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  FOREVER GIRL

  M.M. Crow

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  Forever Girl. © M.M. Crow 2016

  All rights reserved

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, and incidents are a product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual events, or persons, living or dead, are entirely coincidental.

  Table of Contents

  Chapter 1 | Lyric–Now

  Chapter 2 | Lyric–Then

  Chapter 3 | Lyric–Now

  Chapter 4 | Lyric–Then

  Chapter 5 | Lyric–Now

  Chapter 6 | Lyric-Then

  Chapter 7 | Lyric–Now

  Chapter 8 | Delia/Nic-Now

  Chapter 9 | Dean/Titan-Now

  Chapter 10 | Dean-Then

  Chapter 11 | Titan- Now

  Chapter 12 | Titan

  Chapter 13 | Lyric

  Chapter 14 | Lyric

  Chapter 15 | Lyric

  Chapter 16 | Lyric

  Chapter 17 | Titan

  Chapter 18 | Lyric

  Chapter 19 | Lyric

  Chapter 20 | Lyric

  Chapter 21 | Lyric

  Chapter 22 | Titan

  Chapter 23 | Lyric

  Chapter 24 | Titan

  Chapter 25 | Titan

  Chapter 26 | Titan

  Chapter 27 | Lyric

  Chapter 28 | Titan

  Chapter 29 | Titan

  Chapter 30 | Lyric

  Chapter 31 | Titan

  Chapter 32 | Lyric

  Chapter 33 | Titan

  Chapter 34 | Titan

  Chapter 35 | Lyric

  Chapter 36 | Lyric

  Chapter 37 | Titan

  Chapter 38 | Lyric

  Chapter 39 | Lyric

  Epilogue-Lyric

  Dedication

  Leann, Daniel, Alexander, My moms,

  My dad Wayne

  I love you with all my heart.

  Thank you for being yourselves.

  This is only the beginning...xoxoxo

  Chapter 1

  Lyric

  Now

  I’m rushing out the door from my job so I can get to the school before the latch key program ends. I’m getting in my ninety-nine Chrysler Cirrus that’s seen better days. It’s a piece of shit but it’s mine. The heater doesn’t work so well or at all. We still have to wear coats even though it’s early spring. I keep blankets in the back to keep the twins warm when they’re in here. I put the key in the ignition and say a silent prayer as I turn the ignition over. The car starts up and I give a fist pump because the old girl started. I pull out of the Office Park where I work and head north on Richmond Rd. I stop at the light and blow into my hands to try and warm them up. I wish I could afford a new car or at least new to me car. I look at the car next to me and it’s a 2015 GMC Arcadia. I look at the car longingly. I know I would never be able to afford a car like that. The light turns green and I start down the road again. I wonder what he would think of me if he could see me now. He’s probably married and has a couple of kids. I probably don’t even cross his mind. That thought makes my heart ache. I shake off my thoughts and return to the task at hand.

  I get to Breckinridge Elementary with just minutes to spare. I walk to the front door and hit the buzzer so I can get the twins. As I walk down the hall I hear Jasmine crying and I take off running.

  “It’ll be okay sissy. It doesn’t matter what that jerk face says and if you want I’ll go find him and punch him in the nose for you.” Jameson says to her.

  I get down on my knees in front of her and she climbs on to me.

  “What’s wrong baby?” I ask her

  “Mitch said that me and Jamie are bastards and that we always will be because we don’t have a daddy. He said that his mom and dad said you’re a whore. That’s why you got pregnant when you was still in school. The guy left because he didn’t want you or us.” She says with a whimper.

  “I was excited that I was going to be a mommy to you both. It doesn’t matter what other people say about us. Your daddy’s on a special trip and if he were here he would tell you the same thing. How about when we get home I’ll get your pictures of your daddy and Aunt Delia Nicole out and I’ll help you two write them letters.” I say to them as I try and reign in my temper.

  They shake their little heads okay and tell me that they would like that. It breaks my heart that my babies don’t know their dad or Auntie Nic and vice versa. I don’t know where they are where to begin to look for either of them. Neither him or Nic have social media pages. I’ve looked for them through the years. I know they grew up in a small town in Michigan. I looked up their parent’s address. The letters were returned and the numbers were disconnected. I saw that their parents died in an article on-line. I knew then that’s why the letters were returned.

