Poguelandia (Kiara x JJ) ~ [COMPLETED]

Chapter 17

Chapter 17

Kiara

I fucking hate my parents.

I knew it. I knew it. I had a gut feeling they would do something fucking insane, but I never, in a million years, ever thought they would send me away.

I admit that talking to JJ helped me understand my parents' point of view. They were worried about me. I disappeared. I can understand that now. And I can see how they might think the Pogues are a bad influence on me, but they don't get it. They never have.

The Pogues are my family. Not my parents.

Especially now.

After the fight with JJ, I was really hurt. He knew the perfect thing to say to hurt me, and he did. The walk back to my house gave me a lot of time to think about what he said.

I still think he's wrong. I also don't think he truly believes what he said to me. I think he was just conflicted during that conversation and just said whatever he could think of to push me away.

And I guess it worked at the time.

I decided that going home and giving him space to think shit through was best.

But I never thought I wouldn't be there for when he would be ready. If he would be ready.

I never even got the chance to apologize again and really talk to my parents. Two men were waiting for me at home to take me away.

And my parents just stood there and watched as I was forcibly taken away from them.

So yeah, no more parents for me. I never want them in my life ever again.

A bump in the road interrupts my train of thought, and I look out the window as we start slowing down. There are two men standing guard, and the guy driving the van rolls down his window as he pulls up.

"I have Kiara Carrera," he says to the man holding the clipboard.

The man looks down, checks his list, and then nods his head and gestures our van forward.

I turn around and watch out the window as the gates lock me in.

My lower lip starts to tremble, and the familiar burn in my nose triggers tears to form in my eyes. Sadness starts overcoming my anger after watching those gates close, but I will my tears away and prepare myself for the brutality I know is coming soon.

I've survived this long. I can survive this.

The road ends, and the forest opens up to long wooden walkways leading to separate cabins. The two men driving the van get out of the vehicle, and the driver opens my door to let me get out.

I take a deep breath, bracing myself, and exit the van.

They lead me inside a small cabin that's empty except for a table with a pair of clothes and a duffle bag sitting on top.

"Get changed into those clothes and put all of your belongings into the duffle bag," one of the men informs me before closing the door behind me.

I let out a sigh, quickly changing into the t-shirt and shorts with 'Kitty Hawk Adventure Therapy' written on both items of clothing. I stuff my tank top and shorts into the bag. Luckily, I get to keep my shoes.

Once I'm finished changing, I pick up the duffle bag and open the door to the cabin. Both the men are waiting there for me. One of them holds out their hands, and I place the bag in his hand before following them across the camp.

As we walk, we walk past many of the other girls that are here.

And all of them look equally miserable.