When I woke up I wasn't in my bed. I was in the other spare bedroom tied to a table with only my underwear on. Jule and his friends were taking pictures of me and were messing around with my clothes trying to position me to look sexy. Where was Dean though?
They finally finished. Jule uncuffed me from the bed and threw my clothes at me. "Here's your clothes slut."
Jule gave me a time limit on having freedom. I'm only aloud outside from 7am-8am.
I work (a.k.a. be a slut) from 8am-2pm. I get another break from 2pm-3pm and I work from there. Jule is surprisingly very organized.
I went outside and sat on the front porch next to Dean.
"I'm surprise you weren't there when I woke up." I said to start a conversation.
"I couldn't bare it."
"What?"
"I used to be a druggie and didn't know what I was doing so now I'm stuck in this gang."
"You can't just leave?"
"If I quit the gang, I quit living. The only way out is to die."
"Well.... I guess we're stuck here together then."
"Yep."
I laid my head on Deans shoulder and we sat there for the remaining 45 minutes just talking. It was nice. It was nice to not be the only one alone.
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Teen FictionIt all started with a rumor. Page Denns has to deal with people making fun of her, but then someone comes along, Jule Geyser. How does Page deal the people who laugh and mock their decisions? What happens with Jule? Will it ever end?!
