Innocence Lost: 4/?
Title: Innocence Lost
Author: kellou24
Based On: TV Series
Rating: R/NC-17
Pairings: Eventually Nate/Jenny
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: Something traumatic happened to Jenny Humphrey and she doesn't quite know how to deal with it.
Warning: Story contains VERY dark subject matter.
Forks scraped against plates with practically untouched food and ice melted in water as we sat around the table pretending to be one big happy family.
I almost give an indignant snort at the thought but manage to rein it in and take a sip of my water. I enjoy it because it tastes cold and empty and bitter and a bunch of other words I can’t think of at this moment.
I wonder if you cut me open and tasted my blood if it would taste the same.
“How was school?” dad asked interrupting my thoughts.
“Fine,” I answered curtly. He shook his head like he was exasperated but fortunately refrained from commenting about my new attitude towards him. I look over at Eric’s usual seat which is at this moment vacant. “Where’s Eric tonight?” I ask curiosity getting the better of me.
“Apparently he needs to spend some quality time with his sister because a psychic told him his sister is going through a distressing time and needs help.” Lily answered with a roll of her eyes at how gullible Eric is.
“You’ve barely eaten,” Dad observed pointedly staring at my almost untouched plate.
“I’m not very hungry.” I said taking another sip of my water.
“You’re getting to skinny,” He said making me pause with the glass of water still pressed to my lips. Ordinarily I would take that to mean that he was concerned but the way he said it sounded like he was critiquing my appearance. He’d already had something to say about my new hair style and now he was criticizing my body type.
I slammed the glass down angrily making them both jump in their seats and picked up my fork with a piece of meat on the end. I met his eyes as I popped it in to my mouth and swallowed giving him a mocking smile before jumping up out of my seat and walking towards my room.
“Where do you think your going?” He asked at my retreating form.
“My room,” I replied rolling my eyes at his pointless question and shaking my head at his stupidity. I opened my bedroom door and walked through the doorway slamming it closed and leaning against it closing my eyes and putting a hand to my chest as I felt how fast my heart was racing from the adrenaline pumping through my veins.
I heard their voices coming through the vent in my room and I unconsciously leaned forward to hear what they were talking about.
“I can’t do it anymore Lily,”
“Of course you can Rufus.”
“No I can’t. Her attitude has only gotten worse in the past month and she’s staying out late at night and skipping school again.”
“She’s a teenager Rufus. They act out and rebel. It’s hard but you can take it.”
“I don’t know Lily. I think maybe I should let her go live with her mother for a while.”
“Just calm down and give it some time. Don’t be rash. Things will turn around, you’ll see.”
“I guess your right.”
“Of course I am.”
I tried to calm my breathing but to no avail. I wanted to hit something, preferably him. My eyes landed on the open door of my closet and I walked angrily towards it.
Inside was the newly acquired wardrobe I’d treated myself to when I realized that becoming apart of this family meant I got a hefty new bank account. At the time it meant freedom and celebration and now it feels like the invisible shackles that are wrapped around my wrist and ankles tying me down in this life of decrepit servitude.
I snapped and grabbed the skirts and tops that showed too much skin, making me sick to think that only a month ago I’d worn them. I threw them all around the room, floor, under the bed and on top of it, ripping the clothes until there were long jagged rips down the middle or sides when I could. Every time I ripped one I thought of something that had made me angry. Like all of dad’s comments.
“You skipped school to dye your hair! Who have you become because you’re certainly not the daughter I raised!”
Rip.
“I’m so disappointed in you. Staying out all night doing God knows what with God knows who.”
Tear.
Or Nate’s comments.
“You know I’ll always be there if you need me.”
Rip.
“You’re not the person I thought you were.”
Tear.
I was sitting in the middle of the floor when I finally stopped. I had sweat on my brow and I felt like I was hyperventilating. I was dizzy and felt like I was going to pass out as I quickly rushed to the bathroom to hover over the toilet and empty the contents of my stomach.
Once my stomach was once again empty and I was down to nothing but dry heaves I moved to the wall and collapsed against it. I felt moisture on my cheeks and I quickly wiped it away staring in disbelief at the tiles in front of me.
I hadn’t even realized I’d been crying.
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