Bad Girl Broken - Jena Yao (e books for reading .txt) 📗

I grabbed some milk chocolate and a few candy packets before heading to the checking aisle. The man didn't hesitate to look me up and down before dropping my items into a bag and handing the bag to me. 

I used twenty dollars out of the one-hundred I had saved from my mom's money jar. I sighed as the money disappeared from my hands.

That sadness faded away when I stepped out and saw the little boy's expression. His whole face lit up and he grabbed for the bag, and I gently passed it into his hands.

"There you go," I said softly. 

"Thank you so much. I thought he would never stop crying." The woman said, her eyes crinkling as she smiled. Her gaze fell to her son. "Logan, what do you say?"

"Thanks, Ali!" Logan gave me a tight hug and I chuckled before letting him go. 

"Bye guys," I called after them as they headed towards their car. Logan and his mother turned around one more time and waved before driving off.

I started walking again when I heard footsteps behind me. I stiffened and waited for someone to drag me away into the alley and rip off my clothes. 

"That was nice," a familiar voice said.

I spun around and came face to face with Landon smirking down at me.

"So the bad girl does have a good side?" He said calmly, staring down at me. He was atleast 6'4, and compared to my 5'6, he was a fucking giant. 

"Shut up, Goodward." I shoved him lightly on the shoulder and started to walk away when he grabbed my arm.

"Where do you think you're going?"

I snorted. "Home?"

Landon raised an eyebrow and looked around. "I don't see your bike anywhere."

 I chuckled, unable to hold a grin back. "That's because I walked, dumbass." I pointed to the sidewalk and trailed it towards the grocery store.

"You walked." Landon said sharply. "Do you know how fucking dangerous that is, Ali?"

I glared at him, crossing my arms over my chest as I stared him down. "Landon, I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself, you know. I'm 18, alright?"

He smirked, the corners of his lips turning up playfully. "Taking care of yourself? Baby, I can take care of you so much more."

"Dammit, Landon, you're so fucking nasty." I glared at him, causing his smirk to break out into a full grin. "Why did I ever meet you?"

Landon laughed, causing a warm sensation inside of me. "I know you wanted to, baby."

"Don't call me that." I hissed. "And I would have never met you if you had stopped bothering me. Now let me go, I have somewhere to be."

Landon chuckled, but he let me go as I walked away. I could see his silhoulette in the moonlight, leaning against the wall of the grocery store. I raised my hand to say goodbye before rethinking it and setting it by my side. I could almost see the smirk on his face as I turned my back to him.

I barely made it back to my house before my curfew. I took a deep breath before opening the door, greeted by a table full of James and his friends. Their eyes roamed over my body and face before turning back to their poker game on the table. Three tall stacks of bills were laying in the middle.

James snarled, "What are you looking at? Go do something."

I crossed my arms and flipped him off before heading upstairs. Opening my bedroom door, I sighed at the messed up bed sheets and books thrown on the floor. James and his friends must have used my room to mess around in. Hopefully he hadn't a hooker to the mess.

Sighing I changed the sheets - who knows what they could have done - and switched into boy shorts and a long T-shirt that covered the shorts. Climbing into bed, I switched off my lamp, hoping that James wouldn't come into my room at midnight like every other night. Maybe he would just stick to his gambling game and let me go for one night.

I stayed awake until 12, waiting for the door to open and my step-dad to stumble inside my plain, white room, but he didn't. I guessed God let me live for tonight.

Publication Date: 04-15-2016

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Dedication:
I dedicate this book to my sister who helped me come with this amazing idea.