Wrong Kind of Love
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Authors: Amanda Heath
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2013 by Amanda Heath
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Table of Contents
The water from the showerhead is scalding. It burns along my skin, turning it a lovely shade of pink. I can’t bother to care, since I want all this blood off of me. Its not my blood mind you. No it’s his
.
I stare as the pink tinged water rolls down the drain. I’m sitting on my ass with my knees pulled up to my chest.
My mind is completely numb.
I refuse to think about the things I have done. I refuse to think about what I have been through. Life throws you shit just to mess you up. Well life can take a damn hike. I have had enough crap happen to me in my seventeen years that I refuse to let anything else bad happen to me.
“You need to get that blood washed off.” My older brother
Aiden’s voice grumbles through the shower curtain. “I have some clothes set out for you. We still have to dye your hair.” I see his shadow lift its hands up to pinch between its eyes.
“Okay.” I whisper. Standing up I grab the body wash off the rack
that is hanging off the showerhead. I scrub myself three times, just in case. I want all his blood off of me. What happened was so horrible, but I can’t seem to have any remorse for it. That bastard deserved it. For what he wanted to do to Aiden.
If only
he
had wanted me. But no
he
wanted a boy. Not that it makes it any different, but then I could have saved Aiden from the horrible things
he
did. If only.
I step out and dry off. I wrap the towel around my body when
I’m done and sit in the chair that sits in front of my mother’s vanity. “I’m done.” I call out to my brother.
“About time. We have to get
out of here like five minutes ago.” He picks up the latex gloves lying on the vanity and proceeds to slather my hair with bleach. It burns my scalp and I wince. My hair is a natural honey brown, but I’m going into hiding. I have to become someone different. I have to leave behind everything I love. Everyone I love, well, except for Aiden.
My PlayStation
3.
My weed.
My black all-star chucks.
All my t-shirts with their dirty
innuendos.
My baggy jeans with all the holes.
Instead I’ll have to have a completely different lifestyle. I will have to actually get up every morning and do my hair and makeup. I will have to wear designer clothes and shoes. I will have to talk like a complete and total airhead. Jesus I need a joint. I want nothing more than to forget the past couple of hours and get high. That’s the life of a stoner for you though. When life gets to hard to handle, toke it up.
Aiden doesn’t say anything to me while he bleaches my hair. I don’t expect him to.
What happened was out of my control, out of everyone’s control. Though we were eventually planning on getting out of this hellhole we call life, things just seemed to have sped up.
I’m going to leave the house I grew up in tonight, or early in the morning, whichever way you want to look at it. Aiden is going to drive me to Arkansas, which is a
20-hour drive straight through. He is going to drop me off at a hotel where I’m registered under Grace Breadfield. (This is not my real name.) When it’s time I will go to the University of Arkansas in Fayetteville and register for classes. Which is scary because I haven’t even graduated high school yet.
Don’t ask me how this is possible
, because I don’t know. Aiden apparently knows someone who hooked us up. Fake ID, birth certificate, social security number, and high school diploma. I do know why he chose Arkansas. No one would look for us there. I have never been there, nor have I ever talked about it. I was born and raised in New York City, so Arkansas is a far cry from home.
Anyone who knows me will tell the police that I wouldn’t go far from New York. This is what I know
, where I’m comfortable. My friends would laugh if they heard Arkansas is where I ended up. I have always wanted to be an actress. My mom even paid for classes since I was five. I know how to speak in a southern accent, and it doesn’t sound fake.
The last few years I kind of drifted from my dream
, but now I kind of have to live it. I might not become famous or get paid, but its that or tear my family wide open. This way no one finds out what we are all trying to hide.
“Get in the shower and wash that out. We have to do
mine next.” Aiden’s voice breaks through my thoughts.
Its funny how when you’re little and you wish you could run away and live some exciting life, but it never happens. Well Aiden and I were some of those kids and we always wanted to run away together. I don’t know about living an exciting life in Arkansas
, but at least we get to do it together. I wish that it were under different circumstances.
“Okay.” I say softly
, sticking my head under the bathtub faucet and washing out the bleach.
When
I’m done I do the same for Aiden and help him wash it all out. We get dressed in our new clothes. It’s funny what you can buy with a lot of money. Something I never indulged in before. I had nice things growing up, but I didn’t out right buy the most expensive things I could. Aiden did and still does. Though he knows clothes and shoes, oh and guys. My brother hits for the same team. Not that it’s ever made me love him less.
“You ready to go, love?” Aiden says walking into my bedroom, for the last time maybe.
