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### Chapter 1: Chapter 1
I remember when I was a kid my mother used to say 'God has good plans for you'. Now that I think about it, it's total bullshit. "I am the girl who lived in a house with an abusive fuck. The person who people never cared to listen too. The girl that guys never looked at and girls laughed at. I've come a long way from struggle and hardship. I am who I am, because of the shit I've been through. We are who we are."
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I remember when I was a kid my mother used to say ‘God has good plans for you’. Now that I think about it, it’s total bullshit. If ‘God’ had good plans for me, then why have I been going through the worst things in my life?
The alarm that I scheduled for five thirty rings, and I slap my hands down on my clock. Slowly and reluctantly, I uncover my face. I blink, close my eyes, and blink again.
I look to my right and sigh when I realize that the alarm didn’t wake up my uncle. I sit up, drag my feet off the bed, and rub my knuckles into my eyes. I stretch my arms above my head, yawn, and watch my legs dangle above the off-white polyester carpet.
My mother died when I was only ten years old; a hit and run is what took her life away.
Dealing with her death was one of the hardest things I ever had to go through, but having my uncle adopt me a few months after she died, was way worse. My father left my mother before I was even born, so I couldn’t go live with him. Ever since I was eleven my uncle has been coming in and out of my room, making me help “relieve his stress.”
I know what you’re thinking: Why won’t I tell anyone?
When I was fourteen, I told my mother’s friend Stacy. My uncle was really good friends with the head cop in our town, so they found a way to drop it. Everyone thought highly of my uncle in this stupid town. After they finally dropped the case, my uncle beat the shit out of me. After that beating, I knew that there was no way out.
As I grew older, I got use to my uncle raping me and now I can sense when he wants the sex. It’s like a routine; I go to school, I go to work, I come home, and then I stay in my room bedroom with my uncle in it for two or more hours.
After those gruesome few hours, I move as quietly as I can and step into the bathroom. I then do my morning ablutions and get dressed for my first day of school.
When I am done, I look in the mirror at my brown straight hair that stopped just below my shoulders. I’m dress in a grey T-shirt and black sweatpants, which is a pretty usual outfit. At this point, I walk to the kitchen and make myself some cereal. Sitting at the dining room table, I watch the colorful wheels of cereal float around in my bowl full of milk.
When I see on my phone that it’s six oh five, I quickly finish my cereal and walk out of the house to see the bus was already coming towards me. The bus stopped and I got on, sitting all the way at the back.
I’m not really a social butterfly so I sit in the back during my time riding to school. Soon the bus was full of kids, talking about what they did for the summer or how they weren’t ready for school to start.
Soon the bus takes its final stop at the school, dropping everyone off. I walk into the school, with my schedule in my hands. I sigh, looking down at my schedule. It seems I have all AP classes. I wasn’t mad that I had the classes, I was mad because of all the work that came with the classes.
I most definitely have to keep my grades up. I am now a senior so having bad grades is not an option, especially considering the fact that college is the only way out of this town and away from my uncle.
I walk around the building looking for my first-period class, which was AP History. I stopped in Room 602 and check my phone. It was only seven ten and school didn’t start till seven forty, so I sit down and take out a book from my backpack.
I’ve read the book more than four times now so reading it again really didn’t bother me. My uncle barely gave me any money to buy anything, so I can’t buy another book anytime soon. I sat on the school floor reading until I heard the school bell. I take a seat in the back of the class while putting the book back in my bag.
Kids start to fill the classroom and soon it became noisy. I wasn’t surprised when anyone didn’t sit by me; I mean who would?
After my accusations towards my uncle, parents told their kids to stay away from me. The teacher finally instructed everyone to introduce themselves. Everyone did, but when it was my turn I said nothing, causing everyone to look at me.
I guess the teacher got the hint that I wasn’t going to say anything so she moved on, giving us worksheets. While doing my worksheet, I could hear all the whispers from my fellow peers and what they were saying about me.
“Wasn’t she the girl that claimed that her uncle was raping her?”
“She must be poor if she’s coming to school dressed like that.”
I bite my tongue, so I wouldn’t curse them out.
If I let their dumbass comments get to me, then I’m letting them win. I ignore them and continue to work on my worksheet. After however many more dreadful minutes of this class passed, the school bell rang and I pack my stuff and head to second-period.
