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We had pulled up to this huge glass mansion, like extremely huge, with a gate surrounding the whole house, and a fountain in the middle of the yard. "Wow."
"It's not really that great." He said simply.
I scoffed, "Not great?! Are you blind? This is the most beautiful house I've ever seen!" I exclaimed.
He didn't reply he just pulled up to the gate, put a password in and the gate doors opened.
He parked his car, and got out while I followed.
Man this house is huge.
"I know."
Why do I keep voicing my thoughts?
"I don't know, you tell me?"
Just shutup Jennifer.
"Your still doing it you know." He said chuckling.
I didn't know I was walking so close, until I stepped on the back of Calvin's converse, right when I was about to apologize he spoke.
"Pat me on my back three time Jennifer." He ordered.
I looked at him confused, "What?"
"I said, pat -- "
"No I heard what you said, I mean why?"
He stopped walking up to the door and turned around. "When you step on the back of someones shoes, your supposed to pat them on the back three times so they won't get bad luck." He explained.
"Yeah, I'm not about to do that. I don't believe in "bad luck" ."
"We aren't going anywhere then."
"God, your childish. " I said rolling my eyes.
Where is this boldness coming from?
Next thing you know I was pinned up against the house and I started to panic.
Oh God, why didn't I just pat his back, now he's gonna hit me!
I closed my eyes, "Please don't hit me, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'll pat your back if you just let me go, I promise!" I yelled in a whisper, holding my head down, trying to keep my emotions in order.
"Jenni?"
That name.
"Jenni?"
NO!
I felt a hand touch my face.
"Please! No! "
I slid down the wall and started rocking back and forth, wrapping my arms around my knees.
"Jenni, Jenni, Jenni? Little piece of shit. *SLAP* You'll never be shit Jenni. *PUNCH* Your mother never loved you. *KICK* "
"NO! She did love me! She loved me! She loved me!"
I was now bawling my eyes out.
I felt someone pick me up, "Don't hurt me!"
"Shh, It's gonna be okay. "
It'll never be okay. Not in this lifetime. Not in MY lifetime.
I felt myself being laid on something, which I'm sure is a bed, and it was very comfortable, and right away I was sleeping like a baby.
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I woke up on a bed. Not MY bed, because it never feels this comfortable.
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No Way Out
Teen FictionJennifer Lewis, seventeen years old, gets abused by her father, every since her mother died. She doesn't have friends, and the only time she gets to leave the house is if she has to go to school or run errands, her father beats her and her four year...