I'm sad and lonely. My stepmom and family has betrayed me in a vicious way. She is being a medieval queen here. And well, let me tell the story of the argument about Adol.
"You ruined our plans. He is being betrothed to Penelope. Not you, you're worthless." Cleo says angrily.
"Why are you doing a betrothal? We're American." I complain angrily
"Who cares!? This is our bunker! No, my Bunker. Not yours." Cleo snaps furiously
"So what? Are you gonna kick me out if I fuck him?" I ask, cold and bored.
She is a narcissitcic weakling. She can't handle that stress. She freezes and twitches. My Dad meanwhile, is a fat, balding man who can. Barely. His mentality is teenager, Cleo is a manchild. I can't decide if it's cause they're manchildren or pedos. Or stuck in a world of innocence. Unlike me.
"Yeah, to go die for sucking the wrong dick. We should, you aren't even worth being a pawn." Dad snaps angrily.
I start to speak up but Jesse punches me in the jaw with a jab. His sisters and mom laugh.
"The argument is over. Just go. Don't see Adol again." Jesse says coldly.
We both look at each other sadly. I know why I'm sad but him? Probably cause Adol was gonna get me off his dick.
"Adol, I'm upset about what's going on. Please lemme know if you'll still talk to me."
He ignores me. Instead, Mr.Oda texts me coldly.
"Miss Caeser. Due to recent developments, I must rescind my kind offer to use our family dojo. Please forgive us. And try to move on. Don't date anyone who is important. They are already taken, to say the least."
A good man still. But his last words wage war in my mind. Especially when I show up to the cafeteria looking sexy as I try to find a rebound. Cleo nerfs my clothes. Everything gets loosened, cleavage covered up, or clothes straight up thrown away.
Sierra, Jesse's girlfriend, feels pity for me. We chill in the Smoking Lounge as we discuss what's happened.
"If you get a date, I'll loan you some clothes." Sierra says nicely. "Or I can sew some things to be tighter."
I cry as I thank her, stuttering over the 2 words. She hugs me. And talks to me to console me. Some of it is friendly, nice conversation.
"People like good Christain women, August. It isn't all bad. Being modest is good for those kinds of men." Sierra consoles.
I sniffle and smile at the thought of such a man.
"They're my type anyway." I admit bittersweetly. "But I'll miss my sex appeal." I admit sadly.
"I know. But men don't always like whores." Sierra says with good humor.
We both chuckle and hug. Then I sigh, and become paranoid when I look at Sierra.
"Is your family important?" I ask seriously.
"We're Arms Dealers, August. Try not to be scared by that. We own the guns here." Sierra says, sad and serious.
Sierra and I ended our hangout after that. And dealing with Cleo just fuels my urge for death now. I was wearing a decent outfit. Black Leather jacket, black sports bra. And black sweatpants with gold stripes down the sides.
I had met a guy my age that was cute. A cute nerd. We barely made small talk when I got called to her office. Jesse was outside. With a wrench.
"Traitor. Let's box." I say angrily.
We start fighting with me getting the first move. I punched him in the throat. Side of the head. Followed by a left straight punch. He's on the ground now, panting for air. I search him and grab a gun out his holster.
I fire a gunshot into the air. Then I enter her office. Only to find the Tailor and Sierra in there. I approach the Tailor and point the gun at his skull. Pressing it against his forehead.
"Quit messing with his clothes." I say furiously.
"I'm just following orders!" He cried, desperate and fearful.
"And I like killing nazis. What about it?" I snap angrily.
"Close sesame." Sirrra orders, sad and fearful.
My gun's safety switches on and I can't turn it off. I use it like a brick, just beating the Tailior up. Sierra cries as he's knocked out. Then I try the backdoor but it's locked. So I scream through the door, hoping Cleo is on the other side.
"Cleo! You're censoring me too hard! Jesse's betrayed me! My clothes are gone or messed with! My dad hates me! And you're a medieval politician selling off your kids! This is America! We're supposed to be better than this!" I yell furiously.
(WIP will finish eventually in chapter 8, 9, whatever it is lol)