I keep on walking down the halls until I make it to the east side of the school library. The school has been renovating for as long as I can remember, so they shut down this part of our local high school. I’ve been eating here since I was in the tenth grade. It was quiet and peaceful and no one came down here.
Taking a seat at an old desk, I pull out my lunch. As soon as I go to put the food in my mouth, I hear a bang. It sounds like two pieces of wood hitting each other. Upon hearing this, I get up to go check out what’s going on. As I keep walking towards the direction it came from, the noise starts to get louder.
When I make it to the library storage room, I open the door only to gasp at the scene before me. There was a girl with blonde hair laying on the table naked, while a guy was on top of her, thrusting in and out of her. The girl heard my gasp and turns to look at me.
She looks completely embarrassed, and mad. She pushes the guy off of her and quickly put on her clothes. The guy looks confused by her actions and was about to say something until his eyes met mines.
Once I saw his face, I already knew who he was.
I didn’t wait for him to say anything before I ran to my table and grab my things, leaving behind my lunch. I run for a while and stop to catch my breath. The guy that I saw in the room was the one and only Wyatt Russo.
I instantly cringe at the memories that were flooding back into my mind. Wyatt and I used to be the best of friends growing up. But when we got to middle school, Wyatt started to hang out with his other friends more than me. When the whole betrayal incident got out, he stopped talking to me completely.
I cried for days when he told me that he couldn’t hang out with me anymore but eventually learned to live with it.
Everyone leaves, that’s what I kept telling myself.
The bell rings for sixth period and the hallways are full. Walking into my sixth-period classroom, which was AP science, I took a seat once again at the back of the class.
The room was already halfway packed.
The bell rings, and the teacher starts to teach. This time I didn’t zone out, I actually listened to what he was saying. Science was my favorite subject, it was very interesting to me. About halfway throughout the class, the door opened.
“And you are?” Mr. Myers asks, Wyatt.
“Well Mr. Russo, I suggest that you don’t come to this class late again.”
“Take a seat,” Myers commands. Wyatt only nods and takes a seat at the desk in front of me. Myers went on with the lesson while Wyatt turns back in his seat, staring at me. I raise my eyebrows at him, looking back at him confused.
I didn’t say anything, I just stared at him like he was crazy. “Why are you talking to me?”
“Mr. Russo and Ms. Moore is there something you want to share with the class?” Mr. Myers asks looking back and forth at Wyatt and I. My face turns into a glare as I stare at both him and Wyatt, but eventually shook my head no.
“I’m sorry sir, I just needed to ask Kelly something,” Wyatt says, with a smirk.
“Next time don’t interrupt my class,” Mr.Myers says, before walking away. Wyatt continues to stare at me, but I only ignore him and kept working till the bell rings.
I was now on the school bus, waiting to be dropped off at home. My earphones plugged into my phone while I listen to music, blocking out the annoying sounds of the kids riding the bus.
Today I don’t have to work till four thirty and since it was only two, I thought I might as well get ready and eat something. I work at the town’s diner, it was an okay job, but it had bad pay. The only reason I decided to work there was to have some time away from my uncle. Also, the diner was the only place willing to hire me, since I didn’t have any experience.
The bus stops by my house and I get off. I didn’t see my uncle’s car and I mentally thank the heavens. I walk into the house and go straight into the kitchen, stuffing my face with food. When I hear the front door open, I prepared myself for my uncle. He walks into the kitchen and looked angry. My mouth stays shut because that was a rule he established.
“Why aren’t you in your room!” He yells. My heart started to beat faster, and my body starts to shake. “Answer me!” He yells again. Right after he says that I feel a hard pressure on my face. I instantly taste blood in my mouth. I put my hand on my face, touching where he punches me. He raises his fist to hit me again, but I quickly answer him.
“I had to work,” I say, in a shaky voice.
I ran into my room in a hurry and took off my clothes leaving myself completely naked, and lay on the bed.
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### Chapter 2: Chapter 2
After a while of just hitting me, he stops. “Get on the bed.”
I walk back to my bed and lay down. My uncle takes off his boxers, taking his place on top of me. He enters me, thrusting really hard. More pain erupts in my body. When he was done, he puts on his boxers and grabs my chin making me face him. “Whenever I get home, I better see you in your room naked, waiting for me.” He says, before walking out of my room. With all the strength I could muster up, I got up and went to the bathroom. Not having time for a shower, I wet a small cloth and wipe it over my body. Putting on my clothes and fixing my hair, I walk out of the house, making my way to the diner.
