Chapter 2
Since I was a little kid, I used to enjoy getting lost. I was adventurous, but I often got myself into trouble when my parents would get really worried. Like that one time I got lost in the mall when I was ten and I didn't even remember my parents' phone numbers. They didn't find me until an hour later. From then onwards, they were ready to tattoo their numbers on my arms.
Or that other time I learned how to ride a bicycle and just fled off. After exploring for a long time, I finally came back home, only to see my mom cry. My mother never cried. She was brave that I would find my way back. But after I got kidnapped, I never could find my way back to the place I used to call home. I tried. That was the first time I ended in failure.
For the first time, I was afraid of getting lost.
The window was fully open, letting the air into the room. That was one reason to open the window, but I had something else in mind. I used my knee pads that I had for volleyball and my elbow pads from my bike. I thought it was lucky that there was a tree right outside my window. So I started to climb down it. It took me a little while to get to the ground, but I made it.
I didn't know where to go. I was new to the town, even the state. I enjoyed getting lost, but finding my way around this town means that I would be here forever. I can't do that. I have to get out of here as soon as possible. It's for the best.
I ran as fast as I could, trying to get away from the house. As I ran farther and farther, the house started getting smaller and smaller, then turning in the size of an ant. I wanted it to be like that. I wanted the house to disappear, the man in that house to disappear, but mostly, the bad memories in that house to disappear. They were all bad, since the beginning.
I didn't want to look back at the house, but I still did, hoping it was the reality that I was finally getting freedom after the third try. That's what they say, right? Third time's the charm. But it wasn't.
It's funny how we say something and just jinx it, right? In this case, it's not funny.
The wind stopped blowing against my face as I rammed into a hard chest. The black clothes that the person was wearing were almost impossible to recognize that there was actually someone there in the darkness surrounding me. My heart raced more than it was when I was running. I tried running away from the man, but he grabbed my loose hair, fisting it. I yelped and wriggled, trying to get away from him. I knew it wasn't going to work; he was almost twice my size.
A painful couple of seconds passed until my heart almost stopped. A black van, the same one from the house, parked right beside the abandoned road.
Only God knew when I was pushed into the van, only to see the guy from the house. That kidnapper, that molester. I knew what was happening. I was backed up against the door of the van, but I couldn't do anything to stop him. My clothes were ripped off, and his hands-
I gasped, running a hand through my hair. I squeezed my eyes shut and shook my head rapidly to get rid of the thoughts. I looked to the passenger seat of the car, to see my two "friends" knocking on the window. I gave them a fake smile, something that looked real, and got out of the car, wearing my backpack. It's not like Mean Girls where Regina George and her gang would get away with not getting their backpacks to school. I tried that once and I got kicked out of the class because nothing except my makeup fit in the handbag.
And that was my favorite class, Biology.
"Hey girls. Let's go, or else we might get late to class." I giggled like an idiot. I had to act.
"Shy, you seem like you are really tired. what happened?" Sierra asked me. She's the logical thinker. Honestly, if she wasn't going after boys on a daily basis, we would be the best of friends.
"Oh, you know. The usual. I slept really late for obvious reasons." I winked and bit my lip in a seductive way. I fought the urge to shiver in disgust at my own actions.
"Lucky! I barely even get guys like you do." Adriana whined. "Seriously though? How do you do it?" Typical. It's like I'm the 'mom' of the group. Funny how I don't even have a mom to act like one.
"It's a matter of time and experience, my child. Watch and learn." I whispered. My outer shell smirked as I walked into the school (while swaying my hips may I add), but my inner cover was nervous, shy and insecure as all the guys' heads turned my way. Either the fake cleavage or my ass, their eyes were all over my body.
I never really had large breasts like Adriana or Sierra. I was a normal girl with a B sized cup. It didn't matter to me though. The guys cared about the look and the emotion in my eyes. What I want to show is anger, disgust, and fear. But what you see is lust and desire.
I trotted through the hallways, my "minions" right behind me, copying my actions. Right then, a guy came beside me, wrapping an arm around my waist. When I opened my mouth to say something, he softly pushed my back against one of the lockers, placing a kiss on the corner of my lips.
"Liam?" I asked looking up at him. He was tall, considering he was in the basketball team. No, he wasn't the captain, but he's close to being one.
"In the flesh, babe." His dark green eyes pierced into mine, trying to read me. I covered my emotions as much as I could, which worked. I smirked. "So, how about tonight?" He pressed his lips to mine, moving them freely. I pulled away for a second.
"You know that it's not for free, right?" I asked.
"Yes, but no matter how much I pay, I know that it would be worth it." He pressed his lips to mine again, only to start an unwanted make out session. At least for me, it is.
