*Marilyn's POV*
I wake up next to Twiggy.
"Good morning babe," I say as I kiss his lips gently.
"Brian, I love you so much! I wouldn't be here without love!"
He checks the clock that ominously hung on the wall.
"Shit, Brian we've gotta get back home. We promised Evianna and Venice we'd be home by 10."
"It's only 9:45 Twiggs," I say rolling over to hug him.
"But we can leave now if you want."
I didn't want to put up a fight with him. I knew better.
We arrived at the house exactly at 10.
We walk in and see Venice with a hoodie on, drinking a cup of coffee.
*Twiggy's POV*
"Hey Venice! Why are you wearing a hoodie," I said as I walked to the thermostat, "Its 76° in here."
"Uh, I'm just cold. I, uh, um,"
"Venice, what happened?" Brian asked.
She sighed and closed her eyes.
"I, I have a hickey...." she mumbled.
"What! From who? I thought your friend was a girl?" Brian snapped.
"Uh... I lied..." she admitted. She swirled her spoon around in her coffee and didn't look up at us.
"Did you use protection?" I asked quietly sitting down infront of her. Ven shrugged.
By now Brian had stormed off and went to look for Evianna.
"Venice! Where's your sister?!" he yelled from the laundry room.
"I'm not sure. Why?" she asked, brows furrowing.
"Um. Because shes no where in the fucking house!" Brian yelled and came back into the kitchen, "God Dammit!!"
"Where could she be?" I asked.
"I dont know... Maybe in a foster care center," Venice suggested.
Brian stood up and went upstairs. I followed him to see what was wrong.
*Evianna's POV*
Last night was a living hell.
Jakobb raped me.
Repeatedly. No mercy was shown, but you'd expect that right?
Im sore all over and probably have even more bruises than the ones that were healing. I cried myself to sleep after he finally left after hours of torture.
Why the hell am I back in another fucking rut?
I want to go back to Marilyn and Twiggy. I miss them. I refuse to go out of my room. They say they'll put me on anti-depressants, but I don't give a shit. Maybe they will numb the pain and the hurt.
*Marilyn's POV*
I grab the car keys and force everyone into the car.
"Venice what the hell! You told us you were going to a friend's party. Not a friend's bed so you can fuck!" I yell not caring how pissed off I sounded.
"I wouldn't talk there dad! You left a poor girl Twiggy kidnaped ALONE in the house so you two could fuck!"
She yells back at me, tears forming on her waterline.
"Would you two shut the fuck up!!!" Twiggy yells annoyed.
"I don't know where you guys have been, but in case you two were COMPLETELY clueless, WE ARE MISSING MY DAUGHTER!" He forces out.
The car was silent. All we heard was Venice's barely audible sobs.
"Pull over please," he asks impatiently.
I follow what I have been directed to do. He pulls out his phone and calls the police department.
"Hello. I'm looking for someone who hasn't been seen since last night."
"Name"
"Evianna-"
"With a first name like that, thats enough information we need."
"Ok sir."
"Evianna Daniels?"
Twiggy looks at me confused.
I nod. Better safe than sorry.
"Oh, Um yes. Yes sir."
"Found at local park. Was a 'Missing Person' complaint. Home life did not allow us to take her in complete custody. Sent to adoption home."
"Do you know which one?"
"No sir. Is that it?"
"Yes. Thank you. Bye."
He ends the call and looks at us.
*Twiggy's POV*
"Brian, do you know which one she could be at?" I ask cautiosly.
"Any adoption home in LA. Venice, I'm sorry I yelled at you. Will you please ask Siri where the nearest adoption home is?"
"Yes dad," she said, "Siri, where is the nearest adoption home?"
"Margaret's Adoption Home for Adolescents is 20 miles north. West Side Adoption is 26 miles south wes-" "The first one. Pull up the address. Put it in the GPS," I ordered. I was still shaking really badly. Brian rubbed my thigh gently.
"Its going to be okay," he said softly.
Ven handed us the GPS back.
I hope we find her.
"I'll go in once we get there," I said as calmly as I possibly could.
Thirty minutes later we were at a grey building. It looked menacing.
I walked through the doors.
