Revenge

Already gone

"You wanna stay home today," my mother questions.

"Yeah I'm not feeling well," I reply.

I lied. I have been torn since the scandal. It's been one day since I have made a return to school.

I can't keep skipping because I'm not sick or on vacation.

Vacation, that's it! My family owns over ten private islands. They all aren't mapped, and are only known to exist by my family.

Since school has not ended for Sarah yet, I pack and call my pilot about departing tonight.

When I know Sarah is in her car, I call her.

"Hey Sarah, meet me at Starbucks in ten," I state.

"Okay," she replies.

Ten minutes later, we are sitting across from each other.

"I'm leaving tonight to an undisclosed location. I need you to be queen bee for ever how long I'll be gone," I request.

"Okay, but why are you leaving? And to an undisclosed location?"

"I need to get away. I feel like I'm already gone. I don't want anyone coming to find me. I'm getting lost. I'll come back, but I'm not sure when."

"Aw, okay. By the way, Charles was looking for you today. He looked extremely mad. Stay away from him."

We just talk about everything the rest of the time.

After we both say our goodbyes, I stop home and grab my bags.

I then drive to the airport. My plane is ready, so I give the valet my keys and bags.

The plane is transporting my car to the island as well. I don't trust anyone.

When the plane lands on the mile wide island, I drive to the beach house. It is the only beach house on the island. There is no other islands for over 75 miles. The closest island is another island my family owns, and that is 85 miles west.

The plane returns to Miami, and I get my things unpacked.

I have cellphone reception, but I don't use it.

I put on a bikini and walk out to the beach. This island is very unique considering the sand changes color based on time. It is pink in the day, and charcoal by night.

I lay on a chair, and just close my eyes. I think.

I then realize I don't have any true friends. They all probably hate me. I can't laugh without Frank, Patrick, and Blake looking at me like I have ten eyes.

I have been unhappy lately. Stress is upon me due to school work and preparing for college.

The other day, I was joking around and Frank flipped out on me because I accidentally spilled a drop of water on him. Since this was at lunch, cooking was still upon us. When we got to cooking, he asked Patrick to switch seats with him so he wouldn't be anywhere near me.

I didn't speak with either of them since.

I can't handle people being mad at me.

He also looked me dead in the eye that day, and said "I can't stand you!"

I can't be happy around Frank anymore. The amount of times I was on the verge of times is uncountable.

I paint on a fake smile for everyone and pretend like I'm not collapsing, but the truth is, I don't know how much longer the paint is going to last.

I'm truly not okay.

The tears start flooding. I can't hold this in anymore.

I get that feeling in my throat where you are about to cry, but the difference is, I break down.

I get up with tears still rushing out of my eyes, and walk into the ocean.

I scream, "I don't deserve to be treated like this!"

"What did I even do," I scream.

"Why me? Why is it me that purely hates life at the moment," I yell.

After screaming this into the wind, the tears stop.

I decide I just need some sleep.

I walk to the outdoor bedroom and hit the off switch on myself.

I wake up seven hours later to hear a helicopter land.

I never called this in...

I walk to the landing strip, and see Charles.

He opens the door.

"You bitch," he exclaims.

He lunges at me.

All I am thinking is, 'oh shit'.

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I legit broke down while writing this. I had a kinda bad day today, so I decided to write. This came out kind of beautiful, to be honest.

Cliff hanger? Cliff hanger.

You're welcome.