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

39.⚓️

"I'm sorry that I had to pull you out of school all of a sudden, but I'm glad that you are coming home." Aunt Becky said, driving me to my grandparents' house. "I'm not coming home, I'm only seeing my sister. That's all. Whatever you have planned for me and Gracie, you can just shove it up your red crotch." I said, insulting my aunt and crossing my arms while I looked out the window on my side. She shakes her head, "You still haven't changed." "What does that mean?" I asked. "It means what I just said, Jade. You haven't changed at all. You are still the same person, even after your parents passed away. When are you going to learn to grow up and act your age? In four years, you will be twenty, practically an adult, you need to stop acting like a baby and stop running away from your life!" She scolded while she kept her hands and eyes on the steering wheel.

"You don't even understand. You think you know everything, but you don't." I mumbled. She scoffed and said, "I do know everything, Jade. I am forty-three years old, I know everything about life that I need to know. I know you're not exactly living the glamorous life with the perfect family and the perfect home but just because your parents are dead, doesn't mean that you have to shut the rest of the world out! Life's hard? No shit. Of course, life is hard. Whether you want to believe it or not, everybody's life sucks, Jade. Just because you're in a pit, doesn't mean you have to stay down there. You can climb out or you can just...sit there and wait for someone to save you."

I don't know why but that was the second time that Aunt Becky had made me cry. The first time was when I was at United Skates of America and she told me that my parents had been in a car accident. I'll never forget that day as long I live, that day was the day the world caved in on me. This was the second time. I know she's right, every word she said was true. I shouldn't shut out my family just because my life is in shambles.

Considering what happened to me two months ago, with the whole rape thing and my biological mother contacting me out of the blue, I don't know if I am ready to grow up. For fuck's sake, I'm only a kid. I don't know what the fuck I'm doing with my life. I shouldn't be worrying about where I'll have to lay my head tomorrow or if I might get raped again when I'm out on the streets before and after curfew. My innocence is gone and I can't get it back. Charlie was at the beginning of me losing my innocence when I exposed myself to drugs, and Dennis is at the end because he raped me twice.

"I'm sorry I said all of that but it had to be said." Aunt Becky says as she stops the car at the red light. When she looked in my direction, I was wiping my wet eyes. I thought she was going to say something but she looked away and turned the radio on. While she was switching between stations, the light turned green and the person in the car behind us honked their horn. Aunt Becky groans and puts her right hand back on the steering wheel.

As she's driving, she makes this disturbing face as if she's about to throw up. She quickly pulls the car to the side of the road and she opens the door, poking her head out of the car and vomiting in the grass. I immediately asked, "Aunt Becky, are you okay?" I saw her head go up and down as she nodded, coughing up a storm. "Jesus, what the hell did you eat?" I asked, opening the glove compartment and searching for a napkin or something to dry her mouth with.

She sticks her head back in the car, breathing heavily and trying to regain her strength to open her eyes, which were closed. When she opened her eyes, tears run down her face and she reaches for her bottle of water. She unscrewed the cap and let the water fall in her mouth. "Here. Take this." I said, handing my aunt Starbucks napkins and half of a tube of regular Mentos that I managed to find in the compartment. She spits the water outside of the car and closed the door, taking the mints and the napkins from me. "Thanks." She says, wiping her mouth and chucking a mint in her mouth.

"Seriously, though. What did you eat? Was it that nasty hospital food in their cafeteria or did you bring some of Uncle Stan's chicken casserole to work?" I asked, trying to figure out if she had thrown up because something didn't sit well in her stomach or maybe she was...no she couldn't be. "Wait a minute, are you...?" I asked and she unhesitantly nodded. "I'm only a month long. Everyone thinks it going to be a boy but I think it might be a girl." She said, looking down at her stomach and rubbing it.