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A man approached me on the night of my 16th birthday. Nothing has ever been the same. I almost lost my humanity, my meaning, my purpose, my very existence.

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7. "Slut"

Another house, my luck. Jackson had been so quiet on the trip in. He made me sit in the van with nothing but boxes lying around. He made the trip extra bumpy deliberately going on dirt roads driving through pot holes, driving on curbs and turning hard corners. I was still very sore, my stomach surviving every hit, turn, stop and bump. We got to the house at midnight, Jackson grabbed my wrist and took me into the house. Shoving me into the nearest lockable thing from the outside. Bedroom. The room was empty, quite big but lonely. I collapsed in the middle in the middle of the room. Too tired, too weak to move. 

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"Nel Nel... Wake up... WAKE UP YOU STUPID BITCH!" a hard red slap across my cheek jerked me awake.

"I've decided to treat you. No matter how badly you treated me, I'm willing to forgive." that didn't sound very convincing.

"What do you want?" I rubbed my cheek as I sat up to Jackson's devilish smile.

"Oh I want nothing, Nel Nel. But I've decided to let you go to school." he walked off and came back in with maroon colored skimpy uniform; a small plaid dress, black high heel shoes and white knee high socks. "And here you go" Jackson chucked make up products on me. He placed the clothes in a neat pile beside me. 

"Why school?" Don't you think I'd runaway?

"I like the idea of you as a school girl. Virgin and innocent, it turns me on." he winked, I'm no longer innocent nor virgin you stupid prick. I shuddered in disgust. "Now if by any means you plan on leaving or running away, just remember I'm 5 steps ahead of you. You don't want to screw it up. You have an hour to get ready" he left me. 

The large room was empty, with it's own on suite and bathroom. I took a long hot shower, letting the water glide of my stitches. I think I was ready for this school thing, or anything that involved being away from Jackson's "protection". I stepped out of the shower and dried myself off. I pulled on the small dress, it's tightness defined my figure which I had always been self-conscious about. Though I wished I could sew and have pull down the heightened hem. I was never a fan of makeup, if I ever wore it, someone else would do it for me. I started with foundation, evening my skin tone, and then the concealer. I darkened my eyes with the eyeliner, maybe it was too much. I then applied mascara, lengthening the look of my eyelashes. I think I was enjoying this way too much.

"Nel Nel, breakfast is ready" Jackson called out. I was surprised he cared so much to consider breakfast. I walked through to the kitchen, the dining table had a place set for one. Bacon, eggs and baked beans. He sat at that seat, and pointed to another, which had laid out a banana and a glass of milk. Should have known his kindness is less than minimal. "Damn, you look hot" he said, I ignored his statement. "Here's your bag, and stationary, and a  note to leave dress like that." Jackson winked. I soon realized I looked the part of a slut. I went to the nearest mirror and started wiping off some make-up. A cool breath blew on my shoulder as hands gripped my wrist "No, you don't want to do that now." Jackson forcefully swiveled me around and and crashed his lips on mine, holding my head so I couldn't refrain. "We should get going" he said, loosening his grip and walking out the door.

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Jackson drove me happily to school, as we parked and said our goodbyes, he forced his lips back on mine one last time. I got out of the car and shook it off. New life. The building was a big limestone building, West Albany High School. I tore my gaze from the school and instantly felt dozens of eyes on me, guys, girls and teachers. A female teacher first approached me, her kind smile and friendly attitude startled me. "Hi, you must be new, I'm Mrs. Hazel. It ah, seems to me you aren't wearing the appropriate attire." she slightly crinkled her nose. I could hear the comments being so far from any others around. "Slut" "I'd tap that" "Wonder who she will get with"

"Oh right, my guardian has a note." I snapped out of the continuing voice and I scavenged through my bag and pulled out the note.

"That's alright, we still need conformation from the principle." She smiled brightly while leading me to the principle's office. 

"Well hello there miss. I-I-I'm Mr. Gayle" His tone was surprised and his eyes bulged out as he scanned my clothing. Mrs. Hazel handed the note to the principle. "According to section B, paragraph 8 'The required school uniform is compulsory'. Section B, paragraph 12 'Shoes are to be black and leather'. Section B, paragraph 13 'socks are to be clean, white and with no logos showing'." he read the note. "He has a point, she is wearing the right clothing. We can't really do much to stop this." he looked to Mrs. Hazel. "But anyway, welcome to the school, Miss Chenelle Jake. Here is your timetable and your locker number and combination, Mrs. Hazel can direct you to your locker. 

Locker 352. Right next to the boys toilets. Mrs. Hazel was gone when I looked to her, her tall lean figure  scurried off into the pool of maroon. A couple of boys walked out of the toilets, whistling and howling. I shoved my bag in my locker and took out books for my first class. I closed my locker, and the boys behavior was because I was stood there. They looked at me and laughed, winked, making inappropriate faces and gestures. I turned away and walked to go to home room, realizing home room was the other way, I walked shamefully back in the boys direction. 

