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Life's Circumstances
Chapter 1
Imagine That
[Jade's POV]
Nights like these are nights I regret being alive. I have to ask my maker why? Why give me a life if I wish I didn't have it? Why live a life wishing you were dead? I hate my life. It's full of liars and people I can't trust. Sometimes I feel I can't even trust myself. Now what does that tell a person?
My eyes stay open as I look at the dark ceiling in my room. The red and black curtains are closed closing out all and any moonlight that might want to shine through my windows. His hands are all over me. I can't make them stop feeling on me. No matter what I do, no matter what I say, those hands will still be here. They were here yesterday. They are here now. And they will be here tomorrow. I can't escape them. They have become a regular routine every night and I have learned to live with it.
My eyes squeeze shut as his hand slips into the fabric that covers up my woman hood. It's like it doesn't belong to me. It belongs to him. He's taken my innocence. He's taken everything from me. I don't have a word. I have to be quiet because if I make a sound, I'll "get it". And "it" hurts. It hurts bad. I can't make a sound because he doesn't want my mother to hear. If she hears, I'll get in trouble. If I tell, I'll get in trouble. If only she knew what goes on every night while she's sleeping soundly down the hall. If only.
"You like that don't you?" He asked in a low disturbing voice. And I nod, because I have to nod. If I don't agree I'll "get it". I want to tell my mother. I want to tell her what her boyfriend does to me so bad, but I can't. Because he said if I do, he'll kill me, and he'll kill her. I don't want that to happen so I keep my mouth shut. I let him do whatever he wants to to me and I take it all because I have no other option; I have no other choice. I close my eyes and I pretend I'm anywhere but here. But it still comes through. I can still feel his actions below as his fingers slides further down and inserts itself inside of me. And it hurts. It's a burning feeling almost kin to when you touch a burning cigarette with your finger, but it's inside of me. Imagine that.
I hear a panting sound coming from under his breath as the sounds of him beating his manhood fills the room. I know he isn't loud but to me it's so loud it's filling my room, it's filling the house, it's filling the silent world; these sounds that discomforts me so much I want to throw up. I want to roll over and die. But I can't. I'm still alive; fully alive and fully awake and even if I roll over, I'll still be fully alive and fully awake. There's no escaping.
I listen and feel until finally it's all over. He removes his hand from me and tucks me in with a kiss on my head as if nothing happened. He does this as if he's just the greatest father alive, but he's no father to me. He's nothing to me. Nothing.
I roller over to my side as a tear falls down my face.
I hate my life. I hate it. It brings me back to why we have one? I have no friends. I have no one to talk to. Of course there's school. But those other kids mean nothing to me. They all act as if life is wonderful. They run around and play and laugh as if life is just great, just dandy. They make me sick. I hate talking to them. I sit in a corner by myself all day. I don't communicate with anybody, but instead I write. I write in my journal. My teacher always asks me to play with the other kids but I refuse. She's always asking to see my journal, but I refuse. My journal is for my eyes and my eyes only, no one else's. I hate that teacher, I hate those kids, and I hate that school.
We are moving soon anyways. My mother's boyfriend has a new job and we have to tag along with him. Well I have to anyways. But I kind of see this as a good thing. Maybe at my new school I can find kids just like me. Maybe I can find another person to talk to that's actually worth my time. So I want to give this a try. I never want too many things especially new things. Just to be happy. And maybe a friend, just one friend can help with that. A friend can give me someone to talk to, to vent to and she will always be by my side and I'll always be by hers. I just can't wait until that day.
"Get the rest of your things Jadelyn, it's time to go." My mother spoke to me as she peaks her head into my empty room. Little did she know I already had all my things packed and into the van before she even had a chance to drink her morning coffee which is so important to her for some odd reason. I'll never understand grown-ups and coffee. It's a drink with a revolting look as if it were dirty pee, or shit water. That's what I think of it as.
I take another look around my empty dark room before stopping at my height measures I kept on the doorway of my closet. Slowly I walked over and stood in front letting my hand slide up each mark and age seeing how much taller I've gotten with each mark. I take off my small backpack and pull out a pen before turning around and measuring myself again for the last time right above my head. I smile at how much taller I've gotten since the last time I measured myself at age seven. 'Age 9' I wrote on the freshly drawn line I just made with a purple marker. I smile at it before tossing my marker back in my bag and throwing it back over my shoulder as my mother called me down to leave.
