In love with a Lolita

Chapter 12 - Trouble

In love with a Lolita

~ Chapter 12 – Trouble ~

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It was as if a thousand bricks had hit me on the head, I was numb when I woke up. I was in darkness again and I gasped as I shot up. Rookie mistake because my body groaned with more pain, my cheeks hurt and I felt like a million bucks really.

I saw my surrounding and I realised where I was, I wasn’t dead. I shivered in pain and I felt my heart sink to my stomach. Who saved me? What I realised later on was the curtains were still drawn; my legs shook heavily when I tried to get up. The bed groaned and so did my body and I cried silently, this was torture. I flashbacked to the pain of the water hitting my body, as I slowly walked towards the window I opened the curtains.

The sun beamed down on me, I knew it was morning and not the night. I wasn’t sure how long I was clonked out for and I was desperate to run away right now but I stopped. I looked hard at myself in the mirror, I looked like a zombie no worse, my cheeks was still raw red and my hair was chaotic. I looked like a nightmare, but worst of all I was still stuck in it.

All because I was heavily adamant on to finding out what happened to my father. I was leading up to all these connections and I wasn’t sure where it was coming from. I get this information from guys who are bad, and then I had the janitor. Cyrus, the man of all trades who I don’t know anything about, he makes me feel strange and he was even stranger. I was in turmoil, and then there was Jacey the hot officer with a beauty and confidence of its own. What she wanted from me was beyond me, because I wasn’t sure if she was only making me do this because he has something up her sleeve or just generally worried for me.

Emerson, his name leaving my lips sent me into frenzy. He was different, sweet even and it was something I wasn’t used to. Brutally honest and I could tell he was ready to help me in any way, he too made me feel sick with something and I know it wasn’t love or was it? I was confused how my body reacts to two guys, both of different ages and worse off, different mind sets. One wants me to help him in order to keep my safety at this school. The other wants me to actually be with him and talk, but yet I wasn’t so sure.

What was I getting into, I was crazy I was going to die before I turn legal age and it made me want to cry again.

“Elsa please wake up” Angela shouted “Let me in” she growled

“Angela – “ I started but she cut me off

“If you have time to dilly dally, maybe you should head off and do some work the least and get to school” Angela growled and tried to walk away but I grabbed her.

“Angela” I shouted “Can you please tell me who brought me back” I asked she gave me such a funny look that I felt weird.

“A tall man, if you have time to ask dumb questions maybe you should lessen your drinking and stop partying out all night” She shouted at me and walked away. I stood frozen, why did everything have to be misunderstood?

I took the time to not ask dumb questions again, I quickly went to take a shower although my body was not corresponding with me today; I took a hot shower which seemed to massage the aching areas a bit more. I held myself in the shower and wondered how life became like this, if only my father didn’t desert me. It was what it felt like, being deserted all the time first by my mother and now by my father. The hot water hit the place it ached the most my chest, it felt as if someone was smothering me with these angry feelings. I turned off the knob and walked back into my room, and I was shocked to see my mother standing looking furious.