Dead In the Water

Part 2

Chapter 2

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Bianca knew the difference between right and wrong. Even though she never did what was right. She knew she should have turned back and apologized to those girls, but it just wasn't her thing. Apologizing meant she was weak. No one ever apologized to her. Especially her mother. Especially that man…For what he did to her.

The little girl held herself. Gripping her hands against her arms. The red marks he created. The bite marks on her neck. She still felt him inside of her. Hiding in the back of her closet. The bad man just left her room. And hearing the front door slam, he was gone. And she cried as she crawled weakly from her hiding place.

Making it to her bed, her hand gripped the bed sheet as she pulled herself up. Her knees wobbling strongly. Turning around she noticed the blood that trailed on the floor. The blood on her bed. Her blood on her legs. The excruciating pain as he pushed her down….forcing himself inside her.

She screamed louder and louder. Cried harder and harder as the man placed his hand over her mouth. But her mother never came.

"Don't worry baby." She heard his wicked voice in her ear.

"No…no…no…." The little girl held herself head trying to stop the flashbacks. Her screams becoming louder and louder….as she hit the floor.

"Bianca?" The woman turned on the light seeing the girl on the ground. "What did you do?" Her tone was a serious one.

"Mom….." The girl showed her the blood. The fear in her eyes.

"O baby…you started your period….nothing major." The woman smiled as she held the girl.

"no…no….Stan…he touched me….." Bianca repeated over and over again.

"Sweetie. No he didn't. He was tucking you in." The woman informed knowing her daughter's constant lies.

"No…no…he hurt me….he hurt me…."The little girl pleaded to the woman who didn't believe her. Why couldn't she hear the squeal in her voice? The plea she was making.

"No he didn't Bianca. Stop making stories up." The woman pulled the girl's linen off her bed. Leaving her on the floor. "Go get the bucket and Lysol from the bathroom."

"But I am not….he was…I saw his thing….I felt it inside me." Bianca waited for the woman to believe her pleas. Her bruises couldn't be ignored. And the pain could be easily seen on her face.

"You did no such thing….now you get up and go clean yourself….this instant." The woman chastised as she headed out her room. Leaving her there, to peel herself off the floor. She was not the same anymore. That man stole her soul.

Those two made her so mad that she didn't even put her repellent on. Feeling the bugs eat her alive, she made sure she was out of the night shift's view. Luckily for her, they kept walking and never stayed in one place.

Luke unpacked his clothes as he looked outside his window. Bianca was sneaking out. A rebel he was definitely impressed with. The girl who made him want more.

"Look what we have here." Luke smugly stated as he licked his lips.

"Dude…give it up." Dallas put his hand the boy's shoulder.

"I couldn't have her get caught now. Could I?" An eyebrow raised as the black boy laughed at his cockiness.

"It's too early to be chasing pussy dude." Mike looked at the other new boy who just arrived an hour ago. Lucky him, he had parents who trusted him enough to drive him here…..he didn't. But it wasn't as if he didn't deserve it….

"Mike….Mike…." He heard his mother call for him as he headed for the door. Ignoring his mother's worried face.

"What?" The young man yelled at woman who cared for him. Hearing her turmoil in her voice.

"You are not going back there….." She put her foot down at her brother's defiance. Worrying at night. Waiting for the phone call of his death. This was too much for her heart.

"I'm going to the store mom." He exclaimed. Not being able to look her in the eyes.

"Don't lie to me. You think I don't know what you do. You think I don't notice that tattoo on your shoulder." She attempted to grab for it underneath his short sleeve shirt. "Those boys are bad for you."

"Mom…I'm not lying…." The boy rolled his eyes as his mother pulled up his sleeve. Seeing the red and black letters on his shoulder. His expression didn't change. Still stoic.

"The Locos…How could you put this family in danger like this?"

"I am not putting you all in any danger….Look you are over reacting…its nothing big…me and my friends that's it….it's just ….and we…." He began to explain seeing his mother's red eyes.

