Insomnia Story Series

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.

Modern Revenge Scheming

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Sophia POV

I can't believe she's making me go to her own wedding!! My mother is getting married, how many kids could say they went to their parent wedding, well apparently I can.

The name is Sophia, I'm sixteen and it feels like my life just ended. My mother who was a single mother her whole life decided that she had enough with the single life and want to get married, yeyy her.

I wasn't against her having a life or getting laid, god knows she need it. I'm objecting to me being dragged around the country.

I'm a city girl, I'm born and raised and LA, I can't do country, forest doesn't appeal me, I don't even like the snow. Okay I never saw it before, but doesn't mean I'm missing much.

Today is the cursed day, today is her wedding, I hardly knew her new husband, it was love from first sight.

She told me it was made to be, and she tell me not to rush into getting a boyfriend and still she'll marry someone she just met.

If that wasn't the worst part, then this must be it. He have five kids, five sons to be exact. I'm used to having my own bathroom and not sharing how am I supposed to live with five step brothers.

Not one, not two but five!! Their youngest is fourteen, meaning they are all teenagers. God, why is life so cruel on my poor soul.

Mom wasn't gonna wear a big white dress, just a simple sundress one, she had some light make up on and she looked beautiful.

She have long jet black hair, brown eyes and a heart shaped face. I on the other hand had my looks from my dad her Highschool sweetheart. My hair is practically white, no I'm not into the silver trend it's how i was born. My eyes are hazel colour and I'm too pale compared to her olive skin that's look tanned and healty.

Thankfully mum never hated me for looking like him, she never called me a mistake or a fault, she loved me. I'm mommy's little girl or at least I used to be, as I grew older people would think we are friends never mother and daughter which is okay with me.

My mom is my only friend, she's my secret keepers even my embarrassing ones. When I get too scared or stressed I'll go to little space to help me, my little age is about three maybe four depend. I never regress too much, and momma never hated me for it, she took care of me even then.

Now that we're moving, did I mention that we're moving? Let me say it again we are FUCKING MOVING across the country, I don't think I'll be able to be little me again.

The new town we're heading to isn't LA, there everyone know each other. The school is simple two buildings, everyone been together since kindergarten.

And here I come the new girl, I hate being new, I might not look like this but I'm really shy. Especially around new people, and new faces.

"Sophia time to go" my mum yelled from downstairs, I could hear how happy she is.

I'm only doing this for her, once I hit eighteen I'm back to LA and to my life.

I did a last check on the room before I leave, everything was set in boxes and went into the van. Everything except my personal items, my Ipad, phone, charger, earphones and of course my teddy bear. He'll be scared to sit alone in a van the whole way there.

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