  I get the children situated in the car. I say another silent prayer as I turn the ignition. The car roars to life and I fist pump again. I look in the rear view mirror and see the twins have done the same as me. I laugh and shake my head. I tell them that we’re silly as I put the car in gear and head for home. When we arrive at home I open the garage with the automatic door opener and pull in. I get the kids out of the car and they race into the door of the house. We’ve lived here since I found out I was pregnant with them. The place is a little expensive but it’s in a good neighborhood and it’s quiet. I get in the house and make my way upstairs. The kids have gone down to their room. Pretty soon were going to need three bedrooms. The kids will need their own spaces. Either that or I’ll have to give up my room and sleep in the living room. That’s not something I want to do. I’ll have to keep an eye out for something bigger. I look at my home and I have a sense of pride knowing everything here I bought. I stopped asking my mom Ali to buy my personal items at the age of fifteen. I had to grow up fast at a young age. and I’ve been paying for everything I own since. It makes me proud to know I’m independent. I don’t have to rely on men to support me like Ali always has. The furniture’s from a rent here buy here place but I paid it off quickly. The twins have bunk beds that are separated and they each have their own side of the master bedroom. Jamie’s side has Star Wars all over his wall as well as the bed set and he seems to think he’s a Jedi. Jazz’s side is Disney Princesses and she also has the princesses on her walls. She has a little canopy hanging from the ceiling to cover her bed with the sheer curtains she wanted. She has the comforter set to go along with it. With them having the bigger room they have the walk in closet that holds their clothes and toys. It works out better for them and for me. My room is a bit smaller but I do have a queen size bed with a dresser and chest of drawers along with a night stand. The TV is on the dresser in front of my bed. I’m proud of the life I’ve made for them and myself. I sometime wonder what Ali would think about my life. Then I remember the evil venom she used to treat me with. I would never subject my children to the hostility I was raised in. I vowed to myself the day I found out I was pregnant that I wouldn’t be the kind of parent Ali was. I would show my children I loved them. I would put them first in every decision I made. I pride myself on knowing that I’m keeping that promise to them and myself.

  Chapter 2

  Lyric

  Then

  I’m looking out the open window at the house next door. There’s a moving truck in the driveway. There’s a guy and girl around my age out the
re. The guy has shoulder length dirty blonde hair. The girl has a pixie cut the same color and they are unloading their stuff. I wonder where they moved from? I’m making up stories of where they’ve been or where they used to live. Ali comes storming in my room yelling at me. She’s either drunk or high but probably both. She’s screaming at me because I did not buy something she wanted at the store on my way home. I look out the window one last time before closing it and find two sets of green eyes looking at me. My face gets red from embarrassment and I turn quickly. Ali is right there with her hand up and smacks me across the face. She hits me with as much strength as she could muster. I don’t move because that’ll just piss her off more. She’d start to use her fist to punish me for what she deems my wrong doing. I swear she gets enjoyment out of causing me pain or humiliation. She tells me all the time how I ruined her life. She could’ve stayed married to the man of her dreams if it hadn’t been for me. I think to myself she could’ve stayed with this man if she’d not been a fucking slut whore spreading her legs for everyone. I’ve never meet the man she married. I wonder sometimes if he’s my dad. I do know one thing, she’s the one that fucked up the relationship though.

  I’m in my bed hoping that sleep will come soon. I hate when mom has her friends over. All they do is listen to music to loud, drink, and do various amounts of drugs. I need sleep so I’m not dog ass tired at work in the morning. I try to stay as quit as possible. I don’t want her to come in my room and start an argument or fight with me. Her friend Pete is the friendliest to me out of all of her friends. I think he knows who my dad is. He’s never said anything to me about it. I haven’t asked because I’m afraid he’ll go back and tell Ali I’ve been asking questions. He came in my room once and told me I was just as pretty as my mom was at my age. That’s what makes me think he knows my dad or at least knows of him. I think he’s lying about me being as pretty as her but whatever. He’s been coming around more the past couple months. He looks at me all the time. It’s like he’s looking for something to change or be different about me. I don’t think too much about it most of the time but it’s kind of creepy.

  My stomach has started hurting bad and I just want to go to sleep. As I start to drift to sleep I wonder what it would be like to have a mom, dad, and grandparents that love me. I wake to the sensation of having to pee. I don’t want to go out of my room and have Ali cause a scene. It’s quiet out there right now but they could still be awake. I try holding it as long as possible. I leave my sanctuary and tiptoe to the bathroom before I pee my pants. I hope and pray nobody’s awake. I lock the door and dance around until my pants are unzipped and around my knees. Oh boy that feels amazing I sigh as my bladder releases. My back’s hurting a little again and I figure it’s from holding my pee in for so long. I wipe and look down and there’s blood on the toilet paper. I try to find a pad in the bathroom but there’s nothing in here that I can use. This is a fucking nightmare. I look around and see the last washcloth in the cabinet. If Ali finds out what I used it for she’ll be pissed. All well I have to use it. I’ll get pads in the morning before I clock in and put it on my credit. I’ve never had to get pads before because this is my first period. I know I’m starting late. From what I’ve read it’s because of low body weight or something like that. I wish I had a mother that I could tell stuff like this too; but I can’t so I deal.

  I’m walking out of the bathroom when I hear Ali screaming at someone. I don’t want to be in the hallway when they leave her room. If I had to guess, I would say it’s Pete she is screaming at. I’m almost to my door when I hear her door open. Pete comes walking out with Ali right behind him. He stops and she almost runs into his back. When she realizes that he’s stopped she looks around him and sees me.

  “What are you doing out of your fucking room? Why do you always have to ruin everything? I wish I’d gotten rid of you like I wanted too.” She sneers at me.

