Rehabilitation

Chapter 3; "Exposure"

Imagine a petite caramel skinned girl with straight hair. With ginger brown hair and dark brown eyes. A little girl, with the perfect house and perfect parents.

The perfect life.

That was me. That was who i was. Then i lost it all...everything.

I keep having dreams about it.

The moment Mom & Dad put me to bed and told me they were going out together...and they never came back.

I remember, being picked up by police, driven to the hospital and getting taken away by some stranger.

"Mommy and Daddy have just gone for a while. They'll be back soon." The strange ginger-haired woman said.

And i believed her. She took me to "her home" where there were plenty of kids...like me.

Except, i thought they were nothing like me. I couldn't even sleep that night...i sat in the old, uncomfortable bed WAITING for my parents.

I was 6.

Nobody told me...i figured it out. I figured that they were in car accident and instantly died. I went from that innocent little girl with the perfect life...to an angry girl who ran away from her foster home and disappeared.

"Rise and shine hoe." Darla threw a pillow at my head.

I sat up and stretched, pretending i had just woken up.

"Get ready quick. We're cashing in the goods today" she had a cigarette ploped between her lips and walked out.

I sighed...goods...STOLEN goods.

I got ready anyway and stood outside, leaning on the car. Nobody was ready yet...then Bee came out.

"So where did you go yesterday? We were looking for you."

"...oh. you realized i was gone after your gay makeout session?" I questioned.

"What, you got something something against gays?"

"No. I just didn't know you were gay."

"Im not. Just wanted to try something different...you know, have some fun." She nudged me.

"Not really my idea of fun." I looked away.

"And what's that?"

"...just having fun." Then everyone walked out. Finally.

We headed down to Marcell's house. Marcell...someone i had never heard of. Just someone everyone talked about.

She was the "leader of the pack" in the words of christian. He told me she was 50 ...scary looking and demanding.

"She gets the necklace? We get our cash." I had Joey's voice in my head.

I waited in the car while everyone was inside ...meeting Marcell.

Why did i NEVER get to meet her? Why was i the only one?

I got out of the car and decided to take a walk.

I walked into the store with only a dollar in my pocket.

"...Are you...stalking me?" A deep voice said behind me. I turned around. Him. Again.

"Are you stalking ME?" that backfired :3

"...not at all. Just...buying ...stuff."

"...how do you know my name?" I changed the subject.

"What?" He walked down the aisle.

"My name...?"

"I heard your friends calling you at the gas station." He picked up a granola bar.

"T-their...not my friends."

"Family?" He raised one eyebrow at me.

Helll no.

"Just...acquaintances."

"Ahh." He nodded like he understood. "You didn't even tell me your name yesterday." He added.

What the fuck?

"But you already KNOW it."

"Yeah but, if i didn't hear your fri- ...acquaintances call you, i would not have known. I mean, you bumped into me like 3 times..." He continued searching the snacks aisle.

"I haven't bumped into YOU. It just...happened" i squinted angrily.

"So what, did you want my number?" He ignored my last sentence.

Is he serious?

"No." Then i turned on my heel and walked away and out of the store.

"Woah wait..." He's voice rang in my ear. Great.

I faced him and folded my arms across my chest.

"...give me your number. I'll save you the trouble" he brought out his iPhone and unlocked it.

I held out my hand to him and he looked at it, mind blank.

He finally realized then pressed he's phone into my palms, the touch of his fingers making my heart rate grow.

I tapped in my number and gave it back to him, then walked away again. He better not follow me.

I looked behind me and he was gone.

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