Jenny Simmons
We’re losing hope.
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Veronica Curtis: Your little fag’s gone for good. He’s probably in a ditch.
Michelle Choi: Get bent, Veronica. Go do something like stare at your reflection or something.
Veronica Curtis: You’re so mature.
Jenny Simmons: And you’re a whore.
CHAPTER 19:
A blinding light seeped through my eyelids. I opened my eyes to find myself on a stiff bed with white curtains all around. I was faced down on the bed. It took me a while to remember what happened. The ache and sting on my back quickly brought back my memory.
“Ah Matthews, you’re finally awake. I’m Carrie,” the nurse said as she opened the curtains. She looked at me with worry. This was a new sight from the constant glares and disdained looks we got from all other employees.
“Don’t turn on your back,” she warned. “The wounds are still very fresh.”
“What happened to me? How did I get here?”
“After your punishment…” She paused. “A guard brought you here. It’s routinely done."
“Was it Baker?” I asked.
“Are you talking about the guard who brought you here?” she asked, perplexed. “It was Officer Wallace. He’s only been here a week at most.”
I was silent for a while.
“Is there anything you need?”
“Why are you nice to me?” I whispered. She looked outside the curtain, then crouched down to meet me face to face.
“I do not accept the practices of this camp, not with what it has become,” she started. “I’ve been trying to get away from here for years.” I was heavily medicated, but I heard her clearly. I had to come up with a way to help her.
“Pictures,” I whispered.
“What was that?” she asked.
“Take pictures of my back,” I said.
“They’ll find them on my phone,” she said.
“Hide it under my pillow,” I said. “I’ll find a way to sneak it out.”
We heard the door creak open.
“Okay,” she whispered, getting up to leave. “You should get more rest. You’ll find the phone later under your pillow.”
I dozed off when I saw her leave.
“Caleb, wake up,” a muffled voice whispered.
“Who’s there?” I asked.
“Caleb, it’s me.” My eyes focused to the dim light. I was met with hazel-colored eyes. They were full of tears and panic.
“Dean, it’s you,” I said as my eyes became wet. I was still lying on my front. “What are you doing here?” I reached out my hand and it was met with his.
“I didn’t know they could do this to you.”
“Take me away from here, Dean, please,” I begged. “I can’t take another beating. They did it. They broke me.”
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Teen FictionCaleb Matthews had a normal life until one mistake with a Facebook post changed it all. He was kicked out of his house, but he had his friends to help him up. In his journey through self-discovery, he will meet new faces, both good and bad. Like any...
