Fifteen; Fucked Up Bad

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Sophia's POV

When I woke up, I was in a fluffy bed, but didn't know who's. I started panicking, but mommy hurried into the room grabbing me.

"Hey, sleepyhead." I giggled. She slipped me into a different cute dress while she spoke.

"I was thinking that we would get some food in your tummy, get you a bath, then go shopping. How's that sound?" I nodded excitedly.

"Good girl." She carried me to a cute little kitchen and sat me in a highchair. She put a plate of mashed potatoes, macaroni and cheese, and chicken nuggets in front of me.

"Can my baby eat by herself?" I nodded and reached for the fork that was in her hand.

"This is so I can see what and how we eat in public. Act like you would if we were out somewhere. Can you do that, princess?" I nodded and reached harder for the fork. She rolled her eyes and handed me the fork, running her fingers through my hair. She sat in the chair and watched me as she ate as well. I tried not to show my frustration at the fork when the food wouldn't stay on it.

"UGH!" I yelled getting pissed. She reached for me, but I slapped her hand away, jumping out of the stupid chair.

"You need to get your act together, young lady, and I mean now!" Jessica spoke to me like a fucking pet.

"I'm not your fucking 'young lady'! Last time I checked, I was a fucking adult! Jessica, I am grown! I'm not a pet! I'm not a baby!" I yelled and ran towards the door. She quickly had her hands on my shoulders.

"I can't force you to stay, but I can tell you that I will not tolerate this behavior here." She spoke calmly but with a controlling tone.

"Damn right! You can't control me! You can't make me stay! I'm not an item! You can't own me!" She sighed and released me.

"I never tried to." Her voice cracked, and she walked back to the kitchen. I stormed out, grabbing my phone and purse off of a table that she must have brought here, and slamming the door. I was about a half a mile away when I realized that I had no idea where I was. I got out my phone and called my friend Camden. I haven't spoken to him since a few weeks after graduation. He made it as some model or some shit, but he is pretty badass and will understand.

"Hey, who is this?" He spoke in his usual deep tone.

"It's Sophia." I fought tears.

"Well damn, Soph. I haven't heard from you in months."

"Sorry, Cam. I r-really need help." I finally couldn't hold the tears any longer. 

"Are you okay? What's up?"

"I'm lost." My voice rose octaves as I cried.

"Sophia, are you physically lost or emotionally lost?"

"B-Both, Camden."

"Dammit. What do you see? Roadsigns, shops, anything?"

"A sign that says 'Tableturns Road'" He sighed.

"I'm on my way. Stay on the phone until I get there. Can you tell me what happened?"

"I h-had this g-girlfriend."

"Okay, Soph. I understand. I'm about five minutes away. I will bring alcohol, but I need you to take a few deep breaths and try to calm down before I get there."

"Y-yeah." I sat in the grass, crying like a little baby.

A little baby.

It was then that I knew what I had lost. I fucked up bad.

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