You Know (C.C / You)

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warning: mention of child abuse

•••

I remember his stomach hanging out, over his jeans that were obviously to tight on him. When he bent over, you could see his ass crack. Wasn't a pretty sight. He would always wear his tight blue jeans and his white tank-top.

My sister loved him, I, on the other hand, did not. He was a dick, it was as simple as that. My sister didn't see that. All she saw was our loving father, the man our mother once loved.

Then again, she was only ten, and I was thirteen. Ten isn't that young, you might say. But we didn't know much, we didn't have common sense. We didn't grow up going to school. My sister could barely read.

We spent our childhood locked up in a room. A dark room, with no lights or windows. The door was a one sided locking door. We had a pillow and a blanket, occasionally getting food and water.

He'd come in and yell at us. I'd tell my sister to turn around and don't listen, don't look at him. I didn't want her to see the things he did to me. I didn't want her to hear me crying or screaming. So I stayed quiet, my mouth shut, my eyes tightly closed.

I had to do what I had to do, you know?

•

Present Day, Miami

Camila twisted her combination, opening her locker. She got the things she needed, then shut it.

It was the end of the day, and she was getting ready to leave. The straps of her back was on her shoulders, her hands untangling her earbuds, plugging them into her phone and then putting them in her ear. She pressed shuffle on the current playlist she was listening to, then began to walk out of the school.

Camila walked by the office, glancing into the window of it, getting a quick look into the Principal's office. She was two girls sitting in chairs, and that was it.

Camila's walk home took about ten minutes. She didn't pause her music when she walked in, knowing nobody was home. Her mother was at work at the hospital, her father was out on a business trip, and her sister was at after school daycare.

She walked up the steps and into her room, closing the door behind her. She threw her bag onto the ground, then collapsed onto her bed. Her phone buzzed, interrupting her music. Camila got her phone out, her eyes scanning the text message.

She sighed, pausing her music, and waited.

•

"I would like for us to go by Reese and Y/N Smith," I said.

"Okay," he nodded, scribbling something down. "Y/N, you'll be placed into senior year, and Reese, you'll be in freshmen year."

I took a glance over at my fifteen year old sister. She had just turned fifteen about a month ago. It was almost the end of the school year - it was March, sadly. Four more months to go.

We had moved to Miami because some asshat decided to look us up on the internet net, and tell everyone about Reese and I and our past.

"Alright," I said. "Is that all?" I looked behind the Principal, seeing a girl walking down the sidewalk with her earbuds in, then looked back to the Principal.

"Yep," he gave us a small smile. "I'm Mr. Wake. And you two will be starting tomorrow."

He handed us our schedules and smiled at us again. I took it, as did Reese, and we both stood up.

"Have a nice afternoon," he called to us.

"Thanks," I replied, holding the door open for my sister, then walking out. I unlocked the car, getting into the driver's seat, Reese in the passenger.

"This school seems nice," Reese commented, looking out the window. "Miami is nice."

"Yeah," I mumbled, starting the car. "Hopefully we can stay."

Reese didn't say anything after that, and either did I.

•

"I found this shit head outside," is the first thing Camila heard when she opened the front door.

Camila blinked, looking at her taller best friend, then next to her, eyes resting on the boy with the shaggy brown hair.

"Let him go, Dinah," Camila sighed out. "And Austin, go home. Please."

"I - okay," Austin mumbled, his cheeks flushing red before running off next door, slamming his front door shut.

Dinah grinned at Camila, pushing pass her and into Camila's house. Camila sighed again and shut the door, turning around to see Dinah already laying down on the couch.

"Why are you so mean to him?" Camila asked, sitting down onto the chair. Camila's living room consisted of a fireplace, a coffee table in the middle of the room, a sofa, two chairs, and a flat screen TV above the fireplace.

"He's creepy," Dinah shrugged, like that explained everything. And then she glanced at Camila and knew she needed to elaborate. "Mila, I sometimes catch him staring at us through his window."

"Fair enough," Camila settled, then looking at the TV as Dinah turned it on. "I think we're getting new students tomorrow."

"You do? Why?" Dinah looked over at Camila, then back to the TV.

"On my way out, I saw two girls sitting in the Principal's office," Camila explained. "Or they could've been in trouble. I don't know, but my guess is new students."

"Oh, cool," Dinah murmured. Camila rolled her eyes, knowing Dinah didn't listen to her.

Camila took her phone out when it buzzed again, and saw a text message from her mother.

"Come on," Camila stood up. "We gotta walk Sofi home."

Dinah groaned, but got up and turned the TV off.

•

When we got to our new house, Reese immediately went inside. I stayed in the car, taking a look at our new house.

It was a one story house, but it was nice. Behind the house were woods, and in the front was a large, old tree. We had a small porch, and a long driveway.

Once we..got away from our dad, we got a lot of money. Inherited it from our mom. Reese was upset when we didn't buy a large mansion, but in all honesty, we didn't need one. Why pay more taxes when theirs only two of us?

I got out of the car, and as I did so, I heard the garage next door open. I looked over to see a girl about my age, walking towards me.

"You're our new neighbor?"

"Yeah," I leaned against the car.

"You go to the high school up the street?" I nodded. "Same. I'm Lauren."

She stuck her hand out for me to shake, which I did.

"I'm Y/N," I introduced myself. "Sister is in side."

Lauren nodded, "We should hangout sometime. You seem cool enough."

Lauren was blunt. I liked it.

"Sure," I nodded. "I gotta go get dinner started. I'll see you?"

Lauren eyed me, but then nodded, "Yeah."

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just a sneak peak at a new book I'm working on.

don't rush for updates, I'm working on them. I'm still plotting this whole thing out.

thanks!

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-Gracie