Stone (The Forbidden Love Series Book 1)

   Stone

 
 
By Angel Rose

STONE (The Forbidden Love Series No 1)

Copyright © 2016 Angel Rose

This book contains adult content intended for mature audiences only.

18+ and older.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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, Heather Joiner

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: Avril Stepowski

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ISBN-13: 978-1519767745 (Createspace-Assigned)

ISBN-10: 1519767749

                        
Dedication

            For my family and friends,

           Thank you for your support.

                               Acknowledgements

A great big thank you to everyone who has helped me along the way, especially, My PA, Carmen Alicea.

My Street team, My Beta Readers, My Friends and family and most of all…
MY READERS.
                                                   THANK YOU.

         A special thank you to my dear friends, Suzette, Frances, Samantha, Candy, Linda, Heather C., Heather B., Audra Carmen, Avril and Kathy.   Muah!!!  Love you guys!

         A very special thank you to Heather Joiner for editing this book and making it the most enjoyable editing I’ve ever had!

Prologue        
Tiny

     We pulled up to the front of this mobile trailer home near Airport Road. It was a long ride from Massena, New York to Saranac Lake. I glanced over at the mobile home. The front door screen was off the hinges and the glass needed some cleaning; nothing a little Windex couldn’t fix.

     I sat in the back seat thinking why the fuck I was in this car, and being taken against my will to live in someone else’s house. It was bad enough I didn’t like living in my own house, but someone needed to take care of my father.
He was always high; strung out; fucked up.
That’s the life he chose, and I wasn’t doing any better.

         I never knew my mother. She left when I was born, or so my father told me. Right after my thirteenth birthday, my father was diagnosed with the beginning stages of Lung Cancer. He figured he’d get high all the time and pretend he didn’t have the disease, especially since he was in the prime of his life. He was young, in his thirties. His disability check was just enough to pay for the mobile home, light and gas, but not really enough for food. I was
always hungry.

     I happened to like school. It was supposed to be a safe haven for me. It kept me out of my house, but the teachers didn’t
like
me. They automatically heard the rumors about my father. Living in a small town, everyone knew each other. We lived in a trailer park near Canton. They only knew me as Tiny Shelton, the son of a drug addict…a loser, who bought drug dealers into the neighborhood. My real name was Joseph, but I went by the name Tiny. I was rebellious, angry at the world all of the time. Not caring about anyone because no one cared about me. I would lash out at anyone who looked at me the wrong way, maybe I would stab them if they caught me on an off day. I had a Juvie rap sheet longer than my arm…and I was
PROUD
. I didn’t give a fuck who liked me and who didn’t. I didn’t know my mother and my father was too busy fucking everything on two legs maybe even four, that he didn’t even realize…
I was alive
. I had to protect myself from the drug dealers who came knocking on my father’s door at two in the morning wanting their money, or wanting to kick my father’s ass just for the hell of it. I got into so many fights protecting my father and he never appreciated shit. If I wasn’t at the precinct or Juvie, I was at the hospital after the drug dealers would bash my head in or break my arm to teach
him
a lesson.

                       
***

     My father sat with his head leaning against the headrest in the car.  He smoked everything and anything he could get his hands on. He was choking half the time on the ride up here
.
He was smoking something but it wasn’t a cigarette, that stuff usually choked me. It was something else. I always kept the window down in the car. I never knew
what
he was going to be inhaling.
Now if he lit up a joint, it would’ve been a very different story.

     I always sat in the back to avoid watching him do drugs, plus it was safer. If we’d crash…
he’d
be the first to go. This car barely made it anywhere anyway. It was always jumping or turning off. My father often cursed a lot at it and…
at me
.

     He looked through the rearview mirror. His green eyes filled with hate, with disappoint. I glanced away. Then, he turned his head completely around towards me. He had that crazed look in his eyes…
you know, the one that you have when you’re high and you don’t know what the fuck you’re doing? That’s the one
. I glanced away again avoiding eye contact at all costs.

“Okay, Tiny. This is where your mom lives. So, go knock on the door and she’s gonna have your favorite pie waiting for you. You know…What is it again?” He asked as he closed his eyes as if trying to remember.

“Blueberry dad, and
really
? You think you could bribe me with some fuckin’ pie! Are you out of your mind!” I shouted. I hated the name Tiny, but I especially hated it when it slipped from his tongue. Just because I was born a couple of months prematurely,
so my father said
, I got stuck with a fucked up name like that. He called me Tiny so much, I didn’t even answer to my real name anymore.
I hate him
. I hated him more today than I ever did in my life.

“Look, I told you to watch your mouth you little shit! Ruby and I have to move on now. She’s having a baby and we just can’t afford to keep your ass around right now. I’ll come and get you after the baby’s born. Besides, you’re not doing the right fucking thing in school…you’re always in and out of juvie…I’m telling you they’re going to call child services on me! How many cases are we going to have, Tiny? Do you want to end up in a home? Do you want that? Or do you even give a shit?” He slammed his hands against the steering wheel.

