A disastrous book

Chapter 14: Insane

Riley 2.0's POV

"And then Alex shat himself-" Riley couldn't get her words out because of how hard she was laughing while Alex abruptly got off his chair and stood behind her, putting her in a headlock, making her laughter turn into wheezing as she struggled to breath.

"You swore you would never tell that to anyone!" He yelled, his face turning into a crimson shade of red.

I smile at their interaction.

If I didn't know them by now, I would have probably gotten worried, but I've come to realise that that's just their strange way of showing each other affection.

I shake my head at the two when she elbows him in the stomach, taking advantage of when he bent down in pain to grab his neck and violently ruffle his hair.

I wish I could be as carefree as Riley. She is the most unapologetic, smart and funny person I have ever met. Her attitude to life is so refreshing. She's not toxic, like most of the girls I've met. She is genuinely kind and caring to the people she loves.

I look down at my food as I remember our brief "talk" Saturday night. I can't believe I said that. She must have thought I was a weirdo.

Luckily, I caught myself before I ranted about how I felt.

I haven't told anyone this, and I wasn't planning on it. They'll just think I'm crazy and throw me in some psych ward.

Instead, I just sit here quietly smiling, pretending to be normal and hoping no one sees through my act, because lately I've been feeling anything but normal.

It all started the day before school started...

I wake up with a jolt.

I look around me, an unfamiliar place meets my eyes.

Where am I ?

I notice I'm lying in a bed. I'm in small room, a tiny suitcase is placed on the floor next to a closet, right next to it is a door leading to a bathroom, I assume.

I blink and rub my eyes with the back of my hand, frowning when I see a large bruise on my forearm once I retract it. I get in to a seated position and look around. This room looks kind of familiar.

"Sinclair! Where is that bitch?" An angry voice yells. I flinch when the door flies open, revealing a short, bald man.

My stomach instantly drops at the sight of him. Now him, I know.

His beady eyes turn into slits when they land on me.

"There you are" he advances towards me and harshly grabs my hair as I yelp, still feeling a bit disorientated.

"I don't let you live under MY roof and eat MY food for you to sit on your ass and do nothing. You have customers."

Why does this sound familiar? Like I've heard it before. Lived it before.

"Sorry, sir" I gulp.

He lets go of me, but not before smacking my face with the back of his hand.

He then leaves me cradling my flaming cheek. It's all coming back to me now. I don't know what happened, the second I woke up I felt like I have forgotten who I am and where I was.

Maybe all these years of abuse and malnourishment caused by my parents are finally catching up to me.

I change into my outfit, dreading what's coming next.

....

Painfully long hours pass when I'm done with my "shift".

I always feel disgusting after I'm finished. I usually take long showers to get rid of the feel of their hands on me, but sadly, it's imprinted on my skin, like invisible tattoos covering my whole body. Everywhere they touched, everywhere they groped...