Lock-In

Nineteen - Jane's POV

^^ Another Picture of Nevaeh^^ (Even though she's irrelevant to this chapter)

It was just a game. A simple way to have fun and relax, but not for Trish. She was taking it the wrong way. She made the game into a nightmare.

I don't know where I am, but all I know is that Trish betrayed me. For Erica Bronte.

Don't hate me yet, because just like everyone else; I have a story. It started four years ago when we moved to this town. We were a rich family, so I wore brands like Pink and Nike. Trish saw this and forced me into being her friend.

I was instantly popular. As the days went on, I become more miserable as Trish shoved me into tight clothes. She threw out my sweat pants and hoodies. My converse and Nike's were thrown out. Everything was replaced by clothes only suitable for Trish.

Not only did she steal my fashion, she stole any guy who showed affection for me. Let's start by Nerdy Miles. Miles Monty was the cutest nerd. He gave me flowers and chocolates. He asked me out one day, and I of course said yes.

He took me to a library. It wasn't every girl's dream date, but he made it more. He helped me discover a part of myself that Trish had hidden. My love for a good book.

He started helping me. We bought clothes I felt comfy in, he built the old Jane together again; he showed me how to love. Not have sex, but to feel strong for someone else.

Trish saw this. She corrupted him! She slept with him. She threatened him. She made him, not only leave town, but the country. I haven't seen Miles Monty since.

I still remember the look he gave me before he left. It was a look of pure disgust.

It shattered my heart.

But Trish wasn't done with me. She was going to make me know my place. Trish made me give up something I held precious; my virginity.

I-I coul-ldn't...

FLASHBACK

"Jane, you're my wing-woman tonight. I'm going to hook up with Alec tonight. Keep his friends busy, would you?" Trish pleaded clapping her hands together. She looked like a prostitute.

Spandex shorts, a boohoo cross crop top, knee high boots, and you could see some of the lacy panties.

Compared to me in the sweats Miles bought, a Pink branded shirt, and Nike tennis shoes. I think Trish had a heart attack when she saw me.

"How am I going to do that?" I questioned. Trish was leading me to her room, probably to change my outfit. Again. I remember Miles told me to not let her do this, but he hates me now.

"Your a smart girl. Figure it out," she winked and opened the door. She went to her closet and threw a crop top and shorts at me. Ew.

"But what if I don't want to?" I asked looking in disgust at the clothes.

"That's sad. Get dressed and get to the basement," she ordered and left me to change in her slutty clothes.

I changed grudgingly and left to Trish's basement.

***

After a couple of minutes the door bell rang signalling that Alec and his friends were here. Mrs. Rey let them downstairs. 

"So ladies. What are we doing?" Noah asked clapping his hands together. 

"Well, I'm doing Alec," Trish purred basically using Alec to support her.

"Oh. Uhm... Jane?" Noah glanced at me while Trish pulled Alec into the guest bedroom they keep in the basement. She had spent all day making sure everything was perfect in there.

"We could watch some movies?" I offered walking over to Trish's movie shelf.

"Or we could do this," Dylan's voice said huskily behind me. He kissed tenderly on my neck, making me freeze. Did Trish mean this? For me to give up my virginity so easily?

"I think we could wat-" I gasped, cutting myself off, when Dylan's hands found their way under my top and on top of my bra. 

He quickly undid the clasps and lift my shirt. He was reveling me. 

Noah, embarrassed, decided to hide out in the bathroom while I was stuck under Dylan's command. Why was I stuck with this? 

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Hey guys. So, this chapter is short, I know. But it's because I haven't mentioned Jane recently. So I was reading "The Devil Is My Guardian" recently because my friend @KaitlinAlyssaBrown recommended it to me. I was looking through some of the comments because people can be so funny and I see one where Alyssa replied.

The comment had said, "yikkkesssss floral leggings?? this isnt third grade hunny"

And Alyssa took offense to it and replied. She had told the person, who won't be named, that she wore leggings like that. She had said that she was in ninth grade. Then continued to correct the person by telling her to capitalize the 'this' and the apostrophe in 'isnt'. Alyssa wasn't trying to be mean.

The person had told Alyssa she was being childish and that she needed to learn to take a joke. And that if anything, Alyssa was being a hypocrite because she had grammar mistakes in her statement.

For those who know anything about Alyssa: She has been dealt a crappy set of cards. She takes offense to things easily, and she was just trying to tell this person that. So I had to comment.

I told the person that Alyssa was in ninth grade, and she's HUMAN. I also told her that there was no need in calling Alyssa childish.

I had also said "I get it's your comment and your saying what you believe, but there's no deed to call her childish. I'll ask her to take down her comment, but I make no promises. Thank you for telling her to be safe." 

I asked Alyssa to take her comment down, then I took my own down as well. 

Lesson of the story ---->

Don't just say something that could potentially hurt someone. Alyssa had told the comment that everyone has their own fashion.

While I believe she should've stopped there, I also believe that calling people childish and hypocrites is immature and frivolous. Who agrees?

NioJam