“I want to stay in my goddamn house! Who’s this woman you’re making me live with dad?” I asked clutching my hands together. I wanted to punch him so hard, but I remembered what happened the last time I put my hands on him…
I got the cuffs.

“She’s your mother goddamit! Now get your ass out of this car and get in that house before I drag you in there myself!” He said yelling at the top of his lungs, his eyes bulging out of his head. I could feel the anger burning up inside of me. He stopped yelling and stared at me through the rearview mirror. Then he caught himself, inhaled deeply, and started to cough. “Go…knock. Take your…bag. I’ll wait…here.” I was hoping he would cough to death.
Fucking Bastard
.

     I grabbed my bags, which were two plastic shopping bags from Shoprite. All I had was two pairs of boxers, two pairs of socks, two t-shirts, three regular shirts, three pairs of jeans and two pairs of Chucks. That summed up my entire wardrobe. I jumped out of the car with my tore up Chuck’s, the rubber soles wasted from running from the cops all of the time, and army shorts that were way too long for my frame. My dirty blonde hair was cut short at the sides and long on the top, leaving what looked like bangs to hang over my eyes. That’s the way I liked it, so I didn’t have to look at him half of the time.

     My father lowered the passenger side window, stared at me for a moment, slowly lifted his arm and waved to me, then he stepped on the gas and took off. From the cloud of dust in the air, he couldn’t run away fast enough from me. My heart sank to the floor and I felt the lump in my throat, but that only lasted for a
second.
Relief washed over my face,
I didn’t give a shit.
He never cared what happened to me anyway.

     I walked over to the trailer strolling as if I owned the trailer park, lighting up a joint while it hung from my lips, then placed it between my thumb and pointer finger taking in a long, deep drag. I was checking out the place, when I noticed a girl just sitting on the wooden steps of the place I was going to soon call home. She was filling some pots with soil. She had long blonde hair that curled at the ends. I didn’t see her face. She must have felt my presence because she turned around. She sat on the steps observing me from head to toe.

“Where do you think you’re going?” she said sarcastically as she stood up.

“My mother lives here.” I said. I stood up straight trying to stand my ground, taking another drag of my joint, then blowing out the smoke towards her face.

“Really? What’s her name?” She demanded as she eyeballed me up and down, crinkling her nose as If I were a fly on shit.

“To be honest, I don’t know.” I shrugged my shoulders.
I was honest
. He didn’t even tell me her name before he took off like a fucking coward. Her facial expression softened and she glanced my way as if she felt sorry for me. “How old are you?” I asked as my eyes grazed her body. I was checking her out. She was pretty…no, she was beautiful.

“Eleven” She lifted her head towards me. Our eyes met. Her dark gray eyes glistened in the light of the sun. I’ve never seen those color eyes before. We stood staring at each other. She sure was a curvaceous twelve-year-old. She looked more like she was fifteen. She filled out that white sundress in places I really didn’t want to stare at but, I couldn’t help it.

“How come you don’t know?” She squinted, raising her hand over her eyes to block the sunlight.

“Know what?” I shook my head as I took another hit from my joint, breaking my stare from hers.

“Your mother’s name.” She looked all confused and shit.

“He didn’t tell me.”

“Who?”

“My father.”

“Do you have a name?” She tilted her head and pursed her lips to the side. “How old are
you
?” she raised an eyebrow at me, then turned around and started to place some seeds in the pot. I watched her as her white sundress blew up a little from the wind showing her legs. My eyes followed her dress. I took another drag of my joint and answered her.

“Look, my father dropped me off here and said my mother’s inside waiting for me. I’ll be fourteen soon…and
you
don’t need to know my name.” I looked passed her head to see if I can get a glimpse inside.

“Well,
he
lied. Your
mother
doesn’t live here.” She said laughing and shaking her head.  She leaned over and placed the pots towards the sun. She used a water bottle to water the dry dirt that seemed old and pretty much useless. “Daddy threw your ass out?” She smirked and stood up.

“Something like that.”

“Nice tats. You must have money.” She noticed my tattoos. Everyone knows colored tats are expensive. She doesn’t know I ended in Juvie for stealing to get money for these tattoos.

“Right. Okay.” I said as I lowered my head to look at my busted up Chucks. “Look… I don’t play with little girls. I’ve got better things to do. Grown up things. Things you can’t understand yet. So, do me a favor and get outta my way. Okay?” I motioned with my hand for her to leave me alone, then I took the longest drag I could on my joint and blew the smoke directly towards her face. She got up and waved her hand across her nose up and down as if the smell bothered her. She squinted her eyes at me and then got out of my way and started to walk.