"Ahhh and she's back" One of them said, blocking my trail.

"Slut" Another one spat, hitting my books out of my hand.

"I wouldn't talk to me like that, sluts are the only thing that would touch you" I started to walk past them

"You want me. Don't ya?" he called back. 

"I'd rather stick pins my eyes" I marched over to him and eyed him off. "Fuck off man whore". The wail of 'ooo's' and 'ahhhhs' swirled between the boys. I picked up my stuff and tried to navigate my way through.

Home room was whispery and loud. No one was afraid to tell me what they though of me. I  stopped myself from screaming at them, it's not the place. I tried to focus on the teacher reding the daily bulletin. 

"We have a new student at our school. Chanelle would you like to come up here?" she asks. i shook my head vigourously, but she drags me up the front. I stood there for a few seconds, and thanked the bell. I walked quick, fastening my pace as a girl called my name. 

"Chanelle! I gotta talk to you!" The girl yelled. I was stopped by another girl, obviously one of her friends

"I got her em" she called back. The girl gripped my as we waited for 'em' to catch up with us. "Emily, I have the skank" 

"So Chanelle is it?" Emily eyed me off. Her perfect blue eyes, blonde hair and kind face ruins the fact she's a bitch. I kept a neutral expression on my face. "To shy to talk whore?"

"Or what?" I mocked her choice of words. 

"Shut your face. You better keep that cat of yours away from the football team. Your already ruining their rep just being present." Emily spat. 

"Frankly football season is over, and the football team is just a bunch of guys" she kept quiet, they all did. "Is that all? Because theirs a life in that vending machine over there, and I'd love to buy you one" I admit that was a horrible comeback of mine. 

"Your such a joke" she scoffed

"I'm pretty sure no ones laughing" I gestured to her friends. 

"Just keep those man hands away from everyone." Emily strutted off leaving her friends with me.

"Sure! As long as that fat ass ain't blocking my view" I laughed. Bystanders except her friends laughed. The girls all turned to me. They all circled me walking around throwing comments at me

"Skank"

"Whore"

"You don't deserve to be here"

"I can actually smell the fishy scent on you"

"I bet you lost your V-card when you were 12" 

I suddenly felt like I was trapped at Jackson's, exposed to the pictures of his stalking murderous days. This almost reached that, it hurt. I closed my eyes. Those words, all of this because my rapist, murderer, stalker, molester guardian forced me to look this way. I re-opened my eyes and every face I saw, was his. Jackson. I blink twice, and see him. I break through the circle and run. Closing my eyes and only opening them to see where I was going. It wasn't long until I crashed into an opening door. 

"Are you ok? Girl? Can you hear me?" I hastily open my eyes. It wasn't Jackson, I was relieved. I slowly sit up from the corridor floor. Everyone was gone, class was on, and everyone left me in the middle of the hallway. 

"What time is it?" I asked rubbing my head. 

"9.30 how long have you been out here?" He asked. This is the most normal conversation I've had in weeks.

"Just after home room" I sigh. 

"Are you ok now?" He half smiled. It was the most friendliest face I had come across, one who wasn't hiding behind a fake smile. He really was being so real, and genuine. His talking disrupts my almost good thoughts "Because I've heard your the one to come to if ever well... You're feelin' horney" he smirks. I couldn't resist but slap him red on the cheek. He deserved that. I picked up my things and found the class I was horribly late to. Maths.

"Nice of you to join us Chanelle, why are you so late?" It was the teacher from this morning, Ms. Hazel.

"Sorry I. I...." I looked round the dozens of eyes, and surely enough Emily's friends were there. "I fainted. I was just so overwhelmed by the new school, I must have just fainted" my poor excuse was accepted by Ms. Hazel. 

"I saw you out there with Snake. Get a good root?" One of the boys remarks, set me off. I'm usually so calm. I just got up and walked out of the classroom. Ms. Hazel and the students just watched, didn't even try to stop me. I walked to the office and asked to call so someone to pick me up.

"Where are you calling Miss Jake?" The receptionist asked. 

"Home" I mumbled. Jackson was home. 

"He will be here in ten minutes, if you can go have a seat please."

I slumped on the chair, and let my eyes wonder around my surroundings, my eyes led me to a door with 'sick bay' on it. It was slightly open, and there sat 'Snake'. I walked over to the door and pushed it open.

"Weak" I said, as he had an ice pack over the cheek I whacked. 

"Better than history" he sighs. 

"Chanelle? Jackson is here?" The receptionist trailed my steps. 

"Whose Jackson?" Snake asked with sudden interest. I rolled my eyes to meet him. 

"Having a rough day?" He asked, so fake-ly genuine. "Let's go."  

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