Unanchored: Inspired by Demi Lovato (book 1 of the unanchored series)

29.⚓️

Christmas break was over and today was the first day back to school after New Year's Day. I had already been assigned homework and I had two tests later this week on the same day. It was lunch time and I was sitting next to Rina and Michaela talking to one another. I did not expect them to get along but here they are hitting off well. Wow, I am appalled, and I am happy. Happy that I have both girls in my life. They were like my sisters, as I said more than enough times before.

While those two were talking up a storm, I was staring off into space. I couldn't concentrate on their conversation or anything. I don't know why. No, I do know why. Dennis is Michaela's fucking uncle. Dennis, the guy who raped me, he is related to Michaela. God, no offense, but her whole family is fucked up except her mom. Just the thought of Dennis being back in my life again, made me realize that I could never escape him. He makes me feel so powerless, like I am his puppet and he's the one who's pulling my strings. No matter how many times I try to run away from this guy, he just keeps coming back. Why does he keep coming back? What does he want from me? Instantly, my breathing had become abnormal and my chest felt so tight, that I could not breathe. I need to get out of here. I need to leave now.

Jade, are you okay? Rina asked, looking at me as she and Michaela both looked concerned. I nodded, pretending that everything was fine. Y-Yes, I just need to use the restroom. Ill be right back. I reassured them. Do you want me to come with you? Michaela asked. No, I dont want you to come with me, Im not fucking handicapped, Mick. Rina furrowed her eyebrows, Were just worried about you, Jade. You dont have to act like a bitch. I raised my eyebrows in shock at Rinas choice of words. I chuckled, shaking my head, You know what. Both of you can sincerely go fuck yourselves. I said, picking up my tray and throwing the paper plate of greasy pizza and water bottle into the trash can. I ought to climb myself in there, while Im at it, since Im a piece of trash. I dont know why I lashed out on them like that. Im taking my anger out on the people that I love. The real person who I am mad at, its Dennis. Dennis made me like this. He made me hate every part of my body. When touched me with his cold hands, all I could think about why did I ever become friends with this guy? Why did I trust him so much? I barely knew him. Why did I think for a second that someone in their fucking forties only wanted to talk to some high schooler and just share cigarettes with her, even though, he never liked when I did it. He told me that smoking was bad for me, like I didnt already know that. It was as if he was my father. Sometimes, he did act like my father and I found it fucking weird.

Sometimes he would say, why do you swear so much? or you need to do something about that mouth of yours? One time, I was so high, that I could barely open my eyes. I guess he thought I was asleep or something because my eyes were shut but I heard everything he said. He told me that I was pretty, that I was his baby girl. That shit really grossed me out, it grossed me out so bad that I wanted to laugh but I did not want him to know that I was listening. Then he touched my cheek and said, Youd look even prettier if you stopped dying your hair. Youre probably a brunette, you sure look like one, JJ. I hated when he called me that.

After I nearly cried myself to death in the hallway, I decided that I need to go to the bathroom to throw some water on my face. I am pretty sure a teacher saw me cry but they did not say anything, they kept on walking. I honestly think that it was best that they left me alone because I would have cursed them out and gotten myself detention.

As Im walking to the bathroom, I feel my phone vibrate against me. I took it out of my back pocket jeans and looked to see that Emma texted me. That was odd, she hadnt texted me or called me in a while. I hope everythings all right. I opened the text and it said, " I'm sorry that Ive been ignoring your calls, but I really need you. I checked the time and it read: 12:30. What the fuck? I can't leave school now; I have three more classes today. Where are you? I texted back. I'm at home. Theres something wrong with the baby. Okay, I'll be there. Is your mom and dad home? I texted. No, my moms at the studio and my uncles took my dad out for the day. I told them that I didnt feel good, so they let me stay home. Please tell me you're coming. I'm coming. I dont know how I am, but Im coming. I replied.

Well, how do you like the shrimp on that Barbie? This is just fucking dandy. How am I supposed to haul ass from my school to Los Angeles? I need to think. Who do I know will bend over backwards for me? Well, I could ask Uncle Manny but then again, were not in a good place. Oh, I know. Maybe, I'll ask Aunt Becky, shell drive me. She can't say no to me because I know something she doesnt.