  Pete turns around and back hands her. She falls to the floor and starts crying. I’m just standing there motionless. He looks at me and then looks down at her.

  “Ali you are a fucking bitch. You are and always will be second choice. You’ll never have me the way you want. I just take what you willingly give me.” He says with distain in his voice.

  She looks up at him with tears and mascara running down her face and begs him not to leave.

  “Go clean yourself up and stop groveling.” He sneers with contempt.

  He looks at me one last time shakes his head and walks out. I don’t understand what he meant by that statement. I really just wanted to disappear back into my room. I’m holding my breath when I look back at Ali.

  “Mind your own fucking business and go to bed.” She says with hatred in her voice.

  I rush into my room quick and exhale the breath I was holding. I don’t know what just happened but I’m thankful she didn’t come after me.

  I open my window and look out at the neighbor’s house. I wonder if the people that live there have any idea of the hell I go through? If their lives are as picture perfect as they look from the outside. I’m looking at the bedroom window across from mine and the room starts to glow with a soft light. I see the guy from earlier walk into the room with only a towel on. He’s gorgeous with muscles that are glistening from being wet. The towel lays on his hips and you can make out his V muscle. It’s sprinkled with a small amount of light colored hair. I’ve never seen a guy look like him before. Hell I’ve never seen a man in real life with only a towel on before. I feel a strange tingle in my lower stomach. He’s doing something in his closet and I find myself mesmerized by him. He comes back out with sweatpants in his hand. I keep watching knowing what he’s going to do next and can’t help myself but watch. His back is to me as he takes his towel off. His ass is hard and you can tell he works-out. I would love to be able to touch him and feel his muscles. He must feel me watching because he turns around and looks out of his window and into mine. I tuck myself behind the curtain and peek to see if he’s still looking. First thing I notice is his hand grabbing his long thick cock. I start my journey up his body until I come to his face. He’s wearing a smirk that would normally piss me off. He’s acting cocky, but I was the one caught ogling him. I find myself thinking he looks sexy as fuck with that smirk on his face. I know he can’t see me. He must know I’m still watching because he throws his head back and I swear I hear him moan. I think I just moaned with him as I watch this perfect specimen jack himself off. I’ve never seen a dick before but I think his is perfect. I can feel myself getting wet and the tingle is now a throb. As my hand starts the journey to my panties I remember that I just started my period. I feel stupid because he’s so hot and he’s probably teasing me. I would never have a chance with someone as handsome and sexy as him. I’m know I’m nothing special to look at. I have dark brown hair that’s half way down my back and blue eyes. I’m 5’4 and weigh maybe hundred pounds. I get my height from Ali but that’s it. I’m thinking I look like my dad and that makes Ali hate me even more.

  “He did not want you. I had to keep you because I was too far along and could not abort you. My parents almost cut me off because of you. You should be grateful that I didn’t kill you after you were born. I thought about it quite often.” Ali reiterates to me.

  Ali’s what you would call pretty at thirty-four years old. I know that she was beautiful when she was younger. I’ve seen the pictures she keeps in her drawer. She started to go downhill when she started doing drugs and drinking like a fish. She has blonde hair and sky blue eyes. She’s petite and acts like she’s still a beauty queen she once was. She’s always telling me how much prettier she is than me. I might have ruined her life but at least I did not ruin her body. She always reminds me.

  I move away from the window and lay down. My brain tells me I’m stupid for thinking the guy next door could or would have any interest in me. To distract myself I start thinking about the day I can leave here. I daydream about making my life anything I want it to be. I drift off to sleep t
hinking maybe just maybe there’s someone out there that will think I’m beautiful. Who would be happy to have me just the way I am. I wake up the next morning to noise in the kitchen. I wonder what’s going on down there this early. Ali is never awake before 1pm. I get up and throw on a pair of jeans. They have rips up and down the legs. Kids pay big money for pants like these. Mine are like this because they’re so worn they just tore. I throw on my Skid Row t-shirt, my converse, and grab my hoodie. I walk into the bathroom to throw my hair up into a messy bun and brush my teeth. I sing the alphabet song twice in my head. When I’m done I take a good look at myself in the mirror.

  “I can do this. Not too much longer. I will be out of this place. I will live my life any way I choose.” I say to myself.

  I walk out of the bathroom and go down the hall to the kitchen. Sitting right in my kitchen is the guy and girl from next door. Ali’s leaning into him with hardly anything on giving him a good look at her tits. I stand back for a moment to look at both of them. He’s in a grey t-shirt, cargo shorts, and a pair of gray converse. He’s looks just as sexy with clothes on as he does naked. The girl has on a summer dress. It’s a soft pink and she has some cute sandals on. I would ever wear anything like that; but it looks pretty on her. When I make my presence known Ali looks at me and gives me a knowing smirk. She must have heard me come down the hall.

  “My sister and I came over to introduce ourselves. My name’s Dean and this is Delia.” He says as he stands up from the table.