"I know what you do…me and your father both know…and we are so disappointed in you. You have so much potential. Stealing from local stores…sleeping with random girls…you aren't invincible." The woman touched his face as he avoided her eyes.

"I'm going out mom…see you tomorrow." He closed the door in her face as she cried, silently praying. He couldn't take her anymore. He couldn't take any of them.

"Well looks like it is just you and me Adam." The black boy noticed the small boy nod quietly.

Luke saw the sexy girl creep silently around the camp. Being cautious of her surroundings. He would definitely get to her before she noticed him.

Bianca felt a presence around her-but as she turned around- no one was there. She was just being paranoid. If she could escape cops, she could definitely escape these rent-a-cops.

Passing the cabins with teens. She wondered what they would all think of her if she told her story. And she eventually knew she would have to. How can five people just talk in front of complete strangers so easily? And how could they not judge? And as crazy as it sounded, every one judged. It was human nature.

She had judged Marisol. And Katie. Katie the girl who stood up for her for no apparent reason. Where was the girl when she was 10? Where was the girl when she was picked up on the street by her pimp?

Wait.

It was her own responsibility to look out for herself. Her mother had no part in her life since she ran away. But then again, she never mattered to the woman who always put men before her. If anything, her probation officer was more of a parent.

Sitting down on the grass behind her cabin, she heard Katie and Marisol's laughter. The two definitely had more in common than with her. Looking at the other end of the camp, she saw a couple of more teens sneak off. At least she wasn't the only one who had balls. But she couldn't go back inside there. She couldn't be proven wrong….especially with Katie's blue eyes.

Katie ate her Oreos and peanut butter as she offered one to Marisol, who politely declined. She had to remember that she was here to help herself first. She couldn't help others if she couldn't help herself. And it wasn't her place to try to force Mare to eat more.

Right now, she didn't know where she belonged when it became to cutting. She didn't do it anymore, yet her mind still wanted to do it. And the gashes on her arm made her reminisce of that good feeling. The stunning blade as it cut her skin.

Walking to the window, she saw Bianca sit underneath it. The girl wasn't as bad as she made herself out to be. Yes, she endured more physical pain than many. But she knew the girl wanted to be accepted…as they all did. And right now, she didn't have the heart to ostracize anyone.

Watching her curly hair flow with he night wind, Katie watched the girl become entranced with the night sky. It was nice to see a softer side of her. And she saw a hand grab for her around the corner. Not seeing a face. Racing to the door, she didn't know what to expect...and Mare's protests were ignored.

Bianca felt the arm clutch hers. What lie would she make up to get out of this? But she had to admit, this scenery did make her forget about her troubles and made her focus on herself.

"Look, I just….give me my two days. It won't happen again." The girl didn't see the teen boy laugh at her.

"Well, well…Bianca Desousa owns up to her mistakes. How admirable." He eyed her flirtatiously as she hit him back.

"Go away…." She whispered as she tried to move away from him. Surprised she could see anything in the dark.

"How about we go find a bush?" his hand boldly felt up her thigh. "Why don't you show me what you do best?" He leaned in as she slapped him hard.

Smack

"Crazy bitch….." He touched his face as he felt the redness appear. No one ever denied him. And his fist would show her, her place.

Raising his hand, he was taken by surprise as he felt someone pull him off the girl.

"Katie go back inside. I can handle myself." Bianca looked at the red head with shock. How did she over power him like that?

"No…if I hadn't come, who knows what he could have done to you." She pressed the boy against wood wall. His arms belonged to her now as she twisted.

"What the hell?" The boy was amazed at the girl's strength.

"It's called Tae-Kwando-Do…I've taken it ever since I was twelve." The badass was impressed by the girl.

"Look if you don't let me go…I swear my father and his lawyers…" he began.

"Makes sense to threaten someone who can turn your arm into mince meat. I could report you to the counselors, but I doubt you would want to tell them how a girl nearly beat your sorry ass." Bianca proudly watched the girl tighten her grip.

