LOGINJade curved her lips up into a wry smile as she stared into the mirror at her reflection. Her black hair which was dripping with water, stayed glued onto her smooth skin, making her look like a goddess - or so she felt. She had washed off her Gothic makeup all that was left was the angelic-looking beauty in the mirror. The innocent-looking face that had ruined her life. She smirked as she turned on her feet and walked out of the bathroom into her room, with only a towel tied around her chest.
She got to her dressing table and was about to apply lotion when she heard a knock on the door. Frowning, she went to open the door, wondering who it was. It definitely wasn't her stepmother - as she had warned her to stay off - and it wasn't yet time for her dad to return home. Unless he had been informed of her current mischief. She looked through the peephole and on seeing Shawn, she shuddered. What was he doing here?
She opened the door and he walked in. His eyes widened with embarrassment as soon as he saw her and he tried to leave the room but Jade shut the door. She found it funny seeing his face turn red in embarrassment.
"Why are you here, Bucket?"
"I.. Uhm... I uh... I.. I.." Shawn stuttered, trying to get rid of the silly thoughts in his mind.
"You haven't gone home, have you?" She teased, noticing how he still wore the same clothes from school.
"No, I haven't," Shawn confirmed, turning his back toward her as seeing her in only a towel was making him uncomfortable. "I wanted to talk with you. You have to stop what you're doing. It may seem harmless, but you're hurting a lot of people."
"That's their cup of tea, not mine." Jade shrugged, slightly disappointed that her game wasn't working anymore.
"How can you say that? Knowing how many people you've hurt, even Principal Dolan." Shawn criticized, a little annoyed over her calmness.
Jade shrugged. "I just gave him a new makeover. Stop making it sound like I made him cry."
Shawn burst out. Jade was simply being outrageous. "Yes, you did. Principal Dolan fu... Principal Dolan cried."
Jade smirked. "Impressive."
Shawn turned to face her, visibly annoyed. He couldn't believe how much she had changed over the past year. "Impressive? That's all you have to say?"
Jade replied calmly. "Well yes. But, I doubt that's what you came here for." She curved her lips up in a naughty smile as she put her arms around Shawn's shoulders. "I feel you came here because you're attracted to me."
"No way. That's... That's impossible." Shawn stuttered, his cheeks turning red in embarrassment again. His heartbeat became uncontrollable as Jade leaned closer to him. She tilted his head down until his ear was just right beside her mouth, then she whispered:
"Well, let me tell you something, Bucket. You're not attracted to me because we're opposites. You're attracted to me because we're both broken." And, with that she let him go.
Seeing him rush of the room like a deer being chased by a tiger, Jade gave a light smile and went back to the dressing table. After applying cream to her body and wearing a pair of shorts with a tank top, she lay down on her bed watching the ceiling. Soon she drifted off into a deep sleep. And there, the memories came.
