CHAPTER 13

After reliving herself she decided to walk around and explore. The mansion was big, whose parent would allow their child to throw a party in such a house?

She stood there admiring the decor and the pictures around, "Want Company?"

"Do I look like I want company?" she didn't even check the owner of the voice. The boy behind her scoffed and stood beside her.

"Why are you so rude, you're not even that pretty…" this made Sage laugh sarcastically.

"Have you looked at yourself or you just go around running that ricking mouth of yours?" the boy griped her hair making her lower her head backwards. He brought his stinking dry mouth and whispered.

"Slut, that's what you are," pulling her so she looked at him. Damn what un ugly sight, who invited this alien here?

His hair was greasy and smelled like fish; sweat was all over his face and more dripping down, big nose with snot inside. Fuck. Dry lips….. She couldn't take it. She switched their position in an instant and let him fall.

"At least shower, you smell like trash damn…"

She joined the rest sat there feeling disgusted and she needed to shower with immediate effect. Fred just sat there in the same spot she left what a boring man. The rest of the party was boring for her because Emily was having the time of her life; she and that Taylor guy were dancing and grinning like fools.

Sage laid on Emily's dorm bed after a warm relaxing shower, it was soft and comfy. The type of comfort that you want to stay in bed and don't go out…. Out to the world was you had to deal with mean, dirty people.

She laid on her back and looked at the white ceiling, Why are almost ceilings white? Her small face carried all types of emotions; Pain, vulnerability, loneliness .....

She was a vulnerable type of girl. The type of girl to cry after a scolding but did the world allow her to be soft... Let everyone step on her like dirt? Not as long as she was still breathing.

Around the comfortable silence, she drifted to sleep.

A black car stopped, inside sat Simona. The man next to her yanked her arm pulling her to him, "Look at me young girl!!" he roared. With glassy eyes she looked at him, the man who she called father was the same man who treated her like trash. The same father who read her bedtime stories was now shoving her around.

"I'm the reason that you are here so, you should be a good girl and do as I say… now you go in there and apologies to him." He gripped her chin making her flinch in pain, "I've build my reputation for so long and made allies so we can all live a good life," more to you living a good life, she screamed in her head. The car door was opened and she was thrown out.

Yes that was the life she lived, at home she was a different girl, scum, a burden and a punching bag. At school she was all high and mighty so she could hide what trash her life was.

Walking under the burning sun, her soul was also burning. Why did she have to be born, "Mom… mom," she called tears running down her cheeks, she tried to wipe them off but just like a steam they never stopped. Her mom couldn't even listen to her because she didn't even know her. She was just an adopted poor girl with no clue where her real parents were.

Brandon always made sure that he reminded her who she was, a helpless poor girl with no future. What could she do but let her fate be.