I sit there, curious about the cut on her arm. She looks sad. Did she do it on purpose? My mommy is crying, she’s crying over Sophie’s body. Sophie did hurt herself.
“Mommy, what happened?” I ask.
My mommy just looks at me. She looks very, very sad. I think I didn’t ask the right thing. “Sophie hurt herself very bad.”
I am confused. Then I hear my big brother, my worst enemy, Joshua, come in. He looks at Sophie, who still hasn’t woken up, and this look of rage enters his face. He starts screaming bad things at me. “It’s yourÂ fault!”
“Why where you even born!?”
“You waste of life!”
My mommy screams at him when I start crying. She tells Joshua to either get out or be nice to me.
I was adopted into this family when I was 2. I’mÂ 7 1/2 now. I’ll beÂ 8 in three months! Mommy told me we won’t celebrate my birthday. It’s okay though. We never do. It’s kind of nice sometimes, knowing that we don’t gotta spend a bunch of money on one person, and then the rest don’t get anything but cake.
Although I do like cake…
(Time lapse….8 years- 16)
Now I’m 16. Sophie killed herself 8 years ago. My parents left me to die pretty much. They started doing drugs, experementing with alcohols, and now they’re either dead or almost dead in some ditch somewhere. I live with my brother Joshua and his friends Michael, Jay, and Sean. I don’t like any of them. Especially Jay. He gets waaayyy too close for comfort.
They make me do everything in the house. Cook. Clean. Do laundry. Wash dishes. Feed their stupid lizard Monique. What kind of idiot names a lizard Monique? It’s rediculous. I hate living here. But if I run away I’m sure they’ll find me.
And do terrible things.
Anyway, as I walk home from school, I hear a guy named Tyler call my name. He’s super cute and super nice, I love being around him! He’s kind of a loner guy, though. I think he likes me. I hope he does! That would be so cool! I would totally be the happiest girl alive!
“Izzi, hey!” He says, panting a little.
“Did you run here, Tyler?” I ask.
“Yeah. I wanted to catch up with you.” He replied, adjusting his totally cute tee-shirt.
“Oh.” I say, resisting a blush.
“I just wanted to see if you where busy tomorrow night.” He says, very shyly.
“No…” I say, with a smile.
“Would you like to go to the movies with me? We’ll have popcorn and Mountain Dew, or Dr. Pepper if you like that-”
“I’d love to go to the movies with you!” I say, hugging him.
“Awesome! Thanks Izzi!” He smiles.
I nod. We set the time, and I go home, on cloud 9. Or is it 19? Do I care? I have a date!
I walk into the shaggy house, and shut the door, happiest I can be. Jay is there, alone. He doesn’t have a shirt on. For being a lowlife loser, he is muscular. But muscles kind of scare me in a weird way. I am so not turned on.
“Hello Isabelle.” He says.
I roll my eyes and go to my bedroom, locking the door. Dang, I forgot toÂ grab the key. Hopefully he’s as stupid as I think he is! I think.
Nope. He’s not. The door swings open.
“What the heck are you doing!? Get out!” I scream.
“Ah, but what kind of fun is that?” He asks.
“More fun than you’re gonna have!” I reply, looking for a way around the large boy.
“Come on, Isabelle. Don’t be like that.” He says, cupping my chin in his hand.
I start feeling tears come to my eyes as I feel his other hand fall down the front of my shirt. No, no no no this can’t be happening!
His snaky, slithery hand starts playing with my chest as I try to push away. Instead he corners me. Both his hands are under my shirt now, playing with my chest. I begin crying, screaming for help.
“Don’t be like that.” He says, reaching for his own pants now.
He pulls his off, and goes for mine, ripping my jeans off. I scream louder, begging for someone to come to save me. He starts playing with my, uh, ‘downstairs region’, and starts shoving his gross, alcohol-infused tongue into my mouth. This is so disgusting…
He starts sucking brutally on my chest. I feel like my chest is on fire. It hurts like no other! He shoves his genitilia into me, and I scream loudly. Louder than I thought I could. Someone bangs on the door, and demands if everything is okay, probably knowing who lives here.
