Relinquish(3)

“Well, this for sure isn’t my f*cking family. I’m leaving, and I don’t care if I have to sleep on a park bench. Anything out there is better than what’s going on in here,” I explain, my brown eyes staring at her dull green ones fiercely.

“I’m coming with!” My gaze follows the voice up the stairs, finding the new girl Jayden staring back. She just arrived last week and has been locked in her room most of the time. I took her under my wing as much as I could, but she has a mind of her own. I would take food to her room, but she wouldn’t eat it. I tried to talk to her, but she only responded some of the time. I get it, though; it’s hard being pushed into a new home. The first couple weeks, you don’t want anything to do with anyone. I respected that, but I also let her know I was here for her. Jayden smirks, looking down at us and scratching her head, which is covered in kinky curls. Jayden is one of the prettiest girls I’ve seen come through here. Her race is mixed, giving her a glowing tan, and her thick frame gives her a body full of sexy curves. I bet she receives a ton of male attention.

“NO!” Aneta yells, pointing at Jayden with a sturdy finger. “Charlie is one thing, but you, Jayden? You’re only seventeen and underage.” Aneta’s acne-scarred forehead wrinkles with annoyance as she waits for Jayden’s reply.

“Watch me,” Jayden clips. She pulls her brown suitcase behind her, the wheels thumping against each step as she makes her way down the first couple. My eyes fall on her suitcase, the only possession an orphan is guaranteed to have.

Jayden’s blue shirt, which looks like it used to have writing across the front of it, rides up from her white torn shorts, causing a sliver of skin to show as she wrestles the luggage down the steps.

“That’s it, I’m calling DFS!” Aneta yells. She sets the baby on the floor and throws her hands in the air as if she’s had enough. I knew she would call DFS, and the cops will be next. I expected it. I should be out before they get here, though.

“Where’re we going?” Jayden asks, out of breath, her curls spiraled out every which way.

“We aren’t going anywhere,” I reply sternly, my eyebrows raised to indicate just how serious I am.

Jayden frowns and looks over my shoulder. I follow her gaze and find Aneta on the phone, yelling hysterically.

“Look, the way I see it, we could join forces, use each other’s street smarts and money to get the f*ck away from this hellhole,” Jayden explains. I could use the money; I only have two thousand from baby-sitting and I know it won’t get me far. But Jayden is underage and that alone is a big risk. She’ll make us a target for law enforcement everywhere.

“I have money, so I don’t need you. Besides, you’re underage. I’ll have the cops all over me,” I defend.

“I have money, too, and haven’t you heard traveling in pairs is better than alone? What if you run across a creeper or something?” She shrugs, her gray eyes pleading for me to bring her along.

“What? You think you’re going to save me?” I laugh, looking away from her puppy dog eyes.

“I’ve been known to kick some ass,” she replies seriously. “My record alone can prove that.” I stop laughing instantly. If foster care has taught me anything, it’s you have to learn to fight if you want to live. There have been many occasions when fighting has kept me in one piece, but it also added to my criminal record. I’ve come across many bad seeds being tossed from home to home over the years. Not to mention no matter how small you mess up in care, a foster parent can make a mountain out of a mole hill, because again, the more trouble a kid, the more money they’re worth. I have a bunch of infractions against me because of a lying foster parent who needed a bigger paycheck.

“Jayden, I know it sucks in here, but out there could be worse.” I try to reason with her, placing my hand on her shoulder. Her brows furrow, and she pushes my hand off.

“Nothin’ out there can be as bad as this place,” she growls, her nose scrunched in anger. I lick my lips and nod. Aneta’s place is definitely one of the worst houses, that’s for sure.

“The police are on the way, ladies, along with your DFS workers,” Aneta interrupts, smiling like the bitch she is. If we’re caught running away, Jayden will be bumped to a run case in the system, which means more money for Aneta, and a harder life for Jayden.

“Fine!” I yell, giving into Jayden’s pleading. I don’t have time to argue with her, and by the looks of her packed suitcase, she ain’t taking no for an answer. I grab my own suitcase and all but run out of the house. There’s no way I’m going to let this be a big pay-out for the half-dressed bitch now standing in the doorway, laughing at me and Jayden’s frenzied state. The air outside is hot, almost to the point of suffocating, from the sun bearing down on my skin with vengeance.

I fish the keys out of my pocket and unlock the door to my purple Geo, careful to watch where I step from all the toys and trash littering the driveway. Jayden cusses at the rusty lawn chair that snags her suitcase as she passes. This place is a dump.

“I hope wherever we’re going, it’s not far.” Jayden laughs, tossing her crap into the backseat of the car. The seats are ripped up with stuffing spilling out, and the headliner is pinned up with tacks to keep it from falling on your head. She’s rough, but she was dirt-cheap.