got in there, I sat next to Frankie. I looked like crap, but I didn't care.
"Hey Fatso, did you get so scared that you had to sleep with Daddy? Gosh, you're such a fucking wuss," Frankie said.
Gosh, I hate him. I don't know why dad had to get remarried.
"Shut up, asswipe," I said with anger in my voice.
''Language, Justace," Claudia said.
"He started it," I whined.
"Well I don't care who started it, I'm finishing it," she said. She always thinks she's my mother.
I looked at Frankito. He gave me that look that said 'Ha, ha, ha, I won again.' I hate him and Claudia. I rolled my eyes.
"Whatever Claudia," I said.
Right then, Billie Joe came bursting in the kitchen along with Jason and Mike.
''GOOD MORNING STARSHINE, THE EARTH SAYS HELLO!!" he shouted.
Justace's POV
Yesterday sucked. Well except when Jason came to me and talked to me for hours since no one else would. Jackasses. He's the only one that makes me feel good about myself, unlike Dad, Billie, or Mike.
I walked down stairs to the kitchen and saw Dad, Ramona, and Jason talking.
"Morning,'' said Jason. Then I heard Ramona and dad mumble morning. I sighed.
I sat next down to Jason, and Dad put a plate of pancakes in front of me. I started playing with my food with my fork. I wasn't hungry.
"Eat up," said Dad.
"Fine." I ate a couple bites and threw the rest away.
"I'm going to go change."
I ran upstairs to my bathroom and threw up. I knew I should have not done that, but I wanted to be skinny. I brushed my teeth and went into my closet, and put on a black tank top, ripped jeans, and green and black Etnies. I put on my usual make-up and style my now short hair.
I walked back down to the kitchen and saw Jason with his glasses on, drinking coffee, and reading a magazine. Gosh, he looks so hot, I thought. I walked to the refrigerator and grabbed a bottle of water. I walked over to the table and sat next to Jason. I opened my bottle of water and started taking sip of it.
I looked at Jason. He put his magazine down, took off his glasses, and looked at me. Jason leaned forward and kissed my lips gently. He was surprised when I kissed back. He soon pulled away.
"I've wanted to do that for a loooong time,'' he said.
"Me too," I said, slightly blushing. I was so amazed at what just happened. He pulled me into another kiss, but this time it had more passion, and soon turned into a full makeout session. Ten minutes later Jason pulled away.
"Wow," we both said unison.
"I have to go, I'll see you later." I got up and walked out of the kitchen. I ran up the stairs and went to my bedroom. I went to my radio and put on some MCR. I walked over to my bed, feeling all giddy inside for some reason. I guess I was so amazed of what just happened. Does Jason like me like that, or is he just using me?
With all those questions swirling inside my mind, I soon drifted off to sleep.
***
When I woke up it was 11:30 P.M. Whoa! I was asleep for a long time, I thought. I got up and went downstairs to get something to eat.
"Good evening, Sleeping Beauty," my dad said from the living room. I jumped at the sound of his voice.
"Dad, don't scare me like that ever, ever, ever again, ok?'' I said, breathing a little heavy from him scaring the shit out of me.
"Ok, I'm sorry, I couldn't resist. You look like shit," he said. Well thanks for pointing that out.
"Thanks Dad, you are so sweet," I said sarcastically. "I'm going to take a shower after I get something to eat, ok? Go to bed. You need some sleep. You've been up for the past couple of days," I said.
"Ok. Good night, MOM," he said, laughing. He soon stopped when he noticed that I wasn't laughing, and that he just called me "Mom".
"Its ok, Dad. I'll see you in the morning," I said while going into the kitchen.
I went to the cabinets and pulled out a bowl and some cereal. I done know why I'm eating; all I'm going to do is throw it up afterwards, I thought.
I put the stuff back up and ventured to my bathroom and took a shower. After I was done, I put on some clean pajamas and went downstairs to the family room. I glanced at the clock. 1:10 A.M. Dang.
In a matter of minutes, my body became overwhelmed with fatigue. I went to my bedroom and tried to fall asleep. Every time I fell asleep I would have a bad dream, or I would wake up by moving. I decided to go in my dad's room and sleep with him. Not like that, you perves. He's my dad. EWW! I walked over to his room.
"Dad, Dad, wake up." I started shaking him.
"What do you want? Justace, I'm trying to sleep," he mumbled in his pillow.
You're probably wondering why Claudia wasn't there. Well she and Franky went to her moms, and Ramona went somewhere.
"I can't sleep. Can I sleep with you tonight? PLEASE?" I whined. I know it must be really weird seeing a 16 year old girl wanting to sleep with her father. I don't care though.
"Ugh, fine. Come here." He opened his arms; I jumped into his arms and cuddled into his arms. I love being in my dads strong embrace; it makes me feel safe again and a kid again. Then I started to cry. I was crying because I didn't know my mom, no one pays attention to me here, and I've been used too much. My crying must have awoken Dad, because I heard him groan.
"What's wrong?" Dad asked groggily.
"Everything. You and everyone else never pay attention to me, everyone hates me, and I don't know my mom. Sorry for waking you, Dad."
I heard a light snoring. Thanks, Dad, for listening, I sarcastically thought. I buried my face into one of his pillows and fell asleep.
***
The next day
I woke up to the sound of laughing. Loud laughing. I mean loud, obnoxious laughing. You could guess who that was. You're right, my dad. I walked downstairs and went into the kitchen. When I got in there, I sat next to Frankie. I looked like crap, but I didn't care.
"Hey Fatso, did you get so scared that you had to sleep with Daddy? Gosh, you're such a fucking wuss," Frankie said.
Gosh, I hate him. I don't know why dad had to get remarried.
"Shut up, asswipe," I said with anger in my voice.
''Language, Justace," Claudia said.
"He started it," I whined.
"Well I don't care who started it, I'm finishing it," she said. She always thinks she's my mother.
I looked at Frankito. He gave me that look that said 'Ha, ha, ha, I won again.' I hate him and Claudia. I rolled my eyes.
"Whatever Claudia," I said.
Right then, Billie Joe came bursting in the kitchen along with Jason and Mike.
''GOOD MORNING STARSHINE, THE EARTH SAYS HELLO!!" he shouted.
