Captivated By The Playboy

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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New School Year.

Same school.

Same vibes.

New bullies.

No friends.

That's how my life cycle as a campus nerd at St. Mary's University. It is so hard to find friends here 'cause they are just gonna stay away from you but if you are popular, smart, pretty, rich I'll assure you that you'll gonna have plenty of plastic friends. No one here is honest, you can't trust anyone with you're darkest secret 'cause one day you will gonna see how the devil is the devil. Like now,

“Look the nerd again!” one of the popular students shouted.

“Gross”

“Yucks!”

I am they're targeted to kick out in this University, I am just passing by in the hallway and they are now throwing some shits on me, I can't cast words to them because I am just a nerd, poor and lack of money. Poor is poor, rich is rich. If you are poor you just need to bow your heads to them. This is the reality. And we just need to face it.

I just ignored them and continue walking, luckily they didn't grab my arm nor slap my face. I decided to go to the comfort room first and fix myself after that I am now heading to my room-- A- room, where all the nasty, nerds, perverts are there. I decided to sit on the back and didn't make any sound.

Seriously? This room is nice because they are just busy in they're own business, no chitchatting, no bullying and copying exams and no rules, you just need to go to school and then BOOM, you will gonna pass. Unlike the other rooms, they have so many rules, yes to bullying and yes to copy exams.

"What is the answer at the number?" one of my classmate asked, I am sure that he didn't do his home works.

"Poetry" Blue uttered.

"Thank you" I heard him mumble and go back to his business.

When the professor arrived, no one greeted him. He just sighed in frustration, I think he is not used to it. He teaches us so many and he is so strict but I think we can't cope up with his lessons.

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When the bell rings, I lazily get up and pick my backpack. I don't want to go home, I will just gonna heard my parents arguments on something. But I don't have a choice.

I just walk in the streets with no lights and and just played some music and buckle my earphone. When I arrived I didn't took a glance to my parents 'cause they are fighting again.

How ironic huh?

“I told you, to go back in your ex-husband!" my father angrily shouted.

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