Bad to the Bone by lela richards (best feel good books .txt) 📖

Freedom

My name is Roxy Tisland. I'm eighteen I'm turning nineteen in two monthes. I've been in juvienile detention since I was fifteen. As bad as it sounds it like it here. I belong, I'm top-dog. Not to sound cocky but people kiss where I walk and prays to be me. Today was a bittersweet day. They realsing me. They said done did the time and a little more.I hated the thought of leavng this place. I have nothing in the world. My mama dead and my daddy in prison for gabbling. I don't see the sense in  leaving.

 

 

 

 

 

"TISLAND!"

I hear my name being called but ignore it.

"TISLAND"

I didn't care who was trying to wake me up. I have a long night trying to keep the fresh meat from being devoured.

"TISLAND! THIS IS THE LAST TIME I'M GOING TO CALL YOU!"

I knew exactly who it was when i heard the voice; C.O. Brown. I sat up. Yes sir.

"You being released. Get packing"

 

"Do I have to go. This is my home."

"If you any longer we going have to send to the actual prison"

Hearing this i jump off the bunk and got to packing.

 

 

 

 

 

i didn't have much just a few things like a picture of my mama and lil brother. 

Both of the died in a house fire, that was set by a guy trynna get revenge cuz my daddy cheated him out of his money.

I grabbed the letters from my best friend who moved to California.

She promised me that when I get put I could come live with her and her husband. (I know what you thinking... married at a young age. she was force to be married) 

The last thing I grabbed was my bible. I not that religious but being locked up in here you're going to need someone to keep you from killing someone.

 

 

 

I went to the main office. Wardon Dreher waited at the door. She stopped me by the arm. 

"Going to miss you baby. You came in and changed things for the good. Not only in you but the people around you too."

"Wardon Dreher you know how I feel about that mushy stuff. I can't stand it."

"You know your my baby girl. Good luck out there in that world. Don't you dare forget to come see me."

I hugged her like she was my mama. I love her like she was, yet i didn't say I was going to come see her every weekend. I grabbed my stuff but before I could walk out Warden Dreher said,

"Your daddy out there just got out last month. He was getting his life right for you."

I didn't want to leave now, now for a totally different reason.

Warden Dreher guidded me out to the end gates there I saw a black limo with the driver standing there with flowers.

 

One thing you need to know is that I'm tom-boy i don't wear dresses, skirts, and sure don't wear flowers.

I know he just got out and he trying but he already started wrong.

 

 

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So guys i hope you like it it did start out slow but i promise it will get better.

*low key* i'll keep writing this even if you don't like it, but i do want constructive critism. i'll update it again tomorrow.

Do over?

I walked up to the limo hesitantly. The man turned to me as I stopped infront of him.

"Ms.Tisland, my name is Bailey. It's nice to gain your aquaintance."  He bows as he hand me the flowers.

I stood there with disgust on my face. He looks at me strangely. He follows my eyes to the flower that were being handed to me. He stood slowly.

"I'm guessing you don't like flowers." He says rubbing his neck awkwardly.

"Yeeeaaahh, sorry not the type of girl who like flowers, they're actually quite digusting with all the petals falling off and the pollen. Eck."

"Okay then how on for a sec." Bailey chucks the flowers across the parking lot and then open the driver's door of the limo. He pulls out a skate board, he takes my belongings out of my hands and hands me the skateboard. he places my things on the passenger seat and looks at me. I look at the skateboard jaw dropped.

"Oh. My. Fucking. Goodness."

Bailey smiles.

"Are you for real? like is this mine?"

Bailey nods.

"It was going to be mine and i just painted it. Never been ridden."

Guilt overrides me.

"But if this is yours, why give it to me? You did such beautiful work on board. It wouldn't be-"

Bailey put his hand up.

"I'm giving it to you and that's final, besides i have a whole collection and if it was that important I'd go and buy another one."

I smile at the thoguht of riding this baby in the skate park.

"Thank you Bailey."

Bailey nods as he open the limo door.

"Your chariot waits."

I slide into the limo in awe and amusement.

