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.


3. Untamed


Chapter 3

Dawsons are back in town, you know what’s gonna happen yet?

Yeah, they agreed not to press charges if I apologized to her.


So I got community service for a week starting tomorrow. And when that’s over I gotta go back to working for Wesley to pay off the debt I owe him for paying for the window.

That’s bull they can’t prove you did that, Imani says.

Mr. Everson form across the street was now getting in from cheating on his wife with those hookers, he saw us.

He went to the cops? She asks.

Wait, what do you mean he saw us? Spencer asks in alarm.

He saw the car, I’m sorry it’s only a matter of time before they come knocking at your door—

Are you freaking kidding me! He says springing to his feet. You know how much trouble I’m gonna be in if my dad finds out I was even hanging with you?

When have I ever gotten you in trouble before? I ask confounded.

It doesn’t matter! You’re a slut no one wants their kid around you!

Spencer, Imani says apprehensively.

I got up and stood to my feet. He backed away like he thought I was about to punch him, instead I just walked away. Of course I wanted to because I was mad, but I didn’t want to extend my community service. Its messed up that I had to do it anyway.

Shay! Shay wait, Imani called after me.

I had no intentions of turning around, they were nothing anyway. People hurt you and I was getting accustomed to that. They passed me in his car about five minutes later. I cut off the road to avoid having any verbal contact with them. Almost 25 minutes later I reached my house. The lights were still on, there was no way I was going in there now to get a lecture, or worse have to deal with him.

I walked to the end of the block and went across Ms. Lumet’s lawn. Her house was closest to ours but all the way at the end of the street. She lived alone and always went to bed early. I didn’t talk to her but I liked sneaking into her back yard; it was quiet and solitary.

I sat on the grass, and as it often does when I’m alone, thoughts of him started creeping in. His eyes, his mouth that never smiled, his skin, he was always so warm; like a heat raged inside him; So different.......so...exhilarating.  I’d give anything to see him again, to feel him, to just talk to him. But I knew that wasn’t gonna happen.


Some rich guy had donated an old country club to the city who were now going to make it into a recreation centre for underprivileged youths. Thanks to that douche bag I was stuck here all week. I walked past some kids in jumpsuits and hoped to good God I didn’t have to wear that.

Yo, nice ass, one of them yells to me.

Jackass, I mutter ignoring him.

I started walking towards a man talking to another one of them. He looked serious and spoke in a stern tone; he had to be the supervisor. I stopped in front of him just as the kid was leaving.

Can’t believe I’m stuck doing juvenile duty, he mumbles to himself.

Uh hi, I say just to let him know one of the “juveniles” he was talking about was standing right in front of him.

I’m guessing you’re Brooks, he says flipping a page on the clipboard he’d been holding; not looking up once. You’re late.

He looked like Dean Cain when he was superman. He had a lot more hair though and wire-rimmed glasses, cute ones.

Sign in and get suited up, he says pointing at the last available uniform, his eyes still on the page.

I roll my eyes and snatch it off the table.

I’m not picking up trash, I say walking off towards the changing room.

I wanted to barf after I put on the suit, hated it. Why the hell was I always getting stuck in some stupid uniform? I rolled up the sleeves and put my hair in a ponytail before I walked back out.

This is bogus, I say walking up to him. I’m not a criminal.

You don’t think breaking someone’s window and punching them in the face is a crime? He asks looking at me now.

She had it coming, I return.

Nice, you’ll fit right in, come with me, he says walking off.

There were at least ten other kids here, some not so young maybe early twenties. He took me up some stairs where four of them were clearing out some boxes.

Hey, he says to them. This is La Shay Brooks and she’ll be joining you today, work nicely, he says and then walks off.

The only other girl there clocked her tongue before returning to her duties. Some kid passed by and started staring down the other one.

What? He asks raising his chin.

The other boy does the same, asked him if he wanted something.

Terrence what are you doing up here? Downstairs now,the supervisor calls. The rest of you get back to work.

What a dick, the girl says as he leaves.

You look cute in orange, the boy says to me.

His skin was the colour of an almond and he had light blonde hair, a silver hoop through his nose and another one through his lip.

I’m Cameron, he says before spitting his chewing gum out on the wall.

Cameron we’re going to have to clean that! The girl yells angrily.

Not cool dude, another boy says.

Yo guys chill, he says.

I remember him now as the one who had commented on my behind when I walked in. He had a mean tattoo scrawled on the right side of his neck and shoulder.

What’s up with you and dude? I ask of the guy that he was just having an angry stare off with.

You mean Terrence? He was trippin I had to check him, he explains.

Yo man, quit tryna get some ass and pick up a box, one of the boys say to him.

Yeah you too Eva Mendez, the other one joins in.

I open my mouth in shock as I look at him.

Forget them, what’d you do to end up here? He asks.

Punched a chick,you?

Cool, rubbed a liquor store.

How long you been here? I ask picking up a box.

Six weeks, twelve more to go, he says showing me where to put it.

That long?

I thought it was harsh; it’s my third offence that could be why.

How old are you? I ask.

Eighteen, you?

Sixteen, I reply.

K, you got a man?

No, and I’m not looking for one.

I think I might like you, the other girl says with a chuckle.

Don’t, I say walking off.

That first day I worked my ass off but I sure didn’t intend to do that the next day. It was time to use my assets.

I showed up wearing a pair of orange and white Air Max sneakers. I wore my jumpsuit with the top hanging around my waist, white tank top showing, no bra on.

S’up Chambers? I say with my arm propped against the wall and blowing a bubble with my chewing gum.

As usual he hadn’t looked up yet. He seemed pretty young for this job; I’d say not a day over 25. That was good, the younger they were the easier they were to work.

Brooks if you show up here late again—

What are you gonna do spank me? I ask with a laugh.

He looked up, saw me and almost dropped his pen.

Uh....Ms. Brooks I’m going to have to.......insist that you wear your uniform the way it was intended, he says looking away.

So I’m “Miss” Brooks now? I ask.

Please zip your suit up.

Why can’t you look at me? I ask. Don’t you like it? I ask turning around.

Get to work; he says getting up and walking away.

I laugh and go in search of Cameron and the crew. The boys were eyeing me like they were ready to jump, prompting me to push my arms in the sleeves.

Cameron walked up to me, propped his hand on the wall behind me and looked me up and down. We both blew a bubble at the same time.

I like your hair, he says.

I had corn rowed it into a Mohawk.

Thanks, I say.

You smoke? He asks spitting out his gum and pulling out a cigarette.

No, I say taking the lighter he handed to me and lighting him up. Well not that.

Damn your body is banging, he says.

I know this, I reply.

I loitered around with them for a while, but I had bigger things planned and it was time to set things in motion.

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