The Bad and The Broken

Chapter 7

A 'Brother Sister Date' is kinda like a 'Daddy Daughter Date' or a 'Mom Son Date'. But, because my 'daddy' is not so great, and our mom is an angel in Heaven, we created a thing called a 'Brother Sister Date'. And every chance we get to have one, we take it. Those chances are only when Jim is on a business trip, or something, though.

"Okay. I'm gonna take a shower first." I told him.

He walked out of my room, and into his own to get ready.

I grabbed a Black Veil Brides t-shirt and a pair of jeans. I grabbed a clean pair of undies, a bra, and my only beanie, which I got myself last year. It's gray. I look slightly somewhat good in it. I'm too ugly to look generally good in it, or even generally somewhat good in it. Just slightly somewhat good. If that makes since.

I got in the shower and washed my body and hair. I watched as the blood, mixed with water and soap, ran down the drain.

When i was done, I got out and looked in the mirror.

I have a gash on my forehead from Friday. And new one from yesterday. Purple, blue, and black bruises are everywhere. Nothing I haven't had before.

I have a black eye and a busted lip.

I got dressed, and put on concealer to cover my visible bruises.

I keep my hair down, to cover the bruise, in the shape of a hand, on the back of neck, from when father had a tight grip on it, while he was punching me yesterday.

Before I left the bathroom, I brushed my long, plain, boring, hair, and my white teeth.

I put on my socks and converse, then my beanie, and met up with Jesse in the lounge room.

He's wearing a black t-shirt, jeans and converse.

I love that we have to same fashion sense.

I went into Jim's bedroom, and gagged. It's disgusting. There is trash everywhere, empty alcohol bottles and cans, boxes from food, some food in the floor that's molding, there's dirty, musty clothes, and it reeks! It's filthy! No, it's revolting! No, it's filvolting! Yeah, that's it! Filthy and revolting put together! Filvolting! It's word play! Don't you just love A.D.D!?

(A/N: i am not making fun of people with A.D.D! I have A.D.D myself! If I offended you, I am deeply and sincerely sorry! But, like I said, I'm not making fun of you! I have A.D.D, so I wouldn't make fun of you anyways!!!!!!)

I grabbed ten dollars off of his beside table, and twenty dollars that was scattered around his disgusting floor.

The dumb ass leaves random money lying around all over his room.

You might be wondering why we are gonna go out, and steal Jim's money, when he could come home while we are gone. My answer is: when he leaves, and does not come home for the night, that means he won't be home for at least two to three days. It doesn't happen much, though. It only happens about once every three months. Yes, I keep track.

Me and Jesse walk out of the house, and start our walk to the mall.

I saw it when we first moved into this town, so I know where it is.

About 20 minutes later, we were in the mall, and on our way to the movie section.

"What movie, Buba?" I asked

"Uh... Mocking Jay part one?" He suggested

"Okay" I agreed.

We've already seen the ones before this one. We watched them on youtube at the library.

Don't judge! I wanted to see them, and that was the only way I could at the time!

I paid for the tickets, and was left with 15 dollars.

I bought us both a drink, me a Dr.Pepper and Jesse a A&W Root-beer, which, then, left me with 8 dollars, and we both went into the dark theater room where the movie was being screened.

As soon as we took our seats, in the middle of the far left collom, the movie started.

(A/N: don't worry, I'm not giving anything way about the movie!! I haven't even seen it yet XD)

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"Whoa" Jesse said when we walked out if the theater room.

"That was the best movie I've ever seen!" He exclaimed, with a HUGE smile on his face.

I chuckled at him.

"Indeed it was" I agreed.

He was telling me about his favorite part of the movie, when somebody pushed him, making him bump into someone else.

"Crap! I'm sorry dude!" He said, quickly.

I looked at the person he bumped into, and my eyes widened.

There stood my project partner, glaring daggers at Jesse.

Then, I realized he dropped his nachos and cheese when Jesse bumped into him.

I saw Jesse's eyes widen, and he stepped back a little. I could tell he was scared.

That's when my protective instincts kicked in, and I stepped forward, so that I stood in front of Jesse.

Ryder, finally, took his glare off of Jesse, and put it on me.

"Watch were you're going" he spat lowly.

I rolled my eyes, glaring back at him. I normally would've just nodded and walked off, but Ryder scared Jesse!Therefore, I will not back down.

"Come on, Sis" Jesse said, tugging me away.

"Yeah. Go run away to your mommy" Ryder said, as of he was talking to a 10 year old.

My whole body visibly stiffened.

That pissed me off.

He doesn't know our mom is dead, in fact, no one does. But it still pissed me off.

I'm sure I had flames in my eyes and smoke coming out of my ears.

Jesse clearly saw how pissed off I was, because he started to try to pull me away. Try to.

It wasn't until Ryder was on the ground, and I was towering over him did I realize I just pushed him to ground.

Awe shit!

Jesse, Ryder, and Ryder's friends that are with him, one I recognized as Jenny, looked at me with wide eyes and their mouths open. Letting me know that either that has never happened, or they didn't expect that form the 'weak mute freak'.

Tears formed in my eyes, but I blinked them away.

I don't cry. Not anymore.

I turned around, grabbed Jesse's arm, and stormed out of the mall, limping a with Jesse in tow, feeling eyes on my back.

What the hell did I just do!