Jade tapped her fingers rhythmically on her thighs as she stood outside the teacher's office, waiting for Shawn's familiar face to emerge from the crowd of students trooping in and out the door. She grunted, checking the time on her wristwatch, and ran her hand through her ponytail. She had been here for close to half an hour and she was beginning to get bored. “Ready to leave yet?“ She heard Lewis mutter from behind her and she shook her head, her eyes still fixed on the door. “I'm not going anywhere without Shawn,” she replied, her eyes lighting up with joy as she saw him walk out. She turned to face Lewis, sizing him up in his janitor uniform and giggling to herself. Even with his build and muscles completely camouflaged, he still looked intimidating. But she knew better. “Get the car,” she said as she turned back around, ignoring his dissatisfied mumbling. Her eyebrows arched and her lips parted as she stared at Shawn and the doll like persona he was discussing with - Marie
Jade rolled her eyes for the umpteenth time as she watched Shawn giggle softly at something Marie said. Just a few minutes ago, he had gone to return the permission card and had ended up leaving the cafeteria with her for a while. She had overlooked it as she didn't want to seem clingy but he had returned now and was sitting with her while she sat here waiting for him to come back so they could get food. She cringed as she watched him lock eyes with Marie, slowly reaching for her hair and picking out something from her afro puff. He blew it off into the air, still maintaining eye contact with her. She noticed changes in Marie's body language, her formerly relaxed smile was now tense, along with the rest of her body and she subconsciously began to wipe her hands against her skirt, indicating nervousness. It looked like a scene straight out of a drama. And, this was the scene where the female lead begins to fall in love with the protagonist. Not on her watch. This protagonist was h
Jade screamed angrily, tearing out and crumpling up a sheet of paper from her sketchbook. She threw it across the room and it landed on the floor close to the door, increasing the litter of crumpled paper and broken pencils in the room. She took a new pencil from behind her ears, her fingers shaky as she began to draw lines and curves, in readiness for another sketch. Closing her eyes, she tried to picture a face, Tiger's face - that was what they called him but she knew his name began with the letter H. However she was only met with an empty space and a heaviness in her heart that was trying to drag her down. She tried to remind herself of him - his lifeless gray eyes, his hair and beards that smelled like shampoo, the scent of his unfamiliar cologne, his cold lips, his strong muscular arms, his large callused hands, and his burly chest that had the tattoo of a tiger.She still couldn't remember his face. Just like the first day after she woke up. Her therapist had said it was due
Doink! The sound of a notification made its way out of Shawn's bag and he quickly dug into it, bringing his phone out of his bag. He unlocked his phone, eagerly looking through it. The text had come from his network provider and he hissed loudly, obviously disappointed. “Yes, Mr Beckett,” the voice of his teacher rang, startling him from his phone, and she started walking toward him, “we know calculus is boring but I thought that you would at least stay off your phone.” “I'm sorry, Miss V,” he said, holding onto his phone like it was some diamond he had just found, “it's just that Jade is supposed to be in this class but she's not here.” “You're here and right now, that's what matters. So if you don't put that phone away for the rest of my class, I'll hand it over to Principal Dolan to add to his collection for the year.” Shawn sighed softly and switched off his phone, putting it into his bag. “I'm sorry, Miss V.” “Don't apologize to me. If you were paying attention, you'd h
★ Two Weeks Later ★Jade jolted awake, her heart racing, and her sheets drenched in sweat. The remnants of her nightmare lingered, the image of a tattooed tiger on a man's chest etched in her mind. Suddenly, strong arms wrapped around her, holding her tight.Panic set in. She struggled to break free, her fists flailing wildly. “Let me go! No! Ah!” she screamed, her voice hoarse from sleep.But the grip only tightened. She kicked and squirmed, her mind still trapped in the darkness.Then, a gentle whisper pierced the haze: “Shh, Babygirl, it's okay. You're safe.”The voice was familiar and soothing as it slowly penetrated her fear. She paused, her chest heaving, and looked up into the face of the man holding her. He was her dad.Tears of relief mingled with lingering fear as she collapsed into his embrace. His arms cradled her, warm and protective, dispelling her doubts.“It was just a dream, Babygirl,” he whispered, stroking her hair. “You're safe now.”She shut her eyes, grateful tha
★One Year Ago★Jade sat on the floor, sobbing loudly and scratching her arms, trying to get rid of the feel of her harasser's skin against hers. She kept replaying the last few hours in her mind. She could still feel his body against hers and it made her feel worthless and dirty. And like a thousand bugs were crawling through her skin, eating her up. Her skin was hurting from all the scratching. And even though she couldn't see it, as she had been locked up in a very dark room, she knew it was bleeding. She could feel the warm liquid under her fingernails. But she didn't care. In fact, she wanted to peel off her skin completely. Maybe that would make her feel better.Or would it? She thought to herself, her body shaking as she cried even harder. These people. They had killed her mother. In the most inhumane way possible. They made her suffer before she died. And she slept through it all. If she had been awake, maybe she could have stopped them.Stop them? She mocked inside her head.