Thread: Don't stand so close to me. (Tori and Christian)

And go to you're fucking room!!! he screamed, getting up from the couch and splashing a bit of his beer across the room. He was just like the rest of her mom's boyfriends. A drunk. The kind of guy who worked in a busy office and made the sort of money that was needed to pay for her mother's lifestyle. Jessie ran to her room and slammed the door shut. Locking it tight and pushing her dresser in front of it. Thus far, he hand't laid a hand on her. To beat or to rape. But knowing her mom's taste in men, there was no telling what was going to happen. I hate this place. the young girl cried as she lay on her bed. Looking out the window by her bed, Jessie tried to see the stars, but all the street lamps and houselights was making it impossible. She yearned to escape this hell that had been created the day her dad had walked out on her mom. She hardly even knew him. He'd been gone for ten years, never came to visit let alone call, and now had a whole new family in Denver. So for most of her youth, Jessie had lived without a real father figure. Having instead to make due with the wayward hands that each new man brought to her home. I swear, I'm never going to let this happen to me. Jessie promised herself. I'm going to find a man who will love and adore me. Not one of these douche bags my mother likes. With her heart beating fast in her chest and tears in her eyes, Jessie grabbed her iPhone and put on her headphones. Falling asleep while she listened to the newest Adele album. When the morning came, Jessie resolved that it would be the beginning of her new life. Getting out of her small twin bed, the short brunette stretched. She felt funny since she'd slept in her skinny jeans. With a soft sigh, she carefully pushed her dresser out of the way and snuck through the house. Her mom's boyfriend Derrick had left earlier. No doubt off to work. Breathing deep breaths of relief, Jessie Catherine Albertson walked softly back up the stairs and to the hall bathroom. Taking a long shower to relax her muscles, the young sixteen year old exited and quickly got dressed. A pair of black skinny jeans and a pale blue top. Fixing her long brunette hair so that it hung freely straight down to the middle of her back, the young girl grabbed her purse and back pack and then walked out of her house and down the street to where the bus was waiting. Her mother had never given her any money for a car, and Jessie herself had yet to save up enough to cover the cost of the vehicle and the insurance. So she climbed aboard the yellow tube of despair and down to a free seat. Clutching her purse tight, she closed her eyes as the bus rolled off to her school. Lincoln High in Des Moines was home to a bit over two thousand students. As such, it was the perfect place for Jessie to be. While she had a few friends there, she liked the feeling of anonymity that such a large student body offered. The likelihood of someone knowing her mother or the endless carousel of boyfriends was slim. Also, the sheer size of the school allowed for some more programs. Jessie was connected somewhat and played on the school's volleyball team. A joy she enjoyed as her mother so rarely came to games. Not to mention the pride of winning. When the bus rolled up, Jessie hoped up and walked inside, quickly grabbing her books and heading to her class. Today she had a new teacher for third period, and she was privately dreading the inevitable introduce yourself moment new teachers so often used as a way to learn names.