I ran down the stairs quickly to meet my mother at the front door. "Do you have everything?" She lifted a brow at me and I nod before she smiles at me and points out to the car in which I skipped out happily with my long brunette hair bouncing up and down with every skip that I take. I stop mid skip once I reach the car and spot Ron, her perverted boyfriend. I roll my eyes and stomp to the car door he held open for me with a smile plastered across his ugly face. I flash him a fake smile and a middle finger before hopping into the back seat of the van and reaching back to slide the door close on my own. I don't need his help for anything. I hope one day he's walking and then trips over his untied shoe, falls into the road, gets ran over by one of those concrete flatting trucks, and then let his brain ooze out all over the street. And I hope he feels every bit of that before he dies. All that pain, he'd deserve it.
Finally we were pulling off from the house I was literally born and grew up in. I've became slightly attached to this house. I mean…everything I know I've learned in that house and I am going to miss it, but like I said, moving is something new. I need something new, something different. God let me like this new place.
What it is about Hollywood that everyone is so crazy over? Is it the stars? The opportunities? The big sign on top of the hill? Or is it the wanna be's? The people who try so hard their entire lives on the side of the street playing on a guitar just for a couple of dollars just to be seen, but never make it anywhere? The people who think living in Hollywood would actually get them somewhere in lives? Hollywood is nothing but a joke, a scam. It's no different than any other place here on earth. How would I know? Because I just know. Never question me, I hate that.
After what seemed like about 10 years of driving we finally pulled up to a decent looking 3 story home. Scratch that, a three story house. Only a family can make a house a home, and these people I live with are not family. Well don't get me wrong, I do love my mom, but she has her days and her ways. That boyfriend of hers is nothing to me, and my dad left before I was even born so I don't even know who he is. Even though Ron does what he does, at least he's still around for me and buys me things and tells me he loves me every now and then. That's more than my real father ever did and or ever will do.
"Go pick you a room." My mother said after she opened the door and let me inside. My mouth dropped slightly. The house was beautiful. I've never seen anything like it in real life. It's that type of shit you only see on television. What the hell do these people do to own a house like this?
I started to sprint quickly up the spiraling stairs as I heard my mother call out "Not the master bedroom!" in which I was already aiming for. I mean hey, she said pick a room she didn't give limits.
I stopped at the first room I came to and took a peak in but quickly shook my head. "Too small." I said to myself before running down to the next room. I pushed opened the half open door to see literally a sparkling bathroom. It's that type of stuff you see in a cartoon, you know when something is really clean and it sparkles? This was really sparkling I'm dead serious. Leaving the bathroom I made a mental note to check the whole thing out next since just taking a peak didn't even cover even half of the huge bathroom.
I came to another room in which the door was wide open. This room had dark red and white walls with black and white carpet and black baseboards. "Yes!" I said to myself as I walked all the way in and threw my bag down on a bed that was already settled into the room. I jogged over to my window and opened it up to see a great view of our back yard equipped with a swimming pool/Jacuzzi a tennis/basketball court and a huge open space for whatever we wanted to do with it I guess.
I smiled as I sat back and took a breath. "I can get use to this." I nodded to myself before closing my windows.
"Jadelyn! Come down here please!" My mother called as I rolled my eyes and hopped from my windowsill. I jogged down the spiraling stairs and down into the living room to see an older woman with a smile on her face with a little girl most likely around my age mimicking that same goofy smile.
"This is my daughter Jadelyn. Jadelyn this is Ms. Holly and her daughter Victoria." My mother smiled at me. "They are our new neighbors. You'll be going to school with Victoria here." She pointed to the brunette who stood in front of me with that goofy smile still plastered on her face. I already don't like this chick and she didn't even have to speak. She looks fake. Like those stupid kids from my old school who thinks life is so awesome and cool; Like she's the type that's all sweet from the outside but nothing but a rotting soul from the inside. Maybe it's a fake smile. Then that means she's a fake; she's a liar.
"Say hello Jade." My mother spoke firmly. She hates it when she introduces me to people and I don't speak. But I don't care. I hate being introduced, maybe one day she'll figure that out.
"Hi." I said as I crossed my arms and looked the girl over.
"Hi Jadelyn. You can call me Tori."
"My name is Jade and whatever." I said with my arms still crossed as my mother nudged me softly. I said I wanted new friends. She's not what I had in mind. Oh and I can hear the voices in my head saying. "Oh well Jade…you haven't even given her a chance" and "well Jade at least talk to the girl" and "well Jade you don't even know her". Shut the hell up! I don't like her! I know when I don't like somebody. I don't like her vibe! It's already annoying!
"Well it was nice meeting you all. I'm sure you have a lot of unpacking to do, so we will get out of your way." Holly said as she grabbed her daughter's hand.
"Oh it's no rush. Actually I believe Jade would love some help and company unpacking her room." My mother smiled at me and then at Tori.
Oh she better not!
"Tori how would you like to help Jade for a bit?" My mother smiled at her and then back at me. I gave her the most evil look I could muster. "I don't need help." I said through gritted teeth and she nudged me again.
