Wanted

By: Kelly Elliott

PROLOGUE

Ellie seven years old…..

I stood crying against the wall. Mommy was acting weird again and it was scaring me. This is how she acts when she drinks the bad stuff that Jefferson calls beer. I just want to run and get away before she sees me again and yells. She said she was going to make me cookies and that we would go to the park to swing on the swings. I was so happy thinking about how much fun we would have.

Mommy had been mad ever since her friend called. She told me we were not going to the park today because she was feeling sad and needed a drink.

“You would not have fun at the park Ellie anyway.” But I knew I would especially because I loved the swings at school. I wish Jefferson was home; my tummy hurts so bad and I’m so hungry.

Then she screamed out my name…. “Ellie!” I jumped and quickly wiped the tears away. If she saw me crying she would just get mad at me again. I walked up to her very slowly.

She was sitting at the kitchen table with her face in her hands. “Y, yes Mommy?” She looked up at me and frowned. I know who she is thinking of when she looks at me that way. She tells me all the time I have his eyes. Jefferson says my eyes are like the blue like the sky.

Mommy has pretty dark brown hair. My hair is much lighter than mommy’s. Jefferson likes to brush my hair and always tells me how pretty I am and that I am a princess. He said some day my prince will come and save me and take me away from this bad place. Mommy never tells me I am pretty, she just tells me I look like my daddy. She hates my daddy.

”Ellie, Ellie, Ellie” she said her Ls really funny, like she was having a hard time saying them.

“Do you know that you will never be wanted? No one will ever love you, just like I have never been loved. No man will ever really want you. You need to know that now. I wish someone would have told me that, fuck it would have saved me a lot of pain.”

Mommy was still talking funny. Did she not want me anymore?

“Mommy, I’m sorry for whatever I did. Please don’t be mad at me. Please want me mommy!” I cried out. She just started to laugh and then she put her head back in her hands and told me to get out of her sight. I had a funny feeling in my chest and my tummy. Why was it so hard for me to breathe? I walked over to the corner in the kitchen and sat down.

When will Jefferson get home? I just want Jefferson……I need Jefferson.

“You will never be wanted by anyone……remember that Ellie darlin’, remember that”……

Nine years later……

Bryce had brought me to my favorite pizza shop for my sixteenth birthday. I was so excited. We’d been dating for four months now and he was just so sweet, he only ever kissed me and never tried to take it further which was so nice. He said he loved how innocent I was.

While we waited on our pizza I excused myself and went to the restroom. I was standing at the sink when a girl with beautiful blonde hair walked in. I recognized her from school. I think she was in eleventh grade like Bryce.

I smiled as she walked up to me but she gave me a sad smile in return.

“Ellie Johnson right?”

“Yes, I’m sorry, I recognize you but I can’t place your name.”

“That’s okay; I wouldn’t really expect you to know who I am Ellie. My name is Denise Watkins.”

Oh, I’ve heard of this girl. Ari said she was easy and that every guy with a working penis had fucked her.

“Ellie, I really like you. I like how sweet and kind you are to everyone. I wish I could be more like you.”

WHAT? Where the hell is this coming from?

“Um, thank you Denise that’s very sweet of you to say that.”

“Ellie, I am going to cut to the chase here. Do you know where Bryce was last night? I only ask because I think you deserve the truth.”

I shook my head yes. I had a very bad feeling about where this was going.

My mother’s words popped into my head.

You will never be wanted by anyone……..

“Yes, he was um, he was at a study group at Melissa’s house last night.”

Denise looked sad. Her eyes filled with tears and she looked away from me.

“No he wasn’t Ellie.”

“How do you know that?”

She lowered her head and I could see the tears falling from her eyes. Oh holy hell.

“I know because he was fucking me in the backseat of his car last night.”

I just stood there….stunned. I couldn’t believe it. No, this was not happening to me. I thought he was different!

Oh my god……I felt like I was going to be sick.

“Why are you telling me this?”

“I didn’t want to tell you but I really like you and you are so innocent and that fucker does not deserve to have you on his arm like some trophy while he is going behind your back and fucking everything with a pussy. I’m sorry Ellie. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I hope that you can forgive me some day.”

I shook my head to clear my thoughts. I looked her right in the eyes and I could see how embarrassed and disgraced she was.

“Thank you Denise for telling me, I really do appreciate it.”

I tried to get composed before I turned and walked out of the bathroom. As I walked back up the table where Bryce was sitting he had the nerve to smile and wink at me. He must have seen Denise come out of the bathroom behind me because his face fell for a second.

I walked right up to him and gave him my best smile.

“Hey Ellie, is something, um wrong?”

“Nope….just realized something though Bryce.”

He looked around as if he was looking for Denise….or maybe he was looking for a way out.

“Ahhh, what’s that Ells?”

I reached down and picked up a piece of pizza and took a bite of it and then looked at his nice white t-shirt and smiled.

“I realized that you are nothing but a cheating bastard!” I slammed the pizza right into his chest and then picked up his root beer and dumped it over his head.

As I walked away from Bryce I made a mental note to have Jefferson kick his ass.

I was never going to date again!

CHAPTER ONE

Ellie………

Two Years later………

Two days before I was set to graduate and here I stood against my locker in a state of shock. People were walking by and going to class, not knowing the hell I was going through or at least not caring.

Memories of what my mother said to me when I was seven had to come back to me right at that moment.

My whole body started to shake.

Why? I wanted to just scream out as loud as I could WHY?

Maybe my mother was right; no man would ever want me or would ever truly love me. I needed to just give up on them for good.

I just wanted Jefferson, when would he get here? I had to tell him what happened or he will know something is wrong the moment he sees my teary red eyes. Jefferson will know what to do to take away this pain before I have to go home and face my mother. I can never let her know what happened. She will never let me forget this just like she always brings up Bryce. God, I was having a problem getting air in my lungs. I just needed Jefferson.

Jefferson is my older brother by three years. He has been the only person in my life to be there for me. He was going to the University of Texas and studying Architectural Engineering. He worked his ass off in school to get perfect grades and of course he kicked ass on the football field as well. He received a scholarship to play football at the University of Texas. He could have gone anywhere, but he stayed in Austin to help take care of my mother and me.

He would not leave me all alone to deal with her. He is all I have in this world.

My father left when I was three. He came back to see us only once after he left. It was right after Jefferson got his scholarship to UT. He showed up on our door step acting like a proud father. I thought Jefferson was going to beat the shit out of him. He only stayed long enough to give Jefferson and me part of an inheritance from a grandmother neither of us remembered. He also caused our mother to go into another drunken fest and lose another job.

Jefferson made me put the money away for college and he bought his truck and paid off what was owed on our mother’s house. My mother is nothing but a drunk who half the time does not even know she has two kids. I’m nothing but a reminder of the man who left her alone and unwanted. She would tell me how much I looked like him when I was younger. Her hatred for him drives her to drink away her problems, or at least she attempts to drink them away.

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