Why am I here?? ~Dean Ambrose

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"Janessa Rae... You are free to leave!" Said a middle aged nurse, who was at my side unhooking me from my machines that where pumping liquid into my body. After all those stupid tests to make sure I was okay I'd sure say I'm allowed to leave!

"Ugh praise The Lord, I'm finally out of this hell hole!!" I said with a bit too much anger in my voice and immediately felt bad afterward. I think the nurse noticed I felt bad by the look on my face.

"It's okay sweetheart, I understand that you do not want to be here, and would rather be home with your friends..." She started saying but was interrupted by a loud bang and Taylor walking in.

"Come on let's go!!! Let's get you out of here and into some real clothes!" She said excitedly "This thing you have on is stylish, yet it shows your whole bum."

"Okay Tay I'm coming!!" I replied.
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As we drove through our city I just watched out the window, sighing at all the landmarks ive seen, and been at. With my mom and dad before my dad left and my mom remarried Robert. I sighed, remembering my childhood that I would give anything to go back to, no cuts, no scars... Just a happy family, running around and laughing. That is until I was eight... I felt my eyes sting and decided it was too much I was crying, so I just put my headphones in and closed my eyes, being absorbed into my music.

Later when I finally returned to Taylor's house, my moms car was in the driveway, I was so confused. Why would they be home? They aren't supposed to be home until next week.  I still went back to Taylor's house to get my things.

"Taylor why is my moms car in the driveway??" I said to Taylor.

"Hmmm... I don't know! Wanna go check it out??" She replied.

"Umm, ya... Sure lets go!!" Taylor and I left her house and made our way to my house.

"I'll wait out here and give you and your family some time!" Taylor said.

"Fine... if you must!" I say dramatically, slowly letting go of her arm and pretending i'm in a soap opera.

I enter my home but do not see anyone... I walk up the stairs to check my moms room and see nothing so I quickly run to my room, putting on a pair of denim shorts and a long sleeve sweater. I jump slightly when something falls in the kitchen and startles me. I slowly walk down to the kitchen to see what happened.
As I enter my kitchen feel a slight confusion enter my body,  because it's Robert, my stepdad. Why is it just Robert, not my mom?

"Oh, ugh... hi Robert?? Why are you here
without my mom?!?" I asked Robert.

"Hey gorgeous." He said making his way over to me. I see him walking and question him about why he was so close. Before I could say a word he was right in front of me.

"What are you-" I started but was cut off by him grabbing the button on my shorts and undoing them.

"I bet you are better than your mom!" He said creepily looking me up and down.

"GET OFF ME YOU CREEP... TAYLOR, TAYLOR HELP ME!!" I yell as loud as I can but it only comes out slightly louder than a my normal voice. But somehow she heard me and came flying into the door.

"GET OFF OF HER!!!!!!!" Taylor screamed pushing Robert off of me.

"LETS GO!!" I scream to Taylor as we run out of the house and stop when we are at her house across the road...

"I don't want to be so close to him, let's go somewhere!!" I say truthfully to Taylor.

"STARBUCKS?!?!?" She said, looking hopefully at me.

"Fine lets just go!" I say back, she just smiles and gets into the car.

As we drive I just look down in disbelief... My step dad just tried to rape me...

And my mom is who knows where without a car. I pull out my phone quickly and call my mom, it goes to voicemail. I don't bother leaving a voicemail and just hang up. I pull my fingers through my knotted purplish pink hair, I try to pull through but it's too knotted and I am unable to manage.

"Check the glove box!" Taylor said to me. I opened the box, confused until a saw a brush.

"You're a life saver!" I smiled at her, she winked and I brushed through my nappy hair. Happy and content once I'm finally done.

I grabbed out my phone to check if my mom had texted me at all, she hadn't. Although I did get one of my daily "kill yourself" texts from the douchebags who hate me. Fun!

I didn't let myself get sad over this text, I'm over it. It's stupid anyways. I just chuckled and deleted the text, putting my phone away in my back pocket.

Pushing forward to turn on the music, trying to get my mind off of the recent events of my life.

One direction came on and I smiled. Taylor was dancing a little and humming, I was lightly singing, focusing on the lyrics instead of my step dad and what had just happened.

Eventually after about 20 minutes we had reached the farthest Starbucks we knew of. As we walked in I smiled, loving the smell. We walked up to the counter to order our drinks. "I'll have an iced caramel macchiato please, and a very berry hibiscus please." Taylor ordered for me, knowing my favourite drink and that I don't like to order my stuff on my own.

I smiled at her and patiently waited for our Starbucks. As we drank and talked about the stupidest stuff.