"Of course you do, don't be silly. Show Tori the room you picked Jade. The movers will have your boxes up in a few. Just show them which one is yours."
I uncrossed my arms and threw them in the air before turning around and heading for the stairs with this…Tori chick following behind. I can't believe she just did that. Did I ask for help? I mean really did I ask? I hate help, I already hate Tori. What's worse than help from Tori?
You know what…okay, okay, maybe just maybe I'm already taking things to….stubbornly. Maybe Tori isn't so bad. Maybe she's that friend I've been waiting for. Maybe I should…could give her a chance. I mean okay she's barely said two words. I could be wrong about her right? I'm working on my judging people problem. I'll give her a chance.
"So what do you like to do?" I asked Tori once we reached the best room in the house…mine. The more I know about her the more I can figure out if this is the best friend I've always wanted or not. She better like the same shit I like or byebye.
"Mmm. I like lots of things." She smiled. "I really like to sing though."
Mmmm singing….I like to sing. But the question is what does she like to sing…"Like what? What's your favorite genre?"
She shrugged. "I like a little bit of everything. What about you?"
Yeah that was a real answer Tori. She doesn't need to know my business. Who is she to ask what I like? "None of your business." I told her as I watched her goofy smile turn into a frown and a look of bewilderment.
"….But you asked me.."
"…That doesn't mean you can ask me." I said as I flopped down on my bed and pulled out my cell phone.
"You have a cell phone?" She said as she ignored my comment and walked over to me to look over my shoulder.
"Yes. I'm assuming you have one not?" I lifted a brow but kept my gaze to my phone.
She took a seat beside me. "No. My parents said I have to wait until I'm at least 13 before I can have one."
"Sucks for you. How old are you anyways?" I asked as I scooted away from her. She's too close for comfort.
"I'm 9. You?"
"I told you don't ask me questions. If I want you to know something, I would tell you."
She frowned as she crossed her arms. "Well that's not fair."
"Life's not fair." I stated as I looked down at her wrist at a stupid looking bracelet that read Tori Vega. "Tori Vega huh? Sounds like Vegas."
She just shrugged as she looked down at her bracelet.
"I'm going to call you Vegas."
She furrowed her brows. "Why?"
"Because that's what I want to call you, Vegas, do you have a problem with that?" I glared at her in which she instantly shook her head. "Good." I smirked.
Okay so what do I make of Vegas? I mean…I don't see her as a best friend status, but she's the type I might want to keep around, want to know why? Because I can easily take advantage of her. I can make her do whatever I want. She's definitely the goody goody type, the type that doesn't take much risk and lives her life in a sugar castle, but I can tear her castle down and I will piece by piece. She won't talk back to me and I'm guessing it's because I intimidate her, no, I know I intimidate her and I only plan to make that worst. I want her shaking at her knees when she sees me, pissing her pants when I get too close. I can make it that way, it just needs some time and training, but she'll definitely be wrapped around my finger by the end of the month; by the end of the week if she's that vulnerable.
"So what's the shit hole like?" I asked as I stood to my feet and crossed my arms.
She gasped. "Excuse me?"
"School, the shit hole? What's it like?"
"You….you cuss?"
I face palmed myself. Okay I didn't think she was that much of a goody goody. "Get a life Vegas. I asked you a question, now answer it." I can tell she already hates the name I've given her. I can tell she already hates the way I'm treating her, but she's not going to say anything and she's going to answer my question, watch.
She put some of her hair behind her ear. "School is nice." She smiled.
See, told ya. I wonder who her friends are. Probably a bunch of more sugar castle idiots that act just like her. Vegas is weak, maybe I can teach her how to toughen up a bit, but not tougher than me of course. I have a reputation to set at this new school. I can't wait to see what bastards go here that I can bully around. I can have a whole group working for me. "Jade's Crew" is what I'll call it. They'll do anything that I say when I say it. They'll be so scared of me and Vegas will be apart of it too. Under me of course.
Finally the movers made it to our house and packed everything away where it should go. In the process Vegas claimed she had to go get ready for school tomorrow and that she'll come by to walk with me to the bus stop in the morning. I only didn't refuse because I had no idea where the bus stop was and even if she did explain I'd still be lost. So granted, she can take me to the bus in the morning, but never again.
After dinner I made sure to have the best outfit picked out for my first day because first impressions are always the most important. Laid out for tomorrow I have a plain fitted black shirt that says "kill me now" with a picture of purple open scissors ready to chop anything off that got in their way. Also I have a black and dark purple lace skirt and thin back stockings with my black Combat Boots with purple laces to match. On my dresser I laid out dark purple high lights to clip into my hair tomorrow morning before heading off. I think my outfit is perfect.
I can't wait.
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