My shift already started, once I reach the diner. Walking fast to the employee room, I clock in. Mara my boss was too busy smoking a cigarette and on the phone to notice me come in. Walking into the kitchen, Jeff came in sight. “Look who finally decides to show up,” Jeff says.
A smile appears on my face. “Don’t start with me old man,” I reply, putting on my apron. Jeff was the only person in this town that I actually care about. He was a forty-six-year-old Italian who loves to cook. When I was fourteen and started working at the diner, he was there to help train me. He became a mentor to me, and also a father figure. After he heard the accusations, he didn’t turn his back on me but became protective of me.
“Whatever get to work before Mara starts to bitch.” He says, flipping a burger. I chuckle at his comment. Jeff usually never curses but when he does, it’s funny.
“Okay,” I say, walking out the kitchen. My back hits the kitchen door, which causes lots of pain to surge through my body. I yelp in pain, biting my lip.
“You okay?” Jeff asks, rushing to my side. He was about to pull up my shirt to check, but I quickly stop him.
“I’m okay, it was just a small hit,” I say, with a small smile. I couldn’t let him see what my uncle has done to me.
“Yes positive. I’ll just put some ice on it.”
It was now nine forty-five in the afternoon. I was completely exhausted and the fact that I’m in pain didn’t make it any better. I was now in the kitchen sitting on the counter, eating a taco that Jeff prepared for me. Mara walks into the kitchen and heads straight for me.
“You’re closing tonight.” Is the first thing she says.
Shaking my head, I jump off the counter. “I can’t, I have to be home by eleven. Plus I have school tomorrow.”
“You know damn well that I could give a rats ass about your excuses. It’s either you close up or you’re fired.” She says.
“Good girl.” She replies, throwing me the keys to the diner. Once she left, I went back to eating my taco. By the time I’m closing it will be around eleven, which means I’m breaking curfew. My uncle was sure going to ‘punish’ me.
The time went by fast. There were only a few people left in the diner, which I was internally grateful for. If they left any faster I could be on my way home. Jeff and Mara were already gone, so it was just me serving everyone else.
The diner door chimes and I mentally curse whoever just entered the diner. From what I could see, only two teenage boys entered. I wait till they sit down to walk to their table. Plastering on a fake smile, I say, “Hi my name is Kelly and I’ll be your waiter today. What can I get you?” I didn’t make any eye contact with the guys, just waited till they told me what they want.
“I’ll get a slice of chocolate cake, and some milk,” A husky voice says.
Where have I heard that voice from?
I nod my head and turn to the other guy, still not making any eye contact. “The same as him. Also, your number.” He says.
Rolling my eyes and I look up at the guy who said it. “Sorry Sir, but that’s not going to happen,” I say as politely as I can.
“Sorry about my friend, he loves joking.” The other voice says. Looking at the other guy, I immediately regret it.
I nod, before walking away. I prepare their food and set it on the table. A few minutes later they call me over saying that they were done. I pick up their dishes and clean up the rest of the diner. Even after I finish, Wyatt and his friend were still here. “Can I help you guys?” I ask, impatiently.
“I’ll be in the car.” Wyatt’s friend says, before walking out of the diner.
“Do you usually walk in on people having sex?” Wyatt questions.
I curse inside my head when I remember what happened today at school. “Sir, I have no idea what you are talking about. Can you please leave the diner so I can close?” I say, trying to sound honest.
A smirk appears on Wyatt’s face.“Whatever you want,” He says, “Do you need a ride?”
I look at him like he was crazy. “No thank you, I don’t trust strangers,” Grabbing my things, I take off my apron.
He snorts. “I’m not a stranger, we’ve known each other since we were kids.”
Now it was my time to snort. “Sure we have,” I say, walking out of the diner. He follows right behind me. I lock the diner and start walking home. The streets were empty and dark. A car pulls beside me and I look up to see who it was. I sigh heavily. It was him again. “I don’t need a ride.” The car moves on and lets me walk home in peace.
Getting home, I went in through my window, instead of the front door. Slipping into my bed I fell asleep peacefully.
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