Cabin 13 ~Book 1~

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I was a freshman in high school the first time I tried alcohol. I was new to school and was invited to my first party.Little did I know that night would become the start of my downfall.I got so wasted that night that I barely even remembered my name. All I could remember from that night was my friend taking pity on me and delivering me home.-Flashback to 1 year ago-"Where the hell were you?!" My step father yelled as soon as I opened the door.Even in my drunken state I remember knowing how much trouble I was in."None of your goddamn business!" I slurred. This was the first time I had cursed at Bill.A part of me felt bad about my behavior, but another part of me, the bigger part, felt enraged that he had the nerve to treat me like I was actually his daughter. He had no right."You will not disrespect me in my own house!" Bill thundered, spittle flying out of his mouth. Bill came up to my face to yell at me, but before he could get a word out he noticed the scent coming off from me."Are you drunk Sydney?" Bill asked in disbelief.I muttered a string of nonsensical words and tried to push him out of the way. Bill grabbed my arms and whirled me back around to face him. The room was spinning and I could feel a headache coming on."For God's sake, you are only fifteen little girl!" Bill snapped."For God's sake you are only fifteen little girl!" I mocked, imitating his voice.That was the first night Bill hit me.He hit me so hard that I flew back against the front door. I swear I could already feel a welt threatening to appear on my otherwise flawless skin.When I saw Bill walking towards me again, I felt the intense need to throw up. Taking that as fate letting me know I could get pay back against Bill, I timed it just right so that as soon as Bill was in reach...I threw up all over him.-End of flashback-After that incident I became more and more reckless. At first I convinced myself that I was drinking to have fun and be a teenager, but deep down I knew that I was doing it to get back at my mom for marrying Bill.I soon became introduced to drugs. I remember some days when I would snort cocaine in the morning and do acid in the afternoons after school.I was becoming a horrible person and taking my anger out on everyone around. Over that year I acquired two tattoos. One was a simple rose that was on my back, and one was a trail of stars on my left wrist.Now that I was sixteen, I had big plans for the summer. Big plans that were now being interrupted by my mother and her husband."Why are you letting him send me away?" I asked my mom as she was driving me to camp Pinewood. I hadn't even packed my own bags. My mom had to pack them because I refused to help her with her plan to get rid of me."You're out of control Sydney. You drink, you smoke, you party, you curse, you ink up your body like some cheap prostitute."Ouch, that hurt"What was I supposed to do?" My mom asked."I don't know. Maybe you could actually try to be a good mother and help me work past my problems." I muttered sarcastically."Camp Pinewood is a camp for troubled teens. It helps set them on the right track. It will be perfect for you." My mom told me.I just remained silent and decided to let it go. There was no way I would be able to get myself out of this situation.About an hour later my mom pulled into a gravel filled parking lot. I checked out the sign and saw Camp Pinewood written on a wooden board. I looked at the rest of my surrounding and saw several log cabins lined up in a circle right in front of a crystal blue lake."We're here." My mom announced."Really? I thought you had pulled into the drive thru at McDonald's." I spat sarcastically."Cut the brat act Sydney, do you really want us to part on a bad note?"I got out of the car, ignoring my mom and giving her an answer. She sighed and got out of the car to help me load my bags. Once she had finished she pulled me in a quick hug and got back into the car. Without so much as a good bye my mom peeled out of the parking lot and left me behind.I picked up my two bags and walked to the closest building to me. I was just opening the door when it was suddenly thrown open.An attractive boy strode out the door. He was tall maybe around 6'2, with shaggy dark brown hair and startling green eyes with brown flecks in them. He had a cigarette hanging out of his lips and he smirked when he saw me obviously checking him out."Take a picture babe, it'll last a hell of a lot longer."And that was the first time that I met Jesse Peirce.