If you think that your life sucks just because daddy didn't get you the phone you wanted or mommy didn't let you go to the mall. Then I am so gonna kick your ass. You don't know how lucky you are. I would literally kill to have your life. Were you get to complain about not getting the phone the right color. I would love that, but unfortunately, that is only feasible as a figment of my imagination. I have been living in my own personal hell for the last two years. My name is Lorain. I'm 17 years old and I wan to get the hell out of Haven City.
You see, my dad left me with my step mom and step brother. Now I know what your thinking, ' Oh, this is just another Cinderella story'. Well let me tell you, I wish that were the case. As I said, my dad left when I was fifteen. He left me behind. At first everything was ok, but then things changed. My step-brother, Scott, came into my room one night and raped me. I tried to tell my mom, but she didn't give a rat's ass. She was getting married and she wanted to make it look like we were the perfect family. My mom told me to suck it up and stop being a wuss. My new dad brought with him two daughters. Seven year old Kim and Ten year old Karen. They were adorable, except they were total snobs. I've now since learned to lock up all of my prized processions.
" Lorain! Get your ass down here!" Mom yelled. Great, what now?
" Coming." I called back. I pulled my long sleeved shirt over my head and ran downstairs.
" Oh, Good. Your wearing the shirt." Mom exclaimed when I appeared in the kitchen. Everyone was sitting down eating breakfast. " Well, don't just stand there! Sit down and eat." I sat down and ate, just as she commanded. I've learned that it's better to do as your told. " Ok, remember, if anyone see's your bruises-"
" I fell because I'm clumsy and stupid." I finished. Mom nodded and handed me twenty dollars for lunch. Scott came up next to me and put his arm around my waist. I know what your thinking ' Ewwww! They're related.'. The sad thing is, everyone knows we're step siblings and that it's legal to date. So to everyone else, we're the school's 'it' couple. We're perfect. NOT.
" Come on, babe. Time to go to school." Scott whispered in my ear. I shivered. Ok, confession time. As much as I hate to admit it, I love Scott. I have been in love with him for as long as I could remember. I was totally ecstatic when I found out he was moving in, but then of course everything changed. Again, I know it's idiotic, but I still love Scott. I guess part of me hopes I can change him.
" Fine, let's go." I mutter. We walk towards the door. His arm around my waist, mine around his. We grab our backpacks and start walking towards the bus stop.
" Don't forget to smile." Mom calls after us. We nod and plaster fake smiles over our face. We wait a few minutes for the bus to come. Show Time! Once we get on, we're ambushed with greetings. Scott and I wave and smile, acting like the two nicest most perfect people in the world.
" Hey, Scott." Jack calls. Scott and I go over and sit behind Jack and Jenny. Jack is Scott's best friend. He's dating Jenny, who coincidently happens to be my best friend.
" Hey, Jack." Scott replied. " Jenny." Jenny waved in response.
" Hey Jen. What'd I miss?" I ask.
" Nothing much. We're having a pep rally today." Jenny replied. Crap I almost forgot. I turn towards Scott to ask if he has everything.
" Don't worry, babe. I have everything." Scott answers before I can ask. I smile a fake smile and lean over and kiss him. I know it's disgusting, but we're supposed to be the perfect couple remember? Scott kisses me back. The kiss was actually nice. Scott is so much nicer when we're at school. I wish he was like this all the time. But unfortunately he wasn't.
" Ok you two, get a room." Jenny teased. As much as I wished that I could just laugh along, I couldn't. Because I knew that we would end up getting a room and then the abuse would begin. But I smiled anyways.
" Maybe we should." Scott laughed.
" You wish." I laughed. Scott pulled me closer.
" You know I do." Scott replied grinning. " And you know I will get the room." He whispered so that only I could hear him. I shivered in response.
" You're a pig." I teased.
" Yes, but I'm your pig." Scott replied. He leaned in and kissed me. I kissed back. After a while, he pulled back. " Love you." He whispered. Even thought I knew he didn't mean it, I felt loved.
" Love you, too." I whispered back. And the seriously messed up part about this is, I meant it. I did love him and he knew it and he didn't care. I think, that was what hurt the most. Everything else he did to me seemed like nothing, the fact that he didn't love me, sent my whole world crashing down.