Trust Me

Always Abuse

Just to let you guys know that I won't be posting for a while. I am going on a school camp that goes for a whole school term. It doesn't have any internet, but I will be writing while I'm there so when I get back there will be much more to read. Thank you for reading and enjoy! x

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“You look so different when you smile,” Jake told me as a broad grin lit up his face. “Almost like this celebrity that my friends were obsessed with for a few weeks,”

Instinctively my face hardened. Not again. Could we have a normal conversation without mentioning my past or anything about me?

“So tell me about your family,” I said as genuinely as possible while trying to steer clear of any topics relating to me.

“Well, you know about Paige,” he said as he gave me a sorrowful look. “Since she died, everything changed. My family moved here. This tiny little village was apparently a good place to ‘heal’. They also got new jobs, now my dad is a dentist and my mum works at the supermarket.”

“Do you have any other siblings?” I asked Jake.

“No,” Jake snapped back at me. His cheeky grin disappeared as a dark frown changed his expression completely.

I jerked my hand away from where our fingers touched.

“Sorry Juliette,” Jake begged me. “I don’t even know why I snapped at you. Forgive me?” I slowly nodded at his earnest expression. As confusing as he was, Jake always knew how to make me forgive him.

“Your hands are freezing, Juliette,” Jake told me as he rubbed his warm, tanned hands against mine. “Don’t your hands know the seasons?” He joked. “It’s summer, so they should be nice and warm,”

I laughed at his cute joke. He was the only one who could make me laugh. His comedic act made me forget everything that I wanted to forget. I liked being here with him. Little did I know that I would regret my decision.

Living at the beach box had been life changing. I could finally see the girl that I had been all those years ago, the real me. All the poison of lies and hate were leaving my veins. I was going to be the sweet, innocent girl that had once been truly happy.

But enough daydreaming, I thought. It’s time to wash.

I waited until most of the tourists had left, I found the sliver of soap that I’d hidden in my backpack and a towel. My hair felt disgusting, after some time on the road it had really deteriorated.

“I’m going down to the water,” I told Jake.

“Okay then,” he mumbled, seeming distracted as he looked down at his phone.

The water felt so clean and fresh against my skin. It had been a hot summer’s week and I needed a cool down. My clothes felt so strange against my skin in the water. I wanted to keep them on so I didn’t get sunburnt.

I felt something tickle my feet as I lathered my skin and hair with soap. Little schools of fishes danced past my blistered toes.

Using soap in the ocean wasn’t good for the little fish, but surely they would understand. It’s not like I did it everyday. I started to whisper an apology to the little fish but before I could say a word, they disappeared into the mysterious, blue ocean.

I scrubbed my hair and pulled my hand back. I stared at my hand in shock, it was covered in dark brown goo.

The dark brown hair dye was coming out, it was part of my act and I needed it to blend in. My hair colour was a giveaway for anyone who really knew who I was. It had been a light brown colour, almost caramel.