2 Trailer Park Girls Go 'Round the Outside (Kassy & Hold the Door)

[Kassyghost]

Kassy Butler sat in her tiny, thin walled room, laying on her bed and scribbling in her diary.

I H8 LIFE!!! I hate that my Dad is dead, and I hate that we don't live in the nice house I grew up in. Instead I'm stuck in a friggin' trailer in the middle of nowhere in a crappy trailer park and instead of my dad, I've got this scumbag STEPDAD! My Mom is sitting out in the "living room/ dining room" and watching Jerry friggin' Springer???!!!! I mean for god's sake, she used to be on the PTA at school back when Daddy was alive. Now she drinks Vodka and Cranberry before noon on a weekday.

I don't blame her though. She's had it especially hard. Dad and her got married young, cause she got pregnant with me. But Mom said he was a stand up guy and married her. He'd joined the Army for the money, and it was good. Sure he wasn't around alot, growing up, but he made sure Mom and I were well taken care of. Every Christmas I got the best stuff and Mom always got jewelry and new cars for her to run us around in. When he was around, things were even better, He loved Mom and He loved me to death....then he died....I guess that's what that saying means afterall.

I'll be 17 in five and a half months. It's legal to run away from home then, I'm gonna do it. Jack says he and I are meant to be. He says we are beautiful creatures and that we should go to Hollywood and be famous. He's KNOWS ME....I AM HIS FOREVER!!!!
He's graduating this year and he told me that he'd take me away from this hell hole and that evil bastard stepfather. They don't know about Jack, and I'm gonna keep it that way. He's like my 'secret escape capsule' and when the time is right we are gonna jump on his motorcycle and blow this popsicle stand.

PS. Isn't that the cutest thing you've ever heard? 'Blow this popsicle stand'? It's something Jack says....he's sooooo dreamy!

Kassy closed her diary and locked the fragile brass mechanism. She walked over to her closet, still dressed in her sleeping clothes, a small athletic shirt and panties. She reached into the pile of half dirty clothes inside and pulled the vent cover off the cheap wall behind the pile of clothes. She slipped her secret journal in and pushed the clothes back to cover it. It was a Saturday, which sucked....no school.

Most girls her age were stoked to be off on a Saturday, but not for her. It meant she had no place to go, and soon her asshole stepfather would be home. Probably drunk and probably angry.

Kassy walked out of her room, her early developed breasts barely contained in the two sizes too small shirt. She could see her mother, Annabelle hanging out on the front porch with one of the other scumbags from the trailer park on the front porch, instead of watching TV. She wondered what the special occasion was, probably some weird meth deal her asshole stepdad had set up.

"MOOOOOM! MOM! There is nothing in the fridge.....I'm hungry...MOOOOM!" Kassy hollared from the kitchen.

 

[HoldTheDoor]

Jordan hadn't ever known anything other than what life was like in the trailer park, in fact it was so deeply rooted in his DNA that is was clear that it had made him the man he was today. A mixture of good genes and luck in his adolescence had managed to turn Jordan into somewhat of trailer park stud, taut muscle stretched over his skin completely exposed by the white muscle top he usually wore. Other than that he was usually topless, enjoying the feel of the sun on his skin as he enjoyed what god had given him and what he had taken for himself.

Somehow he had managed what most trailer trash couldnt, he had found a attractive woman outside of the park and had somehow managed to drag her down with him. Nothing felt as good to Jordan as watching the aspiration leave poor Annabell's eyes as she realised what life awaited her and her daughter. She was broke though, and she had little choice but to endure the sharp thud of his fists against her bones and skin. She knew better than to try and escape her fate now, having once thought she had found freedom only to run right into the waiting Jordan. Needless to say the beating she had endured that night was enough to keep most of the park up in a cold sweat.

His own childhood had taught him that people were inherently broken, and that the simple pleasures in life were the only ones you could rely on. He hadn't always been this way, but what he did know was that he had been this way for so long that he didn't know any other way to be.

Jordan had just been drifting into sleep when the noise from the kitchen ensured he was fully awake. Jordan didn't appreciate being disturbed in his own home, his home was his sanctuary and it wasn't to be disturbed by bratty girls who should know better. Swinging his legs round off the bed, Jordan set the heel of his feet down and into the hard leather boots that he wore around the park. The washed out denim jeans and oil stained white shirt hung loosely off his athletic frame as he moved from the bed and into the kitchen, the sound of the bedroom door bouncing off the thin walls reverberated around the room.

"Kassy are you fucking serious!? Can't you keep your fat mouth shut for a few minutes whilst I get some sleep." Jordan exclaimed, his voice and face full of barely concealed rage.

