Claimed by the moon

The Scars She Hid From The World

REGINA MCBRIDE

The heavy iron gates of the Wilderness Correction Camp groaned as they released me after three years of state-sponsored hell. I stood on the dirt road, clutching a plastic bag that held my entire life, waiting for the family that claimed they sent me there for "rehab." My brother, Brady, picked me up in a luxury SUV only to throw me out onto a deserted highway in the middle of a brewing storm. He told me I was a "public relations nightmare" and that the rain might finally wash the "stink" of the camp off me. He drove away, leaving me to limp miles through the mud on a snapped ankle. When I finally dragged myself to our family estate, my mother didn't offer a hug; she gasped in horror because my muddy clothes were ruining her Italian marble. They didn't give me my old room back. Instead, they banished me to a moldy gardener’s shack and hired a "babysitter" to make sure I didn't embarrass them further. My sister, Kaleigh, stood there in white cashmere, pretending to cry while clinging to her fiancé, Ambrose—the man who had once been mine. They all treated me like a volatile junkie, refusing to acknowledge that Kaleigh was the one who planted the drugs in my bag three years ago. They wanted to believe I was broken so they wouldn't have to feel guilty about the "wellness retreat" that was actually a torture chamber. I sat in the dark of that shed, feeling the cooling gel on the cigarette burns that covered my arms, and realized they had made a fatal mistake. They thought they had erased me, but I had returned with a roadmap of scars and a hidden satellite phone. At dinner, I didn't beg for their love. I simply rolled up my sleeves and showed them the price of their silence. As the wine spilled and the lies crumbled, I sent a single text to the only person I trusted: "I'm in. Let them simmer." The hunt was finally on.

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Ava p.o.v

“Ava!” Tricia yell from the living room for the twentieth time.

Tricia is my roommate turned best friend, we met on our first week of resumption. I needed a roommate, so she offered I stay with her even though she wasn't looking for one.

Mom must have liked Tricia at first sight because she agreed without hesitation, saying for a young girl to live alone is very dangerous. My mom can be extremely protective when it comes to her kids, but let's face it, which mother won't turn a tigress when it comes to her kids?

So I don't blame her for being overprotective, even though it's driving me crazy at times.

So for the past two years, I've been living with this wild wolf, shhh, don't tell her I say that, or I'm dead meat.

Tricia can be sweet and caring when she wants to be, she has a heart of gold, the best roommate I could ever ask for. But occasionally her big sister mode kicks in, and she becomes wild, but I love her.

“What?” I asked innocently, I could practically see her rolling her eyes at my act of pretense.

Ok, maybe I wasn't all innocent, but a girl needs her bubble bath.

“You've been in there all morning, and you're asking me what?" she said in disbelief," if you waste one minute in there I swear to God I'll drag you out by your hair" she growled through grits teeth, I almost laugh out, remember keyword. I would rather not be Tricia's prey, you've got to see her angry and I bet you it's not pretty.

She is always like this, waking up late and having me take a quick shower, but not today. Today is the perfect day to have my revenge and make up for all those quick showers she made me have.

Let me tell you revenge is sweet.

Tricia had a critical test, so that explains why she is extra pissed.

I came out of the bathroom fully dressed in a peach-colored sundress that stopped on my knees with a tiny black belle belt, silver stud earrings to compliment the dress, and black sandals with tiny pearls designing them.

I walked out of the bathroom flicking my strawberry-blonde hair off my shoulder just to annoy Tricia more.

And boy does she look mad.

If looks could kill, I would be six feet under the ground by now.

“Bitch.” She hissed glaring daggers at me then pushed past me to the bathroom.

“But you love me” I yell over my shoulder to her.

“You should be glad, and I wish I didn't, I would've strangled you by now.” She throws one last glare my way before slamming the door shot in my face.

If she wants so badly to get ready on time, she should at least be up early.

Not up to twenty minutes, she was out of the bathroom like a breeze, I bet she didn't bathe well.

“let's go.” She mumbled, and I quietly followed behind to her car, we got in and drove off. Above the speed limit.

Tricia dropped me by my department block before speeding off to her law faculty.

I guess that she wants to get over with the test.

Turning to enter my first class, Economics. My other friend, Nathan but like we can him, Nate. Greets me with a warm hug, no strings attached, thank you very much.

He's gay.

“Oh, my Ava, look how pale you are, what has that bitch of a roommate done to you” Nate exclaimed dramatically, looking all serious, but I know he isn't. He's just kidding around.

“You don't want her hearing what you've just said now, do you?” I warned, a smirk tugging on my lips as I shook my head.

Tricia will no doubt castrate him that's for sure, ok, not that they don't get along with each other. That's their way of playing, though I sometimes don't understand them until I realize they are playing.

“like she could do a thing.” Nate scoffs rolling his eyes.

“Really Nate” I threaten, giving him the don't test me look.

“Oh, Of course not I love my balls where they are.” He laughed throwing his head back. We took our seats as our professor, MR Whilem entered and the lecture began.

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