Unwanted

Chapter 7

Dream-state. I always wondered why dreams seemed so real. Maybe it was? Perhaps a memory? Maybe from our formal life? I'm not sure. But I'll always wonder.

Chapter 7

I dreamed I was being chased. Chased by boys, teenage boys. What did they want? All I knew is that if I didn't continue running, something bad was going to happen. So I kept running, never stopping.

I woke up with a gasp. I jumped out of bed and looked for my screen door. It wasn't by the end of my bed. All I saw was a dark blue colored wall. Where's my door!

Oh my god. This isn't my room.

I begin panicking. I couldn't breathe. Why can't I breathe?!

I try sucking in air. But nothing's working.

"Woah. Hey. Hey. Your alright. You collapsed. I brought you here." Said a voice to my right.

My head snapped to the sound and I was surprised to see Jared. He looked worried. Why?

"What's happening to me?" I gasped out.

"I think your having a panic attack. Here" he hands me a brown paper bag. "Breathe into this. It'll calm you down."

I listen to what he says. And sure enough, my breathing returns to normal.

"What happened?" I asked quietly.

"I'm not sure. It's probably from your head injury. One second you were pissed, walking back to your house, then the next. You fell. Collapsed. And you kept mumbling things." Jared explained.

Oh no. What did I mumble? I didn't even want to ask.

"Oh. Okay. Well I'll just go home now." I said. But as soon as I said it, I remembered, my chores! Oh no! I'm late. I'm late. What if she's waiting?

I start breathing hard again, and Jared walks over, I flinch from the movement. I see him look at me, confused

"Hey. Calm down. Your fine." He said, but it didn't sound like he believed it.

"I need to go home. I need to go home." I kept mumbling over and over again, while pulling at my hair.

"Why do you need to go home?" Jared asked suspiciously.

I start shaking my head, indicating that I'm not going to tell him.

I begin to stand from the bed I'm lying in. And for the first time, I take a look around the room.

It was modern, normal teenage boy room. There's an ensuite like mine at the end of his room, and pictures on the walls, with a walk in closet. The walls were a dark blue color, I kind of liked it.

I stand from the bed and felt carpet on my feet. Carpeted floors, just like mine. Just his were a cream color, and mine a green color.

I stop staring at the room and start walking to the door, which is right next to his bed.

My head still hurts, but I'm not dizzy anymore.

"Well, erm. Thanks?" I didn't mean for it to sound like a question, but it came out as one.

Jared chuckled and nodded his head once.

"Bye." I muttered. I really didn't want to leave, because I didn't know what awaited for me when I got home.

I took hesitant steps to his screen door and opened it. The cold night air greets me, and I shiver against the cold.

When I'm out of his room, I close the door and walk to my house. It was only about 35 steps to get to my screen door. I opened it. The first thing I saw was the broken lamp, and shattered light bulb.

When I walked in. I froze, waiting to hear any sound, or movement.

I breathed a sigh of relief when I was only greeted by silence.

I looked at the mess. I'm going to have to clean that up before I go to bed.

I closed the door and took small steps to get to the mess on my floor.

The shattered light bulb had a little bit of red stuff on it, blood I thought.

That reminded me. I touched the side of my head only to fell a bandage there.

He patched me up? That's kind of shocking considering how rude he is.

A sigh fell from my lips when I started picking up the broken pieces of glass from the light bulb. I walked to my bathroom with a pile of broken stuff in my hands, and threw it in the trashcan next to the toilet.

After I finished cleaning up the mess, I put some pajamas on. I picked out some black soft fabric shorts, with a white tank top.

I walked to my bed and got under the covers.

How much longer am I going to be able to hide the abuse from everyone? Jared already suspects something. How soon until someone else does? My mom shouts, and the neighbors hear it, I'm sure. But why don't they say anything? Maybe I could have been saved a while ago, before it was to late. But now I'm already broken, I have nothing left. And my own mother despises me. Why? Because I think she believes I'm the reason for dad to leave us. Maybe I am. Maybe he hated me so much he had to leave.

I brush off those thoughts. And my mind drifts off to Jared.

Why did the spoiled jerk help me? I'm nobody. And he's a somebody. He has a family, which he most likely takes for granted. If only he knew the pain I've felt for the last eight years. Then he'd understand. He'd understand that a loving family is the best thing anyone could ever ask for.

I need to stay away from Jared. He already suspects something. And I don't want to end up in the foster care system. I heard it's worse than anything.

I drifted off to sleep thinking of ways to stay clear of Jared.

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Hey guys! I want to thank everyone for the support, it's really fun writing this.

When I told my mom about it, she made me realize that this story might be real for some people out in the world. And my heart goes out to them. But this story is completely fictional.

I'd love some feedback, so comment vote and share!<3

I was wondering, would anyone like a chapter with Jared's P.O.V?!

Comment if you do!😀