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Love always,
Mom ox
Great, I wonder what that could be about. They couldn’t have found out about Jeremy, right? Walking over to the sink, I open the cabinet and take out some meds. My fucking head is pounding from last night's beating. My body aches something fierce, but I will not let these bitches get me down. I really shouldn't have gone straight to bed when I got home. I’m thankful I woke up. That cunt slammed my head into the concrete so fucking hard I saw stars. Why do I think I can handle everything myself? I’ve never gone to the school administration about all the bullying, and I never told my parents about it either. I’m such an idiot. If we had told someone from the beginning, maybe Quinn would still be alive.
“Wrong,”
“Shh, not yet,”the voices argue, and I roll my eyes, which only sends stabbing pains through my head, like a million needles poking at my brain repeatedly.
“Would you listen if we told you to stay home?”
“It will not be a good day, Charlee,”the voices continue, but I go to the fridge, grab a drink, crack it open and swallow down the meds, ignoring them.
An hour later, I’m finally at school, and I haven’t seen the pack of cunts or Vaughn since getting here. That makes me breathe a little easier. Walking into the auditorium for our monthly bullymeeting, I find a seat in the back. Once everyone has gathered in the room, the administrators begin by introducing our guest speakers.
Getting bored, I scroll on my phone and gasp at what I see. Donna posted a picture of her face. Her lips are melted down to the bone, and I gag.Jesus Christ.
Suddenly, everyone's phones go off, and giggling erupts, echoing through the room, then a video plays on the big screen in front of the entire school. Tears form in my eyes when I see Quinn being bullied, then me, last night in the cemetery with my shirt up and tits out, letting Vaughn touch me. Then it skips to me on my knees with his dick barely in my mouth and him moaning.What the fuck?His hands are wrapped around my hair, bobbing my head up and down his shaft, forcing me to gag on his dick.What in the actual fuck?
Everyone laughs, and the surrounding ones point in my direction as the video changes to my body with a pig mask oinking. Which only makes everyone else join in. Tears fall down my cheeks, and I get up and fight through the legs of students sitting in the same row as me, trying to get to the stairs to leave. The laughing and oinking that echoes the space makes my heart beat out of my chest. I feel so dirty and humiliated. How could he do that to me? Most of that shit didn’t even fucking happen.
Once I exit the auditorium, I run into someone so hard I fall back onto my ass, wincing in pain, but I quickly wipe my tears and get to my feet as firm hands press against my shoulders, keeping me in place. I look up, and my eyes collide with a snarling Vaughn.
“Oh, Pumpkin, did you enjoy the video I made for you?” He laughs and I growl.
“Fuck you, you know damn well that shit wasn’t true, you limp-dick piece of shit!” I yell, and he continues to laugh.
“Funny how you thought I wanted you—you fat little bitch. I could never be with a fatty like you. Nasty whore,” he spits as more tears fall down my face.
“Is that right, Vaughn, the one who came before I could even get my mouth on that little thing!” I smirk, wiping the tears, getting to my feet. He growls, and I shove him as the door opens and the principal comes out with a red face and a mean grin. He grabs Vaughn by the arm, pulling him down the hallway, and I leave school altogether. Fuck this. I’m out of here. There’s no way I could finish the day, not after that.
Getting home, I’m glad no one is there, so I go up to my room and cry myself to sleep. It's not until hours later that my mother wakes me up for dinner, and I go downstairs.
“Honey, why were you home before me?” She asks.
“Short day for seniors,” I lie, and she nods.
“Listen, there is something me and dad need to tell you.” She says, and I take a deep breath, not having a clue what it could be. Dad clears his throat and looks at Mom with heartbreak in his eyes.Uh, what the fuck?
“There is no easy way to say this, but you were adopted, sweetheart,” he says, and my eyes widen, my heart caught in my throat as I look over to my mother, who has tears in her eyes.
“What do you mean I’m adopted?” I ask, and my mom takes a deep breath, wiping her tears.
“You were left on our doorstep when you were just days old, with your doll in a box and a letter that said we couldn’t give it to you until you were eighteen.” She says, sliding the envelope over to me. I lift it and see the script writing, “My daughter.” Tears fall down my cheeks, and I’m not sure how to feel. I’m devastated. It’s already been a shit fucking day, and now it's got a whole lot worse.
“Do you know who my real parents are?” I ask, and they both shake their heads.
“I’m so sorry, Honey. We should’ve told you sooner, but—I’m sorry,” she says, and I nod.
“I’m not sure what to say. I think I’m in shock—like you both are the only parents I know, and to find out I’m not yours, hurts—it hurts so fucking bad.” I sob, standing from the table.
“Please don’t leave. Let’s talk about this,” my mom begs.
“Yeah, Charlee, sit down, please. Ask us anything,” my father adds, but I shake my head, rounding the table.
“I can’t, I just need a minute to process this all.” I say and walk out of the house. I sit on the stoop and open the letter, bracing myself for what it could say.
To my daughter,
