The Self-Harmed

~Stepdaughter~

The stylist's name was Jenna. She was quick with my makeup and hair, because she knew what she was doing. I pulled on a red dress and a pair of black heels. I hurried down stairs.

"You're Jackson's step daughter right?" A woman asked. "You are just so pretty."

"His daughter, yes." I said sternly.

"Do you know where he is?" She asked, tripping a little, as I narrowed my eyes. "I work with him." "Sure, He's in the ally, out front."

"Okay." She turned to the front door, and Caden caught her shoulders.

"She's kidding he's by the pool."

"Thanks," She left

Jackson walked out of the kitchen, and into the formal living room.

"You are so evil." I laughed.

"An alley?" He questioned.

"You want to test out our stuff in the basement after the party?" I questioned.

"Yeah definitely."

After gaming all night we both walked into the dining room Eyes swollen and red. Our teacher greeted us with a smile and said something in French. She asked something in French. Caden and I looked at each other and then looked at her.

"Huh?"

"You both look like hell. You have to be ready for French. It's an art."

"We're ready." Caden Nodded.

"Good now sit. I have some books for you, and some tapes."

We both sat down. My head began to nod.

"Charlotte." Mrs. Kalen said, but it was, Caden she had scared.

After she left Caden and I had went back to the basement. We had turned on our tapes to learn but ended up falling asleep. For the next couple of days we met with Mrs. Kalen. And soon it was time to go back to school.

But I was glad that I got this chance to be with Caden. I missed him. I wonder if he felt like he could trust me. If he felt the need to cut, would he tell me?