He curses, and yells back that we’re just watching a horror movie. I start screaming for help again, and he covers my mouth with his. His genetilia is down so deep, it hurts so bad, I end up falling asleep from the pain.
I wake up in a ball, in the same corner he left me, naked. I sit up, theÂ only modesty I have being a sheer sheet,Â and find the only one I can tollerate, Michael, sitting there. He looks very upset.
“Here, I found you some clothes. I don’t know how well they’ll fit.” He says.
He turns away and lets me put on all my clothing privately. When I tell him I’m done, he turns around.
“Izzi, I am so sorry. If I would have been here-” He starts.
“It’s not your fault, Mikey. Thank you for at least trying to help.” I say.
His smile he offers is very shaky. He sits back down, on a chair, giving me space.
“How was school?” He asks, trying to get my mind off what happened.
“Okay. I made a new friend, her name is Shelia. I also kind of got a date tomorrow. Oh, how am I gonna go to that?” I start crying.
“Hey, no. It’s okay, Izzi. I’ll make sure you can go. Jay is gonna get in trouble for this anyway. And I think I know how to do it.” He smirks evilly.
I like it when Michael is being evil. It usually benefits me. Today I realize, he is really a friend of mine. I don’t know why I never thought of him as one till now. But he is a good person. Better than the rest.
“Here, you stay right here. I’ll be back.” He says.
I nod. He leaves, and comes back a little later with a plate with food on it. “I don’t think you’d be hungry, but in case you are, here’s some dinner.”
I thank him. “So what are you gonna do to make sure Jay gets in trouble?”
“He’s gonna rat on himself to me, and I’ll record it. You just go have fun tomorrow. I’ll get all the proof you need then, okay?” He says.
I nod and smile.
The next day, I get up, walk to school and run into Tyler. I think I need to tell him what’s going on.
“Izzi, are you okay? You look sickly almost.” He says, pulling me out of a crowd of kids.
I sigh, and tell him what happened last night, and burst into tears.
“Oh, Izzi…” He says gently, hugging me close.
“I’m sorry…” I whisper.
“Why? It’s that guy’s fault you’re hurting. Not yours.” He says gently, holding onto me.
“I don’t know. I guess I just wanted to be the best for you, but instead I am nothing.” I say quietly.
“You’re more to me now than you ever where.” He says, looking me in the eyes.
I blush, and he smiles. We walk to homeroom together, and sit next to each other. We have ever class except Spanish together, he takes French instead. So that’s the only time we have to part. I can hardly consentrate all day though. I’m so petrified of Jay…
We meet up after school, Tyler and I, and we walk to the movies, our hands interlocked. I have never felt this mixed before. I am excited and happy, but I feel gross and depressed. Almost suicidal. I have always been kind of suicidal, but never like this.
We watch a movie, and it’s a good movie. He loves cartoons, and I love cartoons. So we went to see Wreck-It Ralph. It’s awesome.
We walk out of the theater, laughing and quoting our favorite parts. I hear someone scream my name. I turn. It’s Joshua and Jay. I get scared really fast.
“Who are they?” Tyler whispers.
“Bad news.” I whisper back.
I start running down the street, trying to get away from those two. They are in a car. A car goes faster than a person. Tyler went for the hills I think. No, I hope. They’ll kill him!
Joshua grabs me by the arm, and throws me into the car.
“What do you think you’re doing!?” He demands.
“Just going out to have some fun.” I pant.
“Like a gross beast like you deserves fun. How dare you set Michael out on me!” Jay spits in my face.
Soon, we hear a police officer. Joshua bangs my head into the hood of his car, throws me into the backseat, and floors the gas pedal.
We’re driving very fast, butÂ the police car is faster. The police stop them at a barricade, and I’m rescued. Tyler is there. I learn soon he got the police on our trail, and found Michael. He’s okay!
So now those two beasts are in prison. Jay didn’t get me pregnant. And I am happy with Tyler. I guess that could have gone worse. Someone could have died.