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Chapter 7
I was dreaming about Edward when a loud horn woke me up. It blew throughout the whole camp site. It was terrible!
"Get up lazy asses." A familiar voice called out from the forest floor below us. "Get ready! We re meeting in the meeting room in ten minutes." It was Emmett. He continued calling out similar stuff while walking down the path. We all jumped out of bed.
"How do I get there?" I asked, hauling on my clean clothes.
"Just stick with us. You ll be fine." Angela smiled.
"For now." Lauran giggled. We all slide down the fire man's pole, one by one. Then, we set off to the meeting room.
We got there about five minutes later. There were wooden stands where you could sit on and in the middle of the whole building; there was a big empty space. Sticks hung on the wall. The room was small, making it very uncomfortable as the whole camp tried to squeeze in.
"You," Jasper yelled in my direction. "You don t sit." He twitched his fingers, calling me over. I obeyed. "You stay with us for now." He pointed at a line on the floor. "Stand there." Again, I obeyed with out questions. Looking around, there were four other people. Two twin boys, and a blonde girl. We stood in a straight line, side by each.
"Number 17 and 19." Emmett's voice boomed. "Your related aren't you?"
"Yes sir." They replied in unison.
"Why are you here?"
"We were addicted to drugs sir." They boomed together.
"Alright," Emmett smiled. "Thank- you for admitting that to us all."
"Next!" he said, moving down the line. "Number 4 why are you here?"
"My parents were fed up with me sir. I was acting childish. If I didn t get my own way, I'd run away. I went out to grad parties sir. I slept with boys. I'm underage sir."
"Thank-you." He smiled and moved down the line once more. "Number nine. Why are you here?" he stared me right in the eye.
"I'm not sure sir." I replied quietly.
"Not sure?!" he yelled, standing right in front of me so that I could smell his breath. "You're pathetic!" he spat and turned around, searching the room. They were all raising their hands. He chose a few of them and they stepped off the bleachers, grabbing a stick each.
"You don't know why you re here?" a girl spat, pushing me into a boy.
"I bet I know why you;re here." The boy yelled in my ear. "You're a skank aren't you!" he pushed me into another man.
"Your cute." He laughed as he grabbed my ass and twirled me around. "Go see her. She likes girls." He pushed me towards a tall woman.
"Hey babe." She smiled. "Why are you here?" she grabbed me by the hair and threw me to the ground. "Get her!" she screamed. The group began coming in and beating me with the sticks; still yelling at me.
"Did you drink?"
"Did you party?"
"Did you have sex?"
"Did you, did you, did you?" they yelled over and over again. I cried out in agony.
"Someone help!" no response. "Okay, okay!" I screamed as the mob backed away from me. I lay on the floor, bruised and beaten. "You wanna know why I'm here? I'm here because my stepfather's a jackass!" I screamed. "He beat me, he beat my mother. And one day" my voice cracked. "One day, I had enough of it! I hit him. I hit him okay. And then, he sent me here for my behavior."
The mob backed away completely and sat down once more. Emmett came up to me and turned me over with his foot. I was crying.
"You are a disgrace. You should be ashamed of yourself!" he cried, kicking me. I rolled over in pain and prayed to god that someone would help me.
"Stop Emmett." A velvet like voice boomed. "Leave her alone. She's already hurt enough." I felt cold arms wrap around my body as I was hoisted into the air. "You will not hurt this girl anymore. Do you understand?" he yelled towards everyone. He turned and carried me out of the hellhole.
"Thanks" I managed to say quietly.
"No problem my love." He smiled. "I couldn't watch them do that to you. Come on, let s go get some breakfast." He laid me softly on the chair as the woman named Esme handed me some food. "Feel better." He smiled and sat next to me; placing his cold hand softly on my knee.
"How can I" my voice cracked again. "How can I repay you?"
"Be mine." He said simply.
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