Nothing Matters (Family Matters Book 1) by Liana Key Read Free Book Online Page A

passed until Kara comes up to me, tugs at my damp shirt and says, "Some guy's here for Magdala."
    I follow her around to the front of the house and Magdala is sitting on the driveway, the football game still happening on the front lawn.  Jakey, her cousin is standing over her, I wonder where he's come from and why.  I see him take hold of her hand and pull her up, so I run towards her, and immediately drape my arm over her shoulder.
    "Hey, what's going on?" I ask frantically.  Jakey glares at me, the look in his eyes shows that he doesn't like me, well that he fucking hates me.
    "What the fuck's happening here?" he growls.
    "Look," Magdala says, in the innocent voice of one who is drunk and has no idea what is going on, "my dress got ripped when I got tackled."  And she holds up the hem of it, revealing a long tear, holds it right up to my face so that her panties are exposed.  I quickly force it down, but she holds it up again, examining the damage.  "This is my favorite dress," she says as I smooth it down and I  mumble, "I'll get it fixed for you."
    "Why is she so fucking drunk?" Again Jakey delivers me a stare, "and where the fuck were you?"
    "Jakey did you bring me another dress?" she asks, "I asked you to bring me another dress."
    "I'm fucking taking you home Magdala," he says and looks at me.  "This is fucking ridiculous, she's as drunk as fuck and you let her play around and you're nowhere to be seen.  Any fucking thing could've happened to her."
    "Nathan was playing basketball," Magdala slurs as she reaches out to Jakey's shoulder.  "He was playing basketball and I was playing football.  I'm good at football Jakey, I can throw it from one end of the garden all the way..."
    "Where are your fucking shoes Magdala?" he interrupts, as he hooks his arm in hers.
    "Where are my fucking shoes Nathan?" she repeats.  I have no idea where her fucking shoes are.
    "Hey, it's all right," I say, coming in front of Jakey, "we'll take Magdala home.  My friend Tom is going to take us."
    "I'm not fucking leaving her here, in this fucking neighborhood," Jakey says, his voice hostile and condescending, "with this fucking scum." 
    I should feel insulted, but more than anything I just don't want Magdala to leave.  Stevie and  Kara are suddenly by my side.  Kara has Magdala's shoes and she hands them to Magdala.
    "Look Jakey, I got my shoes," she says.  "Shall I put them on?"
    "Just fucking walk Magdala," he commands and he leads her to his car, a white BMW, which is definitely out of place in this part of town.  There's a girl sitting in the front seat.  Jakey opens the back door for Magdala and directs, "Get in." 
    "Are you coming Nathan?" Magdala asks.
    "No, he fucking isn't," Jakey says, again just glaring at me.  "Buckle up."
    "Hey really," I say in desperation, "we'll take Magdala home later."  Though I know he's not listening to me.  He slams Magdala's door shut.
    "Hey," he says, and his voice is low, threatening, "don't fuck with me.  You fucking hurt Magdala and I'll come after you." 
    I don't know what to say, have no reply, as if I'd ever hurt Magdala, would never consider it.
    "You need to learn how to treat a girl properly, you fucking white trash," he seethes, opening his door and getting in, again leaving me speechless, with no response at all.  Magdala opens her door and calls, "Kiss me Nathan."
    I bend down and touch her chin.  "Hey I'm sorry, I wanted to take you home," I whisper.
    "Jakey's going to get me a new dress," she says and I can't help but laugh, because I know she is wasted.  Jakey has turned around and is watching.  "I love you," I say.
    "I love you Nathan Stratton," she says and I kiss her and Jakey starts up the car, and I barely get to close her door before he drives off.
     
    MAGDALA
    I'm having dinner at Jakey's house, Aunt Kate is making a seafood paella, which is probably my favorite food.  Jakey and I are sitting out by the pool, but neither of us are swimming.
    "So what's