There was a flat screen tv and a mini fridge. There was a game console in the corner, Xbox, I think.

To my amazement the seats extended turning the backseat into a mattress.

"I know from experience that jail is tiresome and the beds are a type of torture itself."

 He bend and flips a switch causing the seats to extend. 

He pulls out a pillow and blanket from a compartment that wasn't visible before.

“ Here you should sleep some, we have a long trip ahead of us.”

Bailey closes the door and get in the driver's seat.

I slid to lay down and comfortable. As soon as i lay still Bailey flips a switch closing the window that sits between us.

Then he slowly pulls off. For a while I listen the soft hum of the engine. Then I grow tired and my feet begins to sweat.

"HEY BAILEY CAN YOU BOOST THE A/C." I shout.

A minute the a/c was on full blast. I adjust the vent so that the cool air hit me on the face. I slowly drift off to sleep.

One thing you need to know about me is I don't dream. I sit being tormented by the darkness of my eyelids and a brain of no imagination. I slept for an hour.

When I wake, I realize I'm still in the car. I knock on the glass. Bailey opens the glass.

"How much longer is the ride?"

"About 30 more minutes."

I sit back boredly.

I fold my blanket and flip my pillowcase and place it back in the compartment I seen it come of before.

 Bored, I roll down the window. Watching as rode passes by without a car in sight. I found this odd, no traffic and it's almost 4 o'clock.

 5 minutes later we pull up to a busy intersection. I look over and see a sign that read, "ROAD CLOSED".

"Bailey?"

"Yeah ma'am?"

The word ma'am didn't settle well with me, but I shook it off and continued.

"Why were we driving on this road if the road was closed?"

"Your father had it closed off so that we have a smooth and quick ride here."

Wow I knew my father changed, but this dad throws his money away. To be totally honest I wouldn't mind him being poor, but a part of me wonder where he got all of this money.

We exit the city. A huge house just 2 minutes out stood tall and alone. 

The house stood a bold cream color with a grand yard. In the distace you could make out a football goal. and a couple of basketball hoops. 

We pull up in the driveway, suddenly I get nervous.

I take deep breathes as Bailey opens up the door.

I slid out to see a man about 6'5", light weight.

He was built though, brown hair slicked back, wearing a suit that looked like it cost just as much as the house.

I stopped in my tracks, realizing who it was.

This man was totally different from how I remember him. 

That man is my dad.

 

He runs toward me with his arms wide open.

He embraces me, hugging like he longed for the moment to come.

Out of respect I hug him back, but this hug was awkward.

"Roxy I am so sorry, when I went to jail and I heard about my love, your mother I knew I had to change to be better. I knew you were going to need someone."

I stood there with my mouth wide open in surprise.

"I guess what I'm trying to say is can I have a do over?"

Is This What You Call New Beginnings

 I stood there in shock. Not knowing what to do I shug him off of my shoulders.

My dad's eye brows forrow in confusion, "What's wrong, did I do something wrong."

Stepping closer to me I look into his dark blue marbles.

"Uh, uh, d-dad I hate people touching me."

"May I ask why sweety?"

"Maybe if you were there for me you would know, or even better it wouldn've never happened."

Anger grew inside me as I remembered what caused me to be the way I am now. I thought about the all the moments I spent crying for the man that once swore to protect me with his life and failed to do so. It angered me that this man I that I call my dad didn't know what his best friend did to me. It inferiated me that a promise was broken. Something that I take so seriously something so dear. Everything in me wanted to do to this man what I plan on doing to everyone that has hurt me but he is my father, I don't have to love him but I must respect him.

"Sweety-"

"Don't call me that, you have no right. You haven't earned my trust either, so stay away from me."

With that I ran back down the stretch of the driveway. I ran and ran until night met up with me. I ran until I came up to this small diner with only two people on the inside.

I walked in.

"Hey Hun what can  I get you."

"Yes ma'am could I use a phone?"

She hands me a phone and hands me a towel to wipe my sweat. I call me Alyssa my best friend. It rings several times and goes straight to voicemail. I decide to leave a voicemail.

"Alyssa it's me, Roxy I'm