I stand up off my bed and look into the mirror on the back of my door. I don’t know the girl looking back at me. Her hair is platinum blond and mine is honey brown. Her eyes are dark blue and mine are brown. Her shirt is pink and shows way too much cleavage. While my shirt would have been black and said something like “If it’s long and hard, then it’s probably my baseball bat.” Her skirt is made of lace and stops about an inch from her knees. I would never be caught dead in a skirt. Baggy jeans all the way for this girl. Her shoes are ballerina flats made of leather, I’m pretty sure Aiden got at Prada. I would have on Chucks. Never anything else. She also has a Gucci bag slung over her forearm. I wouldn’t be caught dead with a purse.
“Yes.” I say cringing at my appearance. Lets get this show on the road.
I stop to admire Aiden in his changes. His hair isn’t as light as mine but its still a dirty blond where I’m used to honey brown. His brown eyes are now green but I can still see the pain in them. I don’t think he would ever get rid of it. I know I won’t.
Aiden always dressed nicely, so its weird to see him in a band t-shirt and cheap holey jeans that weren’t
designed that way. His shoes are black ass kickers and I smile at the sight. His muscles strain against the fabric of his clothes since they are way too small. Aiden works out religiously and you can definitely tell in his new clothes.
Before I know it
, I’m sitting in the passenger side of Aiden’s Volvo, while he loads the bags into the trunk. We had been planning on what to do when the time came. So I know he’s excited to get out of here. I think he’s been ready to leave since he turned eighteen two years ago. He was just waiting on me. Too bad I just turned seventeen, but neither of us can live here anymore. And they will come looking for us. We are their pawns and punching bags.
Well not anymore.
2 months later…
If Teagan Harper knew the real me, then we would have been best friends. She dresses like I used too and she is really immature. Though the immaturity isn’t her fault. I don’t think anyone in her family let her grow up. Which brings her down to my level, since I’m two years younger than her. “Who’s throwing this party?” she asks me, while I park my car outside of this pretty house out in the suburbs of Fayetteville.
“No idea.” I tell her in my fake accent and with my fake smile. I don’t really want to be at t
his party since I would never be caught dead at this party before I became Grace. I had one serious relationship and we broke up like five months ago. Grace is boy crazy and I can’t even keep up with her on that front.
“I hope my brothers don’t show up.” She bites her nail and walks ahead of me to the front door. Her long black hair swishes near her butt and I can imagine her big green eyes wide from here. She
doesn’t get out much, considering her twin brothers won’t let her near the opposite sex.
“Jaden is on the team, Teag. I’m sure he is here.” Now
there’s a man to be crazy about. Jaden Harper is a God. Short black hair, dark blue eyes, and a body to die for. Aiden says he’s the perfect guy for me to go for. That would be because he isn’t my type. He’s a good guy and driven. I like them bad and alpha to the bone. I want a man who will throw me up against a wall and kiss the breath out of me. I want him to growl and be jealous if another guy talks to me. I want him to be crazy and kinky in bed. Yeah, I’m definitely asking for too much.
“Damn, I didn’t think about that. Maybe we should leave.” She turns around to
face me and I envy her Avenged Sevenfold shirt, which is freaking signed. Now M. Shadows is a man to go after.
“No
, Hun, if we see one of the dick twins, we will head in the other direction.” I slip my arm through hers and pull her towards the front door. Entering the house I stop to take in the surroundings. A straight male definitely decorated this place, with its blue couch and big screen TV in the living room. There’s a rug with a hound dog on the floor below the dark coffee table. There are football pictures all over the living room wall. Man, totally.
Teagan and I make our way through the crowd, looking for something to drink
. I hate alcohol and thank the Lord that I packed a joint in my purse. I know I was supposed to quit, but I had to give up everything else that made me happy, I just couldn’t deal without my weed. I have a problem, don’t judge.
After the football players get Teagan and I to take six shots a piece,
I’m beyond tipsy. The room kind of spins and I’m left wondering if I’m actually spinning or if it’s in my head. That’s when I run into him.
He towers over me and I have to look nearly straight up to see his pale blue eyes. His blond hair hangs down into his eyes and I nearly swoon when he tosses his head
back to remove it. There’s a smirk on his full lips and I somehow find the strength not to lean in and nibble on the bottom one. His blue jeans are loose and hanging off his hips, showing a peak of his stomach. They have splashes of paint in every color all over them. I also don’t think I have ever seen an honest to goodness six pack of abs. Tattoos peak out from his shirtsleeves and all I can think is that he’s a total panty dropper. Damn I’m in so much trouble.