"Can I help you sir?" a lady with a pink shirt asks from behind the desk. "I'd like to adopt a child," I stammered.
"Okay, just go through that door and pick one out," she said laughing. You could tell she smoked because of the raspiness.
Bright purple hair stood out.
*Evianna's POV*
I was tapped on the shoulder by a familiar man. A very familiar one indeed.
That man was Jeordie White.
"I'm adoptiong you," he stated blunty.
"Okay," I stuttered badly.
"Are you okay?" he asked with a concerned look.
"Yeah," I said quietly.
The lady who was there yesterday handed Twiggy the papers.
Jeordie White was in sloppy cursive.
I was glad to be leaving this place.
It wasnt a good place.
Not at all.
*Venice's POV*
"Dad I need to use the restroom," I say trying to hold back bile.
"Fine," he grumbled, taking a right, pulling in to a gas station.
I run out of the car and run to the bathroom.
Luckily, when I couldn't hold back the bile much longer I was at a toilet.
I barely heard the squeaky door open when there's a hand pulling back all of my hair.
"You ok Ven," the voice beamed.
I carefully nod and turn it a bit. My eyes catch pink leggings and a green dress. Twiggy.
"Could you hand me a paper towel?" I say, raspy from puking.
His hands losens from my hair and returns next to me. I wipe my mouth and flush the toilet.
"Ven. Are you pregnant?" He asks worried.
I start to cry. "I hope not. I'm not ready for a child."
He hugs me and wispers in my ear.
"Jordan?"
I nod.
"Could you see if he could give you a professional pregnancy test."
I nod my head again.
He helps me out of the restroom and we go back into the car.
Evianna looked me with sad eyes. They seemed familiar to me.
I hug Evianna and wisper in her ear,"It was him wasn't it."
She raises her eyebrows some what confused.
"Jakobb?"
Tears filled her eyes. I nodded and hugged her again.
*Marilyn's POV*
I pull into our driveway, got out of my car, and unlocked the front door. Instantaneously, Venice ran from the car straight into the house. Twiggy followed after her.
I watch him shut the bathroom door behind them.
What the hell?
I look back at the car and see Evianna sitting there crying.
"Hey sweetie, you ok?" I asked and hugged her.
She shakes her head and starts crying harder. I watch her try to get out of the car. Wincing she moved back in her seat.
"Do you need some help?" I ask worried.
The just sat their and cried.
Gently, I carefully pick her up and carry her into the house.
"Your room?" I ask sympathetically.
She nods.
I carefully carry her upstairs and lay her on her bed.
I walk out and see Venice's door shut. Quietly I put my ear up to the door.
"Ven, you need to call him."
"Dad, I can't."
"Then I'll call him and get you an appointment."
"Dad he can't know."
"Fine dear. I'll just make you an appointment then."
"Ok."
Footsteps come close to the door. I quietly move to my room. Twiggy walks downstairs.
I quietly follow.
"Hello?"
"Hello, name?"
"Tw-Jeordie White."
"Ok Mr.White, what do you need."
"I need to set up an appointment for my boyfriend's daughter."
"Checkup, tests, medication consult?"
"Test please."
"What type of test?"
"Qualitative, pregnancy test."
"How long do you think she might be pregnant?"
"Since last night."
"I'll schedule it 2 weeks out. If signs disappear you can call us back."
"Ok thank you."
"October 19, at 1pm. Is that ok?"
"Um yeah I guess."
"For safe keeping and so the test isn't effective, please make sure you have her avoid sex untill tested."
"Yes ma'am"
"Have a wonderful day sir."
"You too," He hangs up the phone. and turns around.
"Shit, Brian. You scared me!"
"Twiggy what's going on?" I say trying to hide that I heard everything.
"Nothing I just have to get this rash thing checked ou- Brian I can't lie to you. I think Venice might be pregnant."
"She's pregnant," I say as calmly as I could.
"Might be."
I start to pull on my hair. Twiggy gently grabs my hands and holds them.
"Hon. It'll be ok," He wispers.
"You need to cancel that appointment Twiggy. The damn reporters are gonna find out. And her boyfriend works there," I sigh.
"Ok. You call them back. I guess I'll go get the most expensive 'stick' there is," He says grabbing the car keys