Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 68066 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68066 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
I shook my head, angrily scoffing out, “Fuck this.” In two strides, I was walking out of the room, but Dad grabbed my arm stopping me.
“I know you’re angry,” he voiced, staring into my eyes. “I understand, alright? But you don’t want to do this. Trust me, Jackson, if you walk out of here and you don’t say goodbye to your mom, it’s going to haunt you forever. And I don’t want that for you. Please, Son, say goodbye to your mother.”
“Don’t you get it? She’s not here to say goodbye to. There’s nothing left of the woman who loved me, raised me, told me she’d always be here for me. She’s already gone!” I roared, tearing my arm out of his grasp, nodding over to her bed.
My glare.
My rage.
Stayed consumed on her, wanting to look at her one last time.
“That’s not my mom. I don’t know who that is.”
I gasped, shooting straight up in my bed. My hand holding my heart on my chest, loudly panting. Desperately trying to find my breath.
I couldn’t even tell myself it was only a dream...
It wasn’t.
It was my reality.
“Jackson,” Harley announced, knocking on my door. “You alright?”
Sometimes she’d come with Skyler in the morning, and I hated when she did.
“Get lost!”
“I’m comin’ in.”
“I said, get lost!”
She didn’t listen. She never fuckin’ listened.
“Hey.” She closed the door, immediately blushing and peering down at the floor. Realizing I was shirtless, wearing only boxer briefs, and still in bed. I’d kicked the sheets off during sleep.
“What, Gremlin? Did you come in here to check out my morning wood?”
“Ewww... gross. No.”
“Then what do you want?”
“Ummm...” She played with the seam of her stupid sequined shorts that didn’t match her shirt.
“Get dressed in the dark again?”
“Actually, this outfit is from this super stylish store online. You wouldn’t know cuz you dress like everyone else.”
“You mean like a normal person?”
She rolled her eyes. “I didn’t come here to talk about my amazin’ fashion sense.”
“Harley, if you’re going to barge into my room uninvited, you need to look at me.”
“Fine. Cover your willy first.”
“Let me find a big enough blanket.”
“Ugh.”
“Actually” I smiled innocently, grabbing a piece of gum from my nightstand, “hand me the sheet from the floor.”
She reached down to grab the cotton fabric, handing it over to me with her eyes still focused down at her feet. As soon as my fingers touched hers, I gripped onto her hand and dragged her toward me.
“Jackson! Don’t you dare!”
I laughed, “Like that’s gonna stop me.” In two seconds flat, I sat her on my lap. With her back facing my front, I bearhugged her from behind and held her in place.
“Jackson! I can feel your willy!”
“Maybe next time you’ll think twice before barging into my room.”
“You’re disgustin’!”
“What’s wrong, Gremlin? Never felt anything so big before? If you get tired of my tongue in your mouth, we could use this.” I thrusted my hip into her ass.
She gasped loudly.
“Why did you come in here?”
“I can’t talk to you when I can feel your balls on my butt, Jackson.”
“You hit them all the time with your feet and knees. How’s this any different? Tell me what you want, or I’ll thrust into your ass again.”
“UGH!”
“Shhh... or Skyler will come in here.”
“Yeah, girls ain’t allowed in your room.”
“You’re a Gremlin not a girl. Now talk. What do you want?”
She sighed, giving in. “Did ya really record a video of me dancin’?”
“You bet your ass I did.”
“Are you gonna send it to my dad?”
“Are you going to be a good little girl?”
“Jackson... you know my daddy would lock me up in my room for the rest of my life if you send him that video.”
“More reason to hand it over to him then.”
“I’ll do whatever ya want for that video.”
I jerked back. “What?”
“You heard me.”
“Now that’s a loaded statement if I ever heard one, Harley Jameson.”
“Well, Jackson Pierce, you ain’t givin’ me much of a choice, are you?”
I turned her around, making her face me. She was now straddling my lap.
“Holy crap! How did you do that so fast?”
“Shhh... you’re going to get us in trouble.”
“If Skyler comes in here, she’s gonna get the wrong idea, and we’ll both be grounded for life.”
“Then, shut up.”
She glared at me.
“So, anything, huh?”
“Yes, but first you have to show me the video, and I havta see you delete it.”
“Don’t trust me?”
“Never.”
“Which video? I got lots.”
“What?”
“You heard me.”
“You have videos of me?”
“Maybe.”
“Why?”
“Why not?”
“Not this shit again. Answer my question. Why do ya got videos of me?”
I didn’t really know how to answer her, so I simply shrugged.
“That ain’t fair.”
“Life’s not fair.”
“Do you like me?”
“I like art.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“You’ll figure it out.”
“Figure what out?”
“On second thought,” I ignored more of her questions, “I don’t want to rush into a decision right now. I want to take my time, weigh my options. You know, make sure I’m going to get something really good out of you.”