What Really Happened

03

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Note: any chapter in italics, is a flash back! Ily ❤️

"Christa-" I stop "Mom! I'm going out with some friends, okay! Be back soon." I hurry down the stairs. Almost tripling on the last step. Christa is waiting at the bottom of the stairs. She gives me a weird look and crosses her arms over her chest. Fuck you too.

"Not in that your not." I look down. I'm wearing light, tight fitting jeans with holes, a dark crop top shirt, and Jordan's. Red ones. I have my hair up in a messy bun and a face full of makeup. Because let's face it, I'm gross.

"What's so wrong with what I'm wearing?" I cross my arms, mimicking her. She rolls her eyes. I thought it was fine.

"I can see your stomach, your tits, and those jeans are skin tight!" I glare at her and push past her. That's the whole point dumbass.

"I don't care! Just leave me alone!" I quickly open the front door and slam it behind me. Derek is already waiting, parked on the side of the road. I run down to his blue pickup truck and jump in. He looks over at me.

"You look hot as hell." He grabs my thigh and I quickly lean over and kiss him. He moves his hand up to my chest and I tense up. Not sure if I'm ready for that kind of attention on front of Christa.

"Not here." I whisper between kisses. He sighs and leans back in his seat, moving his hand to the wheel. He speeds down the road and heads toward the back road. "Where are we going?" I look out the window trying to think of where we could possibly be going. All I see are trees. Waat?

"You'll see." That's all he said. You'll see.

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We have the passenger seat back. Derek is on top of me. You'll see, he said. He told me he loved me. He told me he wanted to be with me. He said I was beautiful. Yeah, I bet I was all that after you got in my pants and then left huh, Derek.

You hurt me. You really did. You'll see. That's all you said. Derek, I loved you. I wanted it to be perfect you know. For my first time. I wanted it to be special. Something I could remember. That I wanted to remember. But no. You used me, got what you wanted, then left me on the side of the road. I was hurt, scared, and tired.

You abused me. When I didn't do what you wanted, you would hit me. I don't know why I stayed. I guess I wanted the attention. But you know what, Derek, I'm tired of this, or you.
Tired of all the bullshit in my life. I'm so done with this crap life. I want to be normal. Not a screw up. Why can't I just be normal. Why can't I have the perfect hair, the perfect body, perfect teeth, just. Perfect.

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That's when I gave up. Gave up on you, gave up on being happy, gave up on trying... Honestly, I gave up on everything. I stopped trying to impress you. I stopped being such a slut. And I stopped talking. To you, to Christa, to everyone. Everyone but Marcus. He was my everything. I wanted to protect him. Protect him from what I had to go through, what I had to see. He deserved a perfect life. Something I would never get.

Christa was a junky. She was always out partying. Cheating on James whenever he was out of the house. And each time she came home, it was always worse than the last. Either she was crawling her way into the house or she came home with another guy that I would never see again, or she would come home screaming, waiting for the perfect time to hit me. I don't think I've ever seen her sober. But I think if she ever did  sober up, things would be so much easier. For all of us. Even though we all knew that would never happen, we still waited. Waiting for nothing.

A/N- I know I haven't updated lately. I've been having some personal issues. But I promise there will be more soon! Ily all! 💜💜