“Ask me to join next time,” Kalen pipes up.
“It’s so fucking hilarious, being gang banged by a rival group after they drugged me and sent the videos to my brother, so ha ha,” I yell even louder. “I guess being raped, multiple times, is fucking hilarious to you all.”
A sob hits my throat and I turn to run. No one at the table says a word, but Kalen jumps from his chair and tries to wrap his arms around me. I fight, pushing him and yelling, not even any coherent words. Tears pour down my face as I break free and flee from the dining hall.
A moment in my life I tried to forget, to bury deep inside, the second most broken piece of my soul, has just been bared for the whole school to see. Ripped from me without my permission. I’m heartbroken, but how stupid is it that the deepest wound is still my mother? She left me, buried me like I was a bad memory from her worst day.
Chapter Eight
Amelie
I don’t hesitate to skip the rest of my classes for the day. I’m too upset to sit in class and be stared at and talked about. Fuck that.
I don’t have Susan to scream at me for not being in the right place, and no one comes looking for me, so I can get away with it for now at least. I doubt Monty will give me too much of a hard time when he finds out; it was his sons - those perfect prefects - who leaked my private file anyway. He isn’t going to like that, at all.
I fell straight in bed and napped for a bit, and have just woken up. I feel a little better, I guess. I get that the twins hate me, that they want me gone. To me they are just collateral damage, but to do something so damn hurtful is barbaric… I vow that my payback will be sweet.
My iPhone is stashed in a packet of pads, the overnight kind. I may have ran in for a phone, but was smart enough to grab some supplies. The massive pads were big enough to fold around my phone because I wasn’t sure if they do room checks here.
Powering on the mobile, I get myself dressed in my jeans and a nice top that I snagged from the Knox house on Sunday. I don’t want to think about it as being my room, my stuff. It feels too much like the incubator is trying to buy my...well, I highly doubt she gives a shit about my love, but my approval at least. I may feel crappy, but I don’t have to look it. The clothes are just sitting there, she clearly intended for me to have them, so why shouldn’t I wear them? Have to say, the bitch does have good taste.
I have half a dozen messages waiting to be read and I smile because I know they’ll be birthday well-wishes from my family, because in Australia right now, it’s already my birthday. My brother and Smalls have always stayed up late to wish me a Happy Birthday bang on midnight, and I’m pretty sure that no amount of ocean or miles between us will change that. The messages are from a few hours ago and they will all be asleep right now.
Big Bro
Happy birthday, baby sis. Hope it's so terrible there that you come home.
Smalls
Happy birthday, baby girl, miss you so damn much. My heart aches for you.
Dad
Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you. Will call you soon.
Shit! I need to take my phone with me when I go to dinner tomorrow. Maybe I could just take the SIM card and slip it into the decoy phone I left at the house? That would be easier to smuggle in than a whole phone? I’ll consider it more carefully later.
Sawyer
I can’t stop thinking about you. Let’s meet up again.
I fire back a response:
Amelie
I have a gut feeling I will be seeing you very soon.
He replies back instantly:
Sawyer
Hmm that sounds promising. How about Wednesday night, my place?
Amelie
I have plans? How about tonight?
Idon’t have plans, but I have a feeling that after tomorrow night he will know who I am and all bets will be off.