His hands roamed over my body, over my hips and even a little lower, only for them to come back up to hold my breasts. They came closer and closer. I wanted to push him away and kick him in his family jewels, but I knew that I can't do that.
"Mr. Millard and Ms. Dawson. I believe you two have somewhere else to be other than... exchanging saliva in the halls." I pushed him away from me.
Thank God a teacher came to separate us.
"I'm sorry. It won't happen again." Liam replied.
"I highly doubt that, but please do it in your own time in a different place other than the schools. Now go to your class." She told us. Liam pecked my lips and winked my way, only to have me scurry away to my class. I was lucky this morning since I was a couple of feet away from my class, and the teacher hadn't arrived yet.
I sat at my usual seat, in front of two idiots who didn't even know we had five senses. Who doesn't? And yes, we are in biology class.
Instead of paying attention, they watch me take notes and stare at my fake cleavage all class. I mentally rolled my eyes at how stupid they are. And guess what? They are best friends, which makes it terrible since they work on getting a lot of stuff together.
I opened my glasses case to wear the reading glasses that I have had since a year. Adriana said I looked hot with my glasses on. Even if she said that or not, I would wear them because I can't see shit without them. I pulled out my MacBook from my backpack and opened to the page that we left off yesterday. The embryo. Yes, it's human reproduction.
Right when I got to that page, the teacher walked in and immediately and opened the same page that I was on.
"Sorry I was late. My daughter didn't want to go to school this morning." Mrs. Rivera moved her black hair from her face. "Okay, so going back to the embryo, we have finished learning about how it has formed. The sperm and the egg fuse in the Fallopian Tube, which then divides multiple times. After four weeks of fertilization, we can see that it will be implanted on the walls of the uterus, specifically the endometrium. This gives a cushioning effect to the embryo so that it can grow properly." She explained. I typed my notes as she explained.
"So when since the embryo doesn't have a fully developed immune system, it has to be maintained in a sterile environment."
"Wait, so does that mean the baby cannot become pregnant?" One of my classmates from the back asked.
"No, Philip. Sterile also has a different definition if you didn't know. It means 'free from bacteria', or 'totally clean'." His mouth formed an 'o' shape.
"To stay in a sterile environment, an amniotic layer helps keep the amniotic fluid which is inside, and helps the embryo stay in a sterile environment."
"Oh, so when a pregnant woman says that their 'water broke', that's the amniotic layer?" I asked her, tapping the end of the pen on my chin.
"Exactly." She said, impressed. She always is with my questions and answers. She heard from others about my reputation in the halls, but I'm honestly a good student in class. Everyone gets shocked. But that's because I have a passion for school and studies. "Keep making connections, Shayla."
Just like that, I continued to make more connections throughout the class. Of course, I was interested! Ever since I started biology class, I wanted to have a career that had to do something with biology. Either a botanist or a zoologist, I wanted to do something in that field.
Class was over. I didn't want to go to my next class, which was math. It always has to be math. Ughh.
It's not like I don't like math, but it's just that I don't like the people in my class. I just happen to be with Liam, and he happens to be the person who I have to sit next to for the rest of the period. That means I would have his hand on my thigh for the rest of the class.
He tries so hard to tempt me, but I don't get tempted. One, he's not my type. Two, I hate it when guys do that to me. Three, it makes me not fall asleep at night. I get nightmares because of that, and it does not end well.
I walk into the classroom, to see that almost everyone was settled. I ignored the looks of all the guys and sat in my spot. Only a couple seconds later, Liam came and sat right next to me. He was about to bring me into his lap, but the teacher came, once again.
Again, thank God the teacher came at the right time. I knew that Liam was getting frustrated at the side; he needed me to calm him down. Honestly, I just wish I could just get the money even without doing anything. But it can't end that way, right?
I wish that Liam wasn't in any of my classes. He tried to distract me by keeping his hands on my thigh, tracing on my skin, and placing it dangerously close to... that area. Of course, he succeeded in distracting me, but it was more of an uncomfortable distraction than a lust-filled distraction.
I wish he didn't come to my house every day to have sex, pay me, and leave. He did today, just like every day. I hated the stench of sweat when he came to my house after basketball practice. I hated how he never left me alone since the past year. I hated how he tries to flatter me. I hated how he tried to show affection in public. I hated everything about him.
He's not my type, nor is he a person who I would talk to in general.
I want to meet someone. Someone who would care for me, and not my body. I want to find that perfect guy. I know he's somewhere in this world.
Where are you?
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Shayla/Mikayla's life seems pretty bad if you ask me. It's terrible, actually. SO, who do you think the guy is?
Let's see in the upcoming chapters...
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