Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters of Higher Ground.
Author's Note: Sorry this chapter is so short, but I thought that was a good place to stop. I stop the chapters when I want to keep suspense. Besides, there was so much tough matter in there, that I couldn't deal when I was writing.
I was in my room, getting stuff together for a stay at my very own jail. From what I'd been told, it was a wilderness school surrounded by forests. A girl I knew on the streets had a friend who'd gone to a similar school. Apparently they put all these "crazy" kids together and sent them out into the woods and called it emotional therapy. If anything, I would at least have a fun time putting them out of their minds. The second I thought of this idea, the idea of this school was not nearly as disgusting and repulsive.
On the other hand I had so much to deal with that I wouldn't be able to throw them off. But they wouldn't discover my secrets. They were buried deep. Deep in the depths of my heart, my soul. They were protected by countless walls I'd built up over the two years I'd had these secrets. If they even tried to get through, there'd be another wall waiting for them.
Why did I do this to myself? I wanted to be loved. I wanted someone to trust and for them to trust me. I wanted to love! What I wanted would never happen unless they knew my past and accepted me for it. But they'd never know, because I wouldn't tell them.
Wow I am more screwed up that I thought!
Someone knocked on my door. I turned around, memories of utter fear rushed through my mind. It was him, I knew it. He opened the door and I covered my mouth to prevent the scream from escaping.
"You said no more! You promised!" I said. I tried to remain strong, but he'd seen me at my lowest and was not deceived. I couldn't scream, my voice wasn't there. I couldn't run, my legs weren't moving. I had become the scared little girl I'd once been.
"Oh, kitten, you know that's not true." He came to touch my cheek. I winced at his seemingly soft touch. To an outsider it would seem loving and kind, but to me, it shot needles into my face. Wherever he touched, my skin burned. He stepped closer, moving his hands lower. I was paralyzed with fear, anger, and humiliation. I couldn't scream, my voice caught in my throat.
Suddenly a knock came from the door.
"Shelby, you nearly done?" my mother's voice called out.
"Yes," I replied in a meek voice. Walt let go of me. "I'll be down in a minute." I heard her walk down the hall and continue down the stairs. Walt looked at me. He obviously didn't want to leave with nothing. He got closer and kissed me while grabbing my ass. It was just a grab. It was almost as if he were clawing into it. His mouth covered mine so that I couldn't cry out in pain. I was trapped until he finally let go. I just stood there, unfeeling, unmoving, statue-like. It was the only way I could keep my dignity by remaining strong. It felt like forever, and I wanted it to stop! After it ended, he just left with a wicked smile. I tried to stay standing, to stay strong, but I couldn't. My body crumpled from under me, and I just sat there. Alone, in a corner of my room, crying, and completely exposed.
Author's Note: Sorry this chapter is so short, but I thought that was a good place to stop. I stop the chapters when I want to keep suspense. Besides, there was so much tough matter in there, that I couldn't deal when I was writing.
I was in my room, getting stuff together for a stay at my very own jail. From what I'd been told, it was a wilderness school surrounded by forests. A girl I knew on the streets had a friend who'd gone to a similar school. Apparently they put all these "crazy" kids together and sent them out into the woods and called it emotional therapy. If anything, I would at least have a fun time putting them out of their minds. The second I thought of this idea, the idea of this school was not nearly as disgusting and repulsive.
On the other hand I had so much to deal with that I wouldn't be able to throw them off. But they wouldn't discover my secrets. They were buried deep. Deep in the depths of my heart, my soul. They were protected by countless walls I'd built up over the two years I'd had these secrets. If they even tried to get through, there'd be another wall waiting for them.
Why did I do this to myself? I wanted to be loved. I wanted someone to trust and for them to trust me. I wanted to love! What I wanted would never happen unless they knew my past and accepted me for it. But they'd never know, because I wouldn't tell them.
Wow I am more screwed up that I thought!
Someone knocked on my door. I turned around, memories of utter fear rushed through my mind. It was him, I knew it. He opened the door and I covered my mouth to prevent the scream from escaping.
"You said no more! You promised!" I said. I tried to remain strong, but he'd seen me at my lowest and was not deceived. I couldn't scream, my voice wasn't there. I couldn't run, my legs weren't moving. I had become the scared little girl I'd once been.
"Oh, kitten, you know that's not true." He came to touch my cheek. I winced at his seemingly soft touch. To an outsider it would seem loving and kind, but to me, it shot needles into my face. Wherever he touched, my skin burned. He stepped closer, moving his hands lower. I was paralyzed with fear, anger, and humiliation. I couldn't scream, my voice caught in my throat.
Suddenly a knock came from the door.
"Shelby, you nearly done?" my mother's voice called out.
"Yes," I replied in a meek voice. Walt let go of me. "I'll be down in a minute." I heard her walk down the hall and continue down the stairs. Walt looked at me. He obviously didn't want to leave with nothing. He got closer and kissed me while grabbing my ass. It was just a grab. It was almost as if he were clawing into it. His mouth covered mine so that I couldn't cry out in pain. I was trapped until he finally let go. I just stood there, unfeeling, unmoving, statue-like. It was the only way I could keep my dignity by remaining strong. It felt like forever, and I wanted it to stop! After it ended, he just left with a wicked smile. I tried to stay standing, to stay strong, but I couldn't. My body crumpled from under me, and I just sat there. Alone, in a corner of my room, crying, and completely exposed.