"And…what are you going to tell the counselors….huh…you can't lie." The boy felt half of his face being pressed against the wall.

"That you snuck inside my cabin of course. Ellie saw the way you were staring at me too. You don't have a leg to stand on…..now…what's it going to be?" the badass folded her arms.

"Alright…alright….." Luke pleaded.

"Apologize to her…tell her you were wrong and no means no." Katie defended the girl again.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry alright…I'm a jerk….no means no….." He felt the girl's tight grip. Damn did she get lessons from Jackie Chan himself?

"Stay away from me…." The badass smacked him upside the face as he wobbled off.

"Come on before we get caught. I bet you didn't even see if a watcher was near." Bianca chastised as she grabbed the girl's hand.

"You're welcome." The two ran inside the cabin seeing Marisol lay in the beg. The girl began to shake heavily as the girls watched her twitch.

Mare saw Katie look at her with disturbance in her eyes as she saw the red head put another blanket over her.

"No. This is part of it." Mare said softly. "Withdrawal's a bitch….it's only been out my system for a month." The girl felt herself began to sweat.

"What can we do?" Katie asked as Bianca shook her head.

"Nothing." The rebel saw this so many times on the streets. The men and woman who usually couldn't handle the body without poison. The way they lashed out at one another. Through arguments. Through fights.

"I'll be fine. I will get through this." The black girl assured the two as she tried to sleep. But her mind never let her dream. It only allowed her to relive memories…..

Mare sat in the cold modeling office. Looking at the millions of pictures of beautiful girls that this agent helped put on the map. Hopefully, she could do the same for her. Waiting patiently for the woman to read her resume', she smiled as she saw the woman look up from her folder.

"So Marisol Lewis." The woman adjusted her glasses as the girl smiled brightly.

"Yes…." Her bright personality lit up the room.

"So tell me what makes you special." The woman said frankly.

"The fact that I am a hard worker and a people person. I am can get the job done while attracting others towards me." She beamed as the woman shook her head.

"What I mean is what can you do that other's haven't said before….." The woman's comment made her mouth drop. She thought she had tough skin but even skin could tear.

"Marisol. You are beautiful without a doubt. But look at this wall. All these girls are special. People relate to them."

"People can relate to me too. Especially brown skinned black girls. They need an inspiration. A voice. Someone other than Tika Sumpter, Gabrielle Union and Kerry Washington."

"Yes that's true…but still Marisol…you need a little fine tuning." The woman harped. "The camera adds 10 pounds." It was the same thing over and over again. She was sick of it.

"But I am the healthy size for a teen girl my height and age….." She defended herself from the crude woman.

"But you are a little short." The woman hit her with her every flaw.

"So is Lucy Hale…Melinda Shankar….."

"But they established themselves before they made it big." The woman exclaimed.

"I know I got what it takes to be a model. I have the drive, eloquence." She began saying words she didn't even know she knew.

"But sometimes….more is required of you Marisol…keep trying. Don't give up." The woman gave her back the folder to girl.

Sitting in her car, she looked at her black and white portraits. She wasn't good enough. She never was. Ripping them to shreads, she held herself. She had to make this work. She had to.

"Maybe being here won't be so bad after all." Bianca changed in front of the girls again. Seeing the blush upon the red head's cheek again.

"Sorry. I have to forget that I am not in a prostitute ring or on a stripper pole." Her personality took charge as she quickly put on a cami and Soffe shorts.

"No…that's alright. It just amazes me. How you don't feel uncomfortable about your body…and yet I am confined to a jacket." The tomboy shyly took it off as she changed her clothes too.

"I just. So many people have said that this camp has saved their lives. I've read the pamphlets and I want to be one of those people. Right now. I seem like I have it all under control…but I don't…and even a papercut seems tempting." She finally admitted as Bianca joined her on her bed.

"Well then. This is going to be one hell of an adventure…we may get through this." Bianca ate an Oreo as the two looked at the girl who continued to twitch. The badass hoped her words weren't in vein.