Jack And His Baby Girl Jill, Abby Cochran [diy ebook reader .txt] 📗

ripped. Combing my hair with fingers I look at the mirror and looking back at me are piercing gray eyes that seem to have aged dramatically from before I found out that my now Ex ,who shall be nameless from here on out, was pregnant. Other than my eyes looking wiser my facial features just look stronger.

Making my way out of the bedroom humming the tune of one of my favorite band “Red Jumpsuit Apparatus” i feels a sense of calm that i gets whenever the house is actually quite. In the kitchen I rush around making a quick bagel for myself while searching around the apartment from my beat up ragged backpack. Just as i was yanking my back pack from where it was hidden behind the couch Nikki comes strolling in sweating with heavy breathing but a smile on her face.

“Hey chika how was the run?” I say as I wedge my textbook and notebook in my backpack.
“Fantastic I love running! Ok you’re going to be late if u don’t move, so hand over the baby monitor and get the F U C K out” she says as her hip bumps my thigh when she walks by making me laugh. Nikki only stands at about 5’3 where all of us, the men in this crazy family, start at 6” and taller.

“Ok ok let me at least say bye to my own child!” I yell at her retreating figure before making my way over to my now sleeping angel. I stand there for a few seconds before leaning over to kiss her soft baby forehead whispering softly. “I’m working to make our lives better and I will make you proud of me.”

A pang hits me in my chest as I realize that I want to give my baby the world and I’ll do whatever it takes to give her that. Grabbing my keys I look back from the doorway at my little girl sleeping peacefully without a care in the world, with a smile I close the door softly making my way down the stairs heading off to my first day of college. Hope it goes well, probably won’t but what the hell would life be like if there wasn’t any drama?

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Walking out the front door of our crappy apartment I stroll a little faster then my usual stroll since I’m nervous about my first day in a college class. Running my hands through my shaggy hair, that has a tendency to fall into my eyes no matter what I try, I make my way over to my third pride and joy my 2005 Yamaha R6 which is one out of two rides I now have. Everything runs perfectly not even a scratch on it; working in a body kit shop has its advantages. Just as I was straddling my bike getting my helmet unlocked from my bike a girl comes running out of my apartment building. She has her middle finger up in the air and 3 bags slung over her shoulder screaming at the top of her lungs.

“WELL FUCK YOU!!! YOU ARE LOWER THEN DIRT!!! EAT SHIT YOU ABUSIVE FUCKER!!!” she marches right by me as if I’m not even there! A man who looks like her father comes storming out after her…well not truly storming more like angrily stumbling. I know the signs of a drunk when I see one.

“You get yourrr slllutty asses back her or so phelp me goz ill beats youz till youz cant walks for a month!” he slurs out storming closer to where she’s walking without looking back and where I sit on my bike. Thinking without consequences has always gotten me in trouble, which is why I now find my hands pressed firmly against a drunken mans sweaty chest and a look in my eyes that if looks could kill this drunken bastard would be six feet under.

“Back off her old man I really don't want to get involved in this but I will if you take a step closer to her.” I see him size me up and take a involuntary step back, I’m at least six inches taller then him and he is a very skinny man, aside from his beer belly that is, compared to my body which gets a good work out every day at my two jobs and I go to the gym at least twice a week if Jilly Billy has someone to watch her that is.

The man decided better then to start something with me and turns away starting his stumble back to the apartments. I slowly relax my tensed muscles and look at the girl over my shoulder. And when I see what car she’s throwing her bags into, my car lust kicks in on over time. This is a girl with midnight black hair with the underside bleached blonde, with a skin color that's close to Nikki’s skin tone but a little lighter, mile long legs that would make a blind man drool in the cropped shorts she’s wearing, plus even from afar you can tell she’s ripped but not in a ‘I work out everyday of the week’ way. Running my eyes up her mile long legs I see a unbelievable flat stomach and beautifully round boobs would turn any mans head since they are neither small or big…they are perfection, but what makes me completely stop breathing is her icy gray/blue eyes that from this distance look almost white. Finally almost forcibly I turn my attention to the car she’s leaning against while looking threw a beat up ripped backpack was a 1973 Plymouth Barracuda Hemi Cuda Tribute, cobalt blue.

