Chapter 2
Alyssa was from a small town and in a class that had an exceptionally large number of school sluts, the girls that are laughingly recalled at the ten year high school reunion, until it is found out that they were knocked up in high school or shortly thereafter and now have at least 3 children while working a dead end job. She was overlooked by just about everyone, with the exception of one young man. Jake was a “grungy” kid. He didn’t have really nice clothes or drive a nice car. As a matter of fact, his clothes always had holes in them, and not the kind they charge hundreds of dollars for at Abercrombie & Fitch or Hollister, and his car was a rust bucket, that only partially resembled the 1992 Geo Metro that it was licensed as.
Jake’s father, Robert, was something akin to the town drunk. He drank early and often and didn’t stop until his body gave up on him for the day. Robert lived in a sort of upside down world. He wasn’t a mean drunk; rather he was the oblivious type, functioning fairly well until the end of the work day, whenever that was. He didn’t have a steady job, constantly doing handyman work or taking on temporary manual labor jobs, anything that would pay him in cash and allow him to continue collecting welfare while still keeping him in an ample supply of booze. However, when Robert was sober he was a force to be reckoned with, especially if he didn’t have any hope of a quick return to his inebriated bliss. He sometimes hit Jake when the booze ran out, blaming his presence for the lack of alcohol in the house. He would often hit Jake’s mother as well, smacking poor Eileen around until she cowered in the corner, begging for mercy. Robert had been a high school jock, a small town hero who couldn’t give up his glory days. He was once one of the most sought after teenagers in the county, but that had ended shortly after graduation. He still retained a bit of that jockishness, mostly in the form of his brutish size and strength. He was 6’1” and weighed 260 pounds now, making him bigger and more imposing than he had been as a teenager. His wife had fallen for his boyish good looks and big muscles, not his brains.
Eileen was a gentle soul, she was a smidge overweight, but that was attributed to the comfort food she consoled herself with after the violence in her house wound down. If you were to clean her up and put her in a nice dress it would be possible to see the natural beauty that had once made her something of a catch in high school. She was 5’6” tall, with black hair, brown eyes, and tan skin. She looked as if she had once been an athlete, with the body structure and stature of someone who had excelled at high school sports, even though she had not.