Untamed

Imagine the most important thing you have being ripped away from you. Then the people you love and depend on leaving and betraying you. Now imagine, in your most vulnerable state, someone enters your life, and makes everything worse........
Young Shay is on the brink of discovering the power of the female body, but confounded by the sometimes unsavoury repercussions. She is also an infamous anomaly blazing a path of destruction through a small town, bringing shame to her home and ill repute to her own name. The source of her internal trauma; the most malicious and sexually depraved man you can envision.
She is preyed upon until her fear causes her to push any possible help away, and drives her into a state of depression and suicidal behaviour. Then a hero emerges offering sanctuary; but what he doesn't know, is that she has become so tainted by her environment that even when removed from it she is the most destructive force to herself and those around her.

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1. Untamed

 

Chapter 1

I was just about to walk out of the room when I heard her whistle. I looked out my window and down at the coffee coloured girl with thick black twists in her hair.

Hey can you come out? She calls in a whisper.

I pointed to the front of the house to let her know I was coming down. I put on my jacket before turning off all the lights and headed out the front door. She was standing in the middle of the walkway when I got outside.

That was brave, she says.

My parents aren’t home, I return.

Okay, she says turning around as we both walk to the car with our hands in the pockets of our jackets.

Spencer? I ask scrutinizing the car.

We needed someone with a ride, she says.

Hey, he says opening the door on the front passenger for me.

Spencer and Imani were just two people I hung out with occasionally. I didn’t really have friends here; well not like I did in Long Beach. Never quite formed a clique or a BFF relationship with anyone, just sort of fell in and out of groups preferring not to get too close to anyone.

So where are we going? I say getting into the car.

The lake, Imani says as we drive off.

Who’s got the booze? I ask.

It’s in the back, Spencer says moving his almost white hair back from his face, which just fell back over his left eye as it usually does.

Several minutes later we were seated at the edge of the lake, each with a beer in hand; for them their second, for me my third.

So how was Miami? Spencer asks draping his arm around my shoulder.

Get your arm off me before I break it, I say.

Okay, he says quickly retracting it.

To answer your question it was better than this hellhole, I say.

You don’t think that was a little harsh? Imani asks.

Nope, I say taking a swig of my beer.

You do realize this is where we were both born and raised right? Spencer asks.

Yeah, and I feel sorry about that every time I think about it, I say.

Anyway, Imani cuts in. You meet any cute guys in Miami?

A vision of his rich brown skin, long neat dreads and succulent lips flashes before me.

Uh, no. I mean, that wasn’t what I was there for, I say.

Oh please, Imani says.

Why go searching for something that’s already here right? Spencer says looking up at me with a smile.

Uh no, I say. My brother’s kinda cute you’d like him, I say to Imani.

You got pics? She asks.

Yeah, I say getting out my phone.

Ooooh he is cute! She exclaims as Spencer rolls his eyes.

Hands down the Brooks siblings were a sight to behold. Our light complexion, dark hair and extreme physique seemed to hypnotize the opposite sex. While I was in Miami my brother probably went through about 50 girls in one month, that’s more than the amount of days a month has and those are whom I actually saw come to the house. As for me, people here act like they’ve never seen an ass this big before. It even has the white boys going crazy; Spencer for example. As if me being biracial or more like multiracial didn’t confuse people enough, I had strands of blonde between my black hair.

So what did I miss while I was away? I ask.

Oh nothing, Imani says. Just Katelyn talking smack.

What did that bitch say? I ask.

Katelyn was just some chick I had a mini war going on with since her boyfriend got drunk and kissed me. Me being drunk myself I kissed him back and let’s just say he hit second base and then she walked in. Personally Eliot wasn’t my type but who knows what the hell they’re doing when you’re stoned out of your mind. Now she uses every opportunity available to slander my name, and to make the rest of his teenage life a living hell. Consequences of being a cheat I guess.

After they both told me all the mess she’d been talking about me being a man eater and a nasty desperate ho I got a little upset.

I’ve heard enough and I’ve had enough. Spencer gimme the keys to your car, I say getting up.

What? You don’t have a license you’re not even old enough to drive, he says.

I’m not old enough to drink either none of us are yet here we are, I say. And I turned sixteen before I left.

It’s almost 12:30 am if you’re thinking of going to her house she’s probably asleep and her parents are probably at home, Imani says as she stands to her feet.

Then I’ll just leave her a message, Spencer get up you’re driving, I say already walking back to the car.

I decided to write her a little note briefly saying that she shouldn’t talk about me behind my back and that if she had something to say to me she could do it face to face. The last line was that the next time it was gonna be my fist to her face; then I wrapped it around a rock and smashed it through her bedroom window. Spencer quickly pulled off screeching down the street.

Wow that was crazy, he says.

What if they call the police? Imani asks.

They probably will, I say.

The next day the chick had the nerve to confront me in the hallways at school.

I know it was you witch!

Does your mother know you talk like that? I ask mockingly.

You stay away from my house or else I’m calling the police, she says.

The police, can’t save you from me, I say taking a step closer to her.

The two members of her clique stood closely beside her like Buckingham Palace guards.

You touch me and your ass will be transferred back to that little back water school you came from so fast your head will spin.

Oh you haven’t given me a reason to yet, I say.

I’d gone to public school here when we first moved but I kept getting in trouble and my grades started slipping. Most people won’t believe this but I'm actually pretty smart. At my brother’s insistence my mother pulled me out of there and stuck me in private school. Funny thing is that it changed nothing. The worst part is that I had to wear this stupid uniform.

You don’t seem to understand the pecking order here, she says. Allow me to explain it to you. I'm the boss around here, I say jump everyone else asks how high. I've been......pretty generous considering the situation—

You’re still going on about that? Maybe, you should focus all that energy into keeping Eliot’s tongue in his head and his hands to himself. You should be grateful I didn't let him go all the way.

Her face was red with anger.

He doesn't want you! Nobody does because everybody knows who you belong to, daddy’s girl.

The next thing I knew my fist was flying into her face and all I saw was her blonde hair swirl around her head and her blue plaid skirt up in the air before she hit the ground.

The crowd of people around us grew quiet. Her two friends stepped back anxiously. They looked at me as though they thought I was gonna kill them. I don’t even know what happened, I just lost it. My hand was up before I even thought about hitting her. Now she was on the ground attempting to get up. Everyone gasped at her bloody nose.

Help me! She shouts to her friends with an extended hand.

Tears were falling from her eyes now as they helped her up. I watched as the three hurried off towards the principal’s office and flexed my fingers as I anticipated the unsavoury outcome ahead.

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