Sneak Peek - Jenny’s Journal
Dear Journal,
I guess I should tell you a little about myself because that's what you're supposed to do right? Well Jenny Brown. I live in Waterbury, CT with my mom and her Dickhead of a boyfriend Anthony. We live in a small 2-floor complex. My father died in combat. Nothing more to say about that. I don't like to talk about his death. I'm a junior in _____. AND It's my birthday! Well I'm not sure what time I was born, but I do know that it's 12:03am which means I am officially 15! I'm not doing anything special today because mom is overseas in Paris. (lucky) She's a flight attendant for Delta and she travels a lot. Bennie my best friend got you for me as a early birthday gift, but she's also away at Band camp (bleh). It's just you and me J*... Oh and Dickhead. I hate him and he knows it. He's a creep and I see the way he looks at me. It makes me cringe. His stare is like 50 silverfish crawling up my body. and not the baby ones. The huge fuckers with the loooong antennas. Almost threw up in my mouth just thinking about it. Anyway, I better get some rest, for my "exciting" day. Laters.
July 19 - Jenny's Journal - 12:01am
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I woke up, feeling great. I went downstairs made myself my favorite breakfast; French Toast. I was a champ at making it. No literally, I won in 2011's French Toast off in  the community center. I always used a hint of brown sugar, and honey agave. Shh thats my secret. I was feeling very culinary so I made a bacon and asiago omelet to top it off. It didn't even stick to the pan! Today was going well. I took my food upstairs and crushed it. I put on my birthday outfit on; nothing too extreme, an all white cotton dress, with light pastel pink flowers I attached myself. Mom loved when I rearranged my clothes. Dad loved me more for that. He even got me my own sewing machine.That's when he was still alive. Not here, but alive. He was in the army, constantly being shipped back and forth to different countries, cities, and islands. I always wrote to him and he would always send me a souvenir from wherever he was. My favorite was a medallion from Hong Kong. It glimmered in the light and even though I didn't know what the words said, I loved it and wore it everyday, not caring if it would turn my neck green (which it didn't). I opened my vanity box taking it out carefully and put it on. I looked good if I say so myself. I thought it would be a good day, but of course I was a fool for thinking that. As soon as I finished dressing (thank god for that) Dickhead storms in draining all the fun. He grins at me with that silverfish stare and I immediately feel naked in my small white dress. I want to hurl but I don't show my fear (Dad would be proud!)
"Happy birthday kiddo" he slurs, walking behind me. I can smell the beer reeking off his clothes. I feel rough hands on the small of my back and I jump. He laughs. His hand slides down and he grips my ass so hard I yelp and push him away trying to run out the room, but he beats me to it. I plead to him with my eyes, totally terrified to speak. He ignores it shoving me onto my bed. My fluffy pink comforter suddenly feels like drying concrete and I'm plastered to it. He climbs on top of me smiling showing his crooked grin.
"My little girl.. MY little girl!" He repeats over and over getting louder with each word, and more aggressive with each sentence. I start to cry but this makes him angry and he slaps me. I taste blood.