The next day, mom tells me I'm not going to be starting school until next year. But as she said it she sort of flipped out on me because I could've got her and dad in jail. Then I would have to go to a foster home and blah blah blah. I mean after all, I do feel bad from what I've done. Running away for six months, being a little brat for my family, being kidnapped by my actual father - which that I can't really help. How can my family still love me when I've betrayed them all? How could Jamison still call me his without shame? I wonder if that's how dad - I mean Kyle. Crap.
Jamison left because his family wanted to spend quality time with him. Now I'm left to do nothing. So I sit in my window bed, staring out into the day. Watching the green grass and branches sway in the wind, leaves flying off the branches. Here comes spring.
A knock comes upon my door and washes away the peaceful silence. Jamison walks in and sits next to me, kissing me slowly. "Hello, my beautiful girl. How are you." He says once he pulls away, but I don't want him to. I think: I'm not beautiful. Get a true look at me, I'm covered in scratches and bruises. My black eye is now healing and it looks disgusting. I have gashes in my back that are sewed shut, bruises of fingers around my neck and arms. Bruises around my wrists from the chain that hung me. But I smile and say, "I'm fine, how about you?"
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Horror(COMPLETED) Just when she thought things couldn't get any worse, everything came tumbling down on her. When Lainna's friends drag her into playing an Ouija board with them, she wished it never happened. She started getting haunted by unknown and...