“Holy shit….” I whisper as my eyes take in what is in front of me. When I start to think she’s just going to ignore me she turns to me and the first words out her mouth that aren’t screams of pure loathing.
“Thanks for the help but I can handle my own.”

Is she kidding me? I was just helped her out! I must have stood there for a couple minutes looking completely dumbfounded because she just shook her head making her choppy hair shake into her face.

“Listen I got to go I have class and all so I probably wont see u again…unless you see me sleeping on the bench later tonight…” she mumbled the last part getting into her car then making her car roar to life before peel out of the parking lot. And out of my life as well, or so I thought.

Shaking my head I climb on to my bike looking down at the watch strapped to my wrist, see the time made my heart squeeze. I had two minutes to get to class that was a ten-minute drive.
Running Late

Whipping into the school parking lot chanting curse words over and over in my head as I jump off my bike barely taking the time to pull the keys out of the ignition before beginning my sprint towards the lecture hall for Calculus II with professor Brite. Looking down for a moment to attempt to shove my helmet I forgot to leave with my bike into my ratting backpack, I Turning a corner still fighting with my helmet when all of a sudden I felt something slam into my left side just below my chest level. Stumbling in surprise I look over only to see a girl on her butt holding her left knee and her backpack and books thrown all over the common yard.

“Oh shit!!! I’m so sorry see it’s my first day and I’m so late…” I ramble on, scooping up her books and pencils.

Kneeling down next to her to get a little closer to her level I gingerly peel her hands away from her knee, suppressing a cringing at the sight blood. Turning to my backpack I unzip the small pocket on the front of my bag pulling out my work shirt and some of the Band-Aids I keep in case Jill decided to fall and bump herself.

“Hold still this might hurt just a little” I take out my water bottle as well and pour some water over the cut using my shirt to clean up the blood before putting on two Scooby Doo Band-Aids. Smiling I finally look up to meet to girls face just as she was shaking her hair from her face.

“Hey! You're the girl that I helped this morning” leans back on my heels offering my hand to her smiling softly “I’m Jack Killer”

She hesitates for a minute before grabbing my much bigger hand, as I pull us bother up I notice how her hands are soft but had callouses like mine do from working with cars. She lets go of my hand as soon as were both standing and mumbles “Ava Miller” to me.

She reaches for her bag only to find when she picks it up that the bottom has a huge hole in it. Throwing her bag to the ground letting out a string of curse words as tears pool in her eyes that are just a little too stubborn to fall. For some reason I feel the need to comfort her in anyways I can, so without a thought I take all my stuff out of my back and start placing her stuff in my page.

“Hey, hey don't sweat it ok? Here my bag I know its not much but…well as I teach my daughter “sharing is caring” so I might as well set an example and be caring” I say softly as I finish putting her stuff into my bag. Handing it over I look up only to find her looking like a deer caught in headlights.

“Um I cant take this, you have a daughter?...no you need your bag um here” she tries taking her stuff out only to have me stop her from doing so. Picking my books up into my arms along with my work shorts and now bloody work shirt and her ripped backpack, I wave off her words.

“Don’t worry about it Ava, I am a gentlemen and gentlemen help out a women in need.” I let out a deep rumbling chuckle before waving at her “Bye Ava I’m sorry I have to run but I’m now…30 minutes late to Calc class sorry!! Oh wait!!” jogging back to her, grabbing her hand I pull the pen she now had tucked behind her ear out and on the top of her hand quickly jot down my disposable cell phone number before looking straight into her eyes.

“Call me any time you want it could be 10 seconds from now or maybe 3am in the morning on a Sunday but if you need someone call me…I been where you are right now ok? And by the way there’s no need to sleep in the park on a bench I have room for you at my place, I’m sure my roommates wont mind and I’m