A girl living through abusive circumstances.
“Rach, come here.” Rachel obeyed and walked over towards Deme on the couch and sat beside her.
“What did you do last night? Be honest with me.”
Rachel looked around for a bit and said, “I was across the street at Tyler’s house.”
“Who said you could go over there?”
“Brooke did, you were sleeping so I asked her.”
“What did you do over there?”
Rachel brushed her hands through her hair, her usual nervous routine.
“You know we just watched T.V. and stuff.”
“Rachel you’re the worst liar. What did you really do with Tyler? Did you sleep with him?”
“No! why would you think that?”
“Well your now just coming home and you look like you just threw your clothes on and ran out the door, stop the lying I know you too well.”
“Okay, your right I slept with him happy?”
Deme was serious, “No.”
“I just went over there to watch a movie with him and well I didn’t know it would get that far.”
“You had sex! Rachel your 14!”
“Big deal, your 18 and pregnant.”
“Don’t talk to me like that.” Deme started up the stairs, down the hall and into her room. Rachel stood up starting to regret what she said to Deme and decided to follow her sister up the stairs and talk to her. Rachel walked down the hall and knocked on Deme’s door.
“Deme can I come in?” Rachel could hear Deme crying. Then under her sobs she could hear Deme say the words, “I’m fine, leave me alone Rachel.” Rachel slowly opened the door and saw Deme sitting on her bed hugging her pillow. Rachel got up on the bed and hugged Deme, but Deme rejected and took Rachel’s hands off her.
“Don’t touch me.”
“Deme, I’m sorry.” Rachel couldn’t think of anything else to say.
“Rachel you don’t think sometimes it makes me so frustrated if you want to live with me you need to start maturing.” Deme wiped her tears off her cheeks and stood up off her bed and walked out of the room slamming the door behind her. Rachel was enraged with anger and followed Deme out of the room. She saw Deme walking down the stairs and she yelled, “you know, you’re not the only person who has problems there are other people who are hurting too. Sometimes your so selfish.” Before Rachel could finish Deme yelled back, “I’m selfish? You’re the one getting mad at me for caring and worrying about where you have been for the past 14 hours! I know things are rough Rach, trust me I understand its just not easy for me either, I need you to help out a little.” Before Deme could finish she ran into the bathroom.
Rachel ran into her room grabbed her backpack and skateboard, packed a few of her things and ran back down the stairs and out of the door. She ran over to Tyler’s house. She remembered his parents were out of town so she walked along the side of his house. Peeking through his bedroom window, Rachel saw Tyler caressing some blonde girls hair. They kissed. Rachel ran back out into the street got on her skateboard and skated away, she had no idea where she was going she just wanted to get far, far away from everything around her.
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