Stone (The Forbidden Love Series Book 1) (2 page)

“If you’re such a grown up, whatcha doing here looking for your mommy?” She snickered. I was about to lose my temper until this kid came out of nowhere and approached her. He was way taller than she was, and just a little bit taller than me. He had greasy black hair that reached his shoulders. His eyes were crystal clear blue, almost zombie-like. He was wearing an American flag t-shirt and a pair of ripped jeans which I’m sure didn’t come that way from the manufacturer, they really were ripped.

“Who’s inside today?” he grunted. Her gray eyes locked with his. Her demeanor changed completely. Her body stiffened. She seemed scared, yet she trembled with anger at the same time.

“Fuck off, Tommy!” She said. I was surprised at her dirty little mouth. It turned me on a little
. She had balls
.

“What? It’s nothing you don’t already know. Why are you getting upset? Your mother’s always
doing
someone new.” He smiled. “Who is it this time Maddie? Is it him? She’s into little boys now?” He pointed at me and laughed while staring directly into my eyes. I thought I was seeing things. This kid really didn’t want to fuck with
me
;
Especially since I didn’t know who the fuck my mother was; my father just took off like he never knew me, and this little girl and her twenty questions were really pissing me off.

She looked up at Tommy as tears started to brim at the corner of her eyes. I felt kind of bad for her. Obviously, this dick had been bullying her for a while now. I stood watching carefully, making sure he didn’t have any weapons in his hands, and then…
he did it
. He grabbed her by her hair and yanked her down to the floor. She landed on her knees.

“Come on Maddie, on your knees. You know you like it. Show me you can do it better than your mother.” He yanked her hair again. She laid sprawled against the dirt, glancing over at me, but kicking and swinging at him with all her might, as he gripped her hair even tighter, wrapping it around his fist.

    
Dammit! Now I
have
to jump in! Can’t I just go inside and meet my so-called mother in peace!
My heart started to pound against my chest. I could feel the adrenaline starting to pump. I stood there thinking about all the bullies I took out in school. The same shitheads I got suspended for over fifteen times; and the nights and weekends I spent in Juvie over my father’s drug dealers.
Dammit…is this guy really worth
the cuffs
again?

     He yanked her hair again and this time, she let out a cry.
Now, I was mad
. He made me drop my joint and walk over to him without thinking twice.

“Hey, what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” I shouted, my fists at my side ready to strike.

“Who the hell are you, you little punk?” He barked.

“I’m…” I paused for moment thinking really hard before I would say something I met regret later on. “
Her brother
.” I growled. I glanced over at her. She was still on the floor with dirt on her cheeks and tears in her eyes. Her eyes widened when I said the word
brother
.

“Her brother? She doesn’t have a brother!” he kicked dirt my way with his boots. “What? You want her to suck your dick, too?”
That was it
. That’s all it took for me to go blind and pounce on that
motherfucker
like there was no tomorrow. I jumped on him and grabbed him by his throat. He swung his arms and tried to grab my hands. I just kept choking the life out of him. My hands were so tightly gripped around his throat, I felt his Adams apple push in. I was completely lost in the thought of choking him out.
All I saw was red
. This girl was screaming so loud, I finally woke up from my trance and when I did, he sucker-punched me in the face.  I fell down with a hard bang against the gravel, he scrambled to his feet and starting walking towards me, his boots ready to stomp on me. I twisted around trying to find something on the ground to use as a weapon. I reached out for a big rock that was next to me. I quickly got to my feet and cracked him over the head with it. He went down fast. She screamed again.

“You killed him!” She said nervously. Then she looked around to see if anyone saw what I did and she whispered, “Good.” I looked over at her. She stood up and patted her sun dress down trying to smooth it out and shake the dirt off of it. I was shocked at the way she was so calm, standing over him, watching his body shake and the blood seep from the side of his head. She actually made me smile…
I almost laughed.
But, when I looked down at him, he was bleeding from the side of his head way too much, and now…
I was a little scared
. Not because he was bleeding, but because all I saw were…
cuffs
. She grabbed my hand and we ran inside the trailer.

“Hey…who the hell are you?”  A beautiful woman with blonde hair and deep gray eyes, obviously strung out on heroin, said while grabbing my arm. Her eyes were calm, as if she were on cloud nine. Looked like the best high she’s ever had.

“Tiny, I mean…Joseph Shelton.” I whispered. The girl stopped and stared at me. Her gray eyes beaming as she gazed at her hero. “I’m…
your son
.” The woman shook her head as if she didn’t get what I was saying.

“My son?” She giggled. “Who’s your father?” She leaned against the wall, her eyes barely open.

“Mickey…Mickey…Shel…” I didn’t have to say another word.

“Oh, yeah. I remember him.” She fixed her breasts that were popping out of her dress. “The worst lay I ever had.” She closed her eyes. Then opened them again, as if she was thinking about what he looked like or how bad of a lay he really was…it figures.
Boy…was this lady fucked up. She was higher than a kite.
“Go on, take your brother to your room, Madison. I have company coming over.”
Madison. Her name rang in my ears. Pretty name for a pretty girl.
Even with dirt on her face…she was beautiful. But, I had to get that thought out of my head. She was my soon- to- be sister and that shit didn’t fly with me.

     Madison grabbed my hand and I immediately felt a tingling sensation course through my hand straight to my heart, then straight to my groin. She glanced up at me slowly, her eyes spoke to me, a sweet soft smile formed at the corner of her mouth letting me know, she felt the same way. Our fingers intertwined, and we held hands staring into each other’s eyes.
It was fucking weird.
I guess they were right when they say you get struck by lightning, or by cupid’s arrow right in your heart when you feel something for a girl, because I felt it…
and I never felt it before
…and so did she.
Her gray eyes must’ve blinked a thousand times and all I kept doing was swallowing hard like an idiot, until finally…she glanced away, unlocked her fingers from mine and dragged me to her bedroom.