"You wanna eat? You go out and earn something to eat." Jordan continued as he slammed the fridge door shut. Reaching out towards her Jordan slapped against her belly and laughed as it wobbled with the force of his slap. "Seems to me you've already had enough food." Jordan chuckled as he reached up and groped at her breasts. "I mean guys like these, but they don't want to see a fat belly beneath them do they?" Jordan said, his harsh words spoke without a care for her feelings. He didn't care for her, and if anything wanted to see the hurt in her eyes.

Jordan looked around, his eyes narrowing at the fact that his wife wasn't anywhere to be seen. It didn't take him long to see her outline against the blinds of the trailer as she stood on the porch.

"What the fuck is she doing out there?" Jordan asked rhetorically. Kassy spared his harshness for a few moments as he strode over to the door of the trailer and almost pulled it off it's hinges. As the sun rushed into his eyes it made it difficult to see, but when he could it was clear what was happening. One of the neighbourhood dealers was trying to offload a batch of drugs on to his wife. Jordan didn't give him a chance to explain, he wasn't one to show mercy to those that crossed him.

Jordan's closed fist came down fast and hard, even as the man raised his arm to block he stood no chance. The fist connected true, even if the other man's arm had knocked his aim of slightly. Jordan didn't let up as his first punch sent the man sprawling to the dirt ground. The tip of his hard boot connected with his midriff as the man curled up to sheild himself from the savage kicks of the bigger man.

"You going to come round here selling that shit again?" Jordan asked, not waiting for an answer as he put the boot in him again. Jordan gave him a few more kicks for good measure before leaning down and pinning his arm above his back and raising it slowly. "I said you going to come here selling that shit again?" Jordan asked again, clearly not willing to take silence as an answer. After a few more moments of straining the man's arm against his back a scream filled the air.

"Arghhh!!!" The man screamed. "I won't come here again. I promise. Just please let me go!" The man sobbed desperately in broken tones.

"Don't let me catch you again." Jordan spoke in a low voice before letting go of the mans arm.

Needless to say the man shot off into the distance with a speed that didn't surprise Jordan. Jordan turned on the spot and moved towards his wife, it wasn't loving hand that found her hair as he took hold of it and used it to drag her back inside of the trailer as he slammed the door behind them. It didn't take much for his strong arms to throw Annabelle to the floor as he looked down at her. "What did I say about answering the door to people like that?" Jordan asked menacingly.

"I'm so sorry! He... Seemed like a good guy." Annabelle stuttered as she looked up at the intimidating man.

"A good guy?" Jordan asked in a mock tone. "You see I look like a good guy." Jordan remarked before slapping Annabelle hard around the face. "Does that feel like a good guy?" Jordan mocked her. "No, because looks can be deceiving can't they?" Jordan asked rhetorically again. "Like the way you though I was a nice guy that was going to help raise your teenage daughter." Jordan said looking over at Kassy. "The only way I'd raise your daughter, is up and down on my cock. Do you understand?" Jordan mocked Annabelle.

Moving quickly, Jordan closed the distance to Kassy in frightening speed, his fingers closing in her hair as she was dragged to the same spot as her mother. In a matter of seconds he had thrown Kassy to the floor next to her mother. "It's about time you both learned a lesson about this house and how things operate here." Jordan paused. "Your fat daughter is hungry and there is nothing in because she ate it all, what do you do when there is no food in and you're hungry Annabelle?" Jordan asked.

"You... you... earn it." Annabelle replied, her tone making it clear she knew where this was leading.

"That's right you earn it don't you. But neither of you have jobs and I have the money so how do you earn it?" Jordan continued.

"By... making you happy." Annabelle retorted, clearly not wanting to continue down this road.

"We both know there is only one way two dumb bitches like you two could make me happy don't we?" Jordan said, openly mocking the girls. "So why don't you open your mouth, and get your stupid daughter to do the same and then maybe neither of you have to go hungry this evening." Jordan said, a crazed look in his eye. He had already hit both of them, and it was clear he was willing to do so again if they didn't listen to him.

 

[Kassyghost]

"just do it Kass....He's in one of his moods again!" Annabelle pleaded to her daughter. Anna dropped down to her knees and held her mouth open. "Come on Jor, here you go....I'll blow you!" She practically begged.

"No Fuck that....Don't fucking touch me JORDAN!" Kassy angrily retorted, casting Jordan's hand away in an act of teenage rebellion. "MOM, this is fucked up! You don't deserve THIS SHIT! You were just sitting out on the porch and chatting with a neighbor and he comes out freaking the fuck out!" Kassy screamed, scurrying away around the flimsy kitchen table to try and protect her self from her stepfather's rage.

"Don't piss him off more honey, We woke him up and he's told us already once, He don't like being woke up midday." Anna pleaded to her daughter.

"You're gonna let him call me FAT??? What's that Mom? I wish you would just die, you evil sonavabitch!" Kassy screamed at the top of her lungs. Of course trailers are notoriously thin skinned and Kassy knew it full well. Hopefully someone would call the cops again, last time the cops threatened to call in CPS, and maybe they'd finally take her away from all this shit.