My father stared at me. His eyes didn't look as concerning as he made it out to be.
" Ohm you poor thing!" Yelped this rich middle aged lady. She had red Reba hair and had that country accent.
She then came over to me and pushed my father aside.
" Jerry. This is a woman thing and the last thing this poor girl wants is a crowd staring at her and her parents around. How embarrassing." She said as she shoved.
She brought me into a bathroom and started cleaning me up.
"Ohm. You don't have to help me I can do this myself." I scrambled.
"Listen, there is nothing to be ashamed of. You are quite young for your age I admit but with all these hormones now and days almost anything is possible" She said and started grabbing at my dress.
"Please." I cried. "Get away from me! I. ..." My eyes were blood red and my face turned pale. I couldn't let her see me like this, all these bruises and scars.
"Well here." The lady said giving me some tampons it read on the box. "Read the directions and use them as says, if it feels uncomfortable of some sort there are different sizes."
I looked at her and nodded. I watched her walk away forgetting to catch her name. I felt terrible treating her in such a manner but only if she knew. Quickly I washed up and put in the tampons how I thought so was the proper way. I stared at myself in the mirror and smiled, I had to act calm and cool for my sake. I walked out in the public, fake smile and clean dress.
"Ohm darling, I was so worried. I heard what happened." Mother said in the most sarcastic concern.
"Yeah. I'm fine now." I said looking the other way.
"Well we should get going now." Mother said grabbing my hand as we walked out the door on our way to hell.
I lay-ed in my bed. Closing my eyes in deep thought. Nothing had happened, Mother did not get mad and neither did Daddy. I was so prepared for the worst to happen but nothing happened. Believe it or not I was kind of disappointed but relieved. I guess like that lady said, it's girl thing and even Mother could relate.
School was dragging along as usual. Long day, no lunch and boring teachers. One small change had happened though, I gained a friend. Right I meant it, a friend.
"Hey." he said smiling.
"Jake, how. ... is your day going?" I smiled.
"Same old; same old." he shrugged.
"I know what you mean" I stopped. "Well I don't really know what you mean because I don't live your life or anything but, yeah." I said chuckling.
He stopped and laughed with me. Everyday I see him in school, he makes me laugh and even shares with me. He is the only reason why I am not so depressed anymore and it seems like my life is getting a bit better with him here. I started to think to myself, was I having my first crush?
"Hey, lets hang out sometime. That is if you want." Jake said staring at the desk.
What was I to say? Of course I wanted to but, would I even be allowed to leave my cell for other than school and special occasions?
"Ohm." I laughed and started playing with my desk supplies.
"It's okay." He said drawing on a piece of paper.
He looked so disappointed. Imagine how I feel.
Wind whipped my face as the gust grew, gaining more power. I hopped into the vehicle from which Mother drove and stared into the gloomy heavens.
"I need to talk to you." Mother said.
I looked at her and nodded.
"Your father and I are taking a break" She paused.
I looked down as if I cared. Actually I did, I was screaming inside. I hated that bastard. I was overwhelmed with excitement.
"Unfortunately he pays for our maid and I don't have the money alone to pay for one so, I want you to be the maid. I want the house spotless, organized and evenly displayed." She said monotoned.
"Okay." I said in approval of my new task.
"Good." She said looking at me.
Seems like Daddy being away is a good thing. Sure I am being treated like a slave but I just got promoted from being a prisoner!