     We stood at the opening of the door and watched her mother’s company as they strode in. Three men with three cases of beer and…a shit load of drugs. The first guy was older, with a beard and a body filled with tattoos. The tats started at his neck and trailed down to his ankle. The three colored tattoos I had on my arm were nothing compared to the black skull and red rose sleeve he had on his entire arm. The guy didn’t smile when he looked my way, but I didn’t give a shit.

“Hey Ana, who’s the little dude?” He motioned with his head toward me and Ana shrugged her shoulders.

“My son.” She whispered. “Skull, you have a problem with that?” she said as she tugged on his beard.

“Tell him to never look me in the eyes, it’s disrespectful.” He turned towards me as he caressed her breasts. “Show some respect kid. Look away.” He shouted at me, but I didn’t, I stared at him right in the eyes.

“Leave that kid alone and give me what I need Skull.” She whispered. He glanced away from me and kissed the top of her forehead. She grabbed his hands and placed it on her ass. Madison lowered her head. She was ashamed of her mother.
I was shocked at what I saw. I wasn’t expecting this. I was expecting blueberry pie and a glass of milk. A motherly hug and smiles while she cooked dinner in the kitchen for me. But, what I saw was worse than what I was living with in my own house. My so-called mother was a prostitute. A whore.
Poor Madison probably had endured much more than I had.
Where was her father? Who was protecting her?

     The second guy that followed looked kind of nerdy. He wore suspenders and hi-top sneakers. His hair was dark and grimy and his lips were dry and cracked. He definitely smoked crystal meth…without a doubt. He kept scratching his arm…reopening the scabs that healed on his arm.
I knew the track marks…my father had many.
The third guy was the one who looked the most presentable. He had blonde hair and blue eyes and wore a motorcycle jacket. I couldn’t see the back of his jacket. I’m sure he belonged to some Motorcycle Club near our town. He was tall, good looking and smiled like he didn’t have a fucking care in the world.

     The guys were laughing and grabbing at Madison’s mother’s ass, the nerdy one grabbed her tits and she smacked him across the face. She was drinking already and seemed to be drunk. He grabbed her by the arm hard and pushed her into the room.

“The rough stuff later on sweetie…here…suck on this.” I heard him say.

     I looked down at Madison. She didn’t move. The motorcycle club guy came out of the room, walked over to the fridge and grabbed a beer. He strolled slowly, almost purposefully, taking his time back to the bedroom, then glanced over at us, stopped in the hallway and smiled at Madison before going in. Madison grabbed my hand and gave me a gentle squeeze. I felt the shock of my life again, but this time it felt…
bad
…really bad. I glanced down at her again and her entire body was trembling. She held her stomach with her free hand as the tears that welled in her eyes finally tipped over down her dirty cheeks.
I felt her fear
.
I felt her pain
.

     Let’s just say, soon that would be the last time that
MOTHERFUCKER
ever smiled at Madison,
my sister
…
again
.

Chapter 1     Madison

     The clanking sound of the prison door slamming behind me made me jump sending a cold shiver down my spine. I could never get used to that sound.

“Sign here Miss.” The prison guard handed me a black pen as I glanced around the room, noticing the pale, dirty yellow walls that surrounded us.

“Your name?” He said rudely as if he didn’t see me visit here every weekend for the last five years with my grandmother.

“Maddie…I mean…Madison. Madison Stone.” I whispered. I handed him my License.

“Madison Stone. Eighteen, huh? No more grandmother?” He eyed me from head to toe, scraping his teeth against his bottom lip. It didn’t help that I was wearing a tight, red, wife beater t-shirt and the tightest jeans that accentuated my ass. But, that’s all I had to wear…
that was clean
. I met his eyes for a moment then, I looked down at the floor to avoid his insatiable stare. “Move along, miss. Keep your I.D out…and try to keep those kids quiet.” He motioned with his head toward the visiting area and I proceeded to walk trying to keep the kids as quiet as possible.

     The doors opened automatically, squeaking slowly as the trail to the bench that he sat seemed like a mile long. A long and winding road to nowhere, that’s how it felt. I struggled with the kids, trying to keep them together, trying to keep them quiet. I glanced towards the bench and there he was, sitting with his hands clutched together like they always were every time I came to visit him. He was clean shaven and had gotten a new haircut really closely cut to his head. His deep blue eyes were filled with love when he saw us. The look I longed for, ached for, every time I stepped into these godforsaken walls. I’ve done this walk every weekend for five years now and each time it felt as if it were the first time I laid my eyes on him. I was here as an adult. On my own. Without my grandmother.

     It’s been a month though, since I saw him last. Now that my grandmother refuses to take me, I had to come up with bus fare. Bryan got sick and I spent my bus money on the doctor visit and asthma medication they gave him leaving me broke.

     Our eyes met as I approached the table and the butterflies in my stomach swirled around making my heart pound against my chest. I swallowed hard, my throat dry and scratchy from the long ride here. I slid my tongue slightly over my lips to quench them without him noticing. As I approached him, his facial features changed from love to anger. His forehead creased and his eyebrows furrowed. I knew he would be mad that I was dressed like this. He wouldn’t understand that I’d rather spend the little money I had left to see him…
not wash clothes
. I’ll have to wash them by hand in the sink when I get home.