Aspen Tate had everything; wealthy parents, all the newest trends, popularity, good grades, the hottest boy in school and the best friends anyone could ask for. But her life isn't as perfect ad it seems. When her world starts to fall apart, who will...
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My parents have turned up at the hotel, ready to take me home. Mikey and I are both a mess as he helps me pack up the few things I have here.
"I promise you, I'll pick you up from school everyday and take you out. And I'll be back first thing on your birthday to get you." Mikey wraps his arms around me. "Thanks Mikey. I'm so lucky to have you. I love you so much." I mumble into his chest. "Oh, how sweet. Now let's go, Apsen." My mother calls from the door. I squeeze my eyes shut, tightening my grip on Mikey. "Please don't let them take me." I whisper. His arms tense. "I'm so sorry, Asp. I can't do anything about it." "Please. Please. Please, Mikey." I beg as tears start rolling down my cheeks. He kisses the top of my head and lets me go. My father grabs my waist, pulling me from the room. I grip Mikeys torso tighter, sobbing. "Please, Mikey. Don't let them take me!" His hands claps around the back of his head and he chews his lip. "Come on, child. It's not the end of the world." My father sneers. "No! No! You can't make me! Let go!" I sob, trying my best to escape his grip. He digs his elbow into my side. I yelp in pain. "Stop! Let me go! I hate you!" I scream, thrashing around.
Eventually, I'm between all the screaming and the tears, my mother and father get me down stairs and into the car. I sit in the back seat, my backpack on my lap, and tears still streaming down my face. "You won't leave the house unless it's for school. We will drop you off. We will pick you up. No friends." My father says sternly from the front seat. "What?! You can't do that! You've already ruined my life enough! What about Mikey?" I exclaim. My father scoffs. "That piece of shit? He can do whatever he wants. Just nowhere near you." "No phone." My mother chimes in. "Yes! No phone. All devices will be handed over to us when we get home. We will know all of your passwords." My father smiles wickedly. My mouth hangs open. "You can't do that!" I throw my hands up "Yes we can. Now shut up, you're giving me a migraine." I throw my head back against the seat and close my eyes. How could Mikey let them do this? He didn't even try to stop it!
•••••••• Fifteen minutes and a walk through hell later, we arrive 'home'. The minute I walk through the door, my father holds out his hands. "Phone." I roll my eyes and hand it over . "Password?" I give him a fake password. He raises his eyebrows and walks away. "Go to your room." He calls over his shoulder. I hurry up the stairs and into my room. I gasp when I see it. All my pictures, posters and furniture are gone. The once blue walls are now a dull grey. In place of my beautiful four poster bead, now lies an old, stained single mattress. They can't make me live like this, it's insane. I flip onto the floor and cry.
