Page 1 of Beg for It

CHAPTERONE

CAMDEN

With the last of my things crammed into the back of my black 1967 Chevy Impala, I carefully close the back door.

My hand grasps the handle of the driver’s door, but I pause, chewing on my bottom lip as I take a nervous glance over at the house of horrors. The house that caused me nothing but pain and misery my whole life. That’s forced me into a box, afraid to be who I truly was because if I did, I’d be putting myself on the chopping block.

I parked my car down by the road last night when I told my father I was going to get some last minute things before heading to Crown Well the next day. I didn’t want him to hear me when I left, letting me slip away in the early morning while everyone is fast asleep.

The sun is just starting to rise and I know that any moment now, my dad’s going to be waking up. If I want to get away without having to deal with him, I have to go now.

With one last look, I open the door and slip inside.

The rev of the engine sends shivers down my spine as a small smile finds its way onto my lips.

I pull away and gun it, sending me speeding down the dead street.

The further away I get, the more the suffocating pressure on my chest eases. It’s not until I know I’m a good distance away before I can finally breathe.

Unable to stand the quiet, I switch on the radio.Life Is A Highwayby Tom Cochrane blasts through the speakers. I let out a laugh, shaking my head as I roll my windows down all the way.

A rush of excitement from my new found freedom fills me and I can’t help but scream along to the song as the cool morning breeze blows through my freshly dyed pink hair.

The drive to Crown Well isn’t long. Maybe half an hour away.

Pulling into the student parking lot, I turn the engine off and reach over to the passenger’s seat, grabbing the information packet.

My father thinks I’m here to get a degree in business– and yes, that’s the plan– though I won’t be using it for the intentions he has.

He wants me to take over the family business some day. It’s why he’s allowing me this chance to leave home and come to Crown Well.

What he doesn’t know is that within the next four years, I plan on finding a way out. A way to leave that house, that family, and never return again.

I don’t want to take his place some day. I don’t want to be the leader of a corrupt crew filled with men with no morals. Men who do unspeakable things with sleazy smiles on their faces.

Men who would hurt me, maybe even kill me if they found out what I really was.

The thought has me grabbing my backpack and pulling it onto the seat next to me. Unzipping the front pocket, I wrap my hand around the bottle of pills and pull them out.

Popping the cap, I look inside and sigh. Half gone. Grabbing one, I pop it in my mouth and wince as I swallow it dry. I fucking hate taking pills dry, but it’s better than the piss warm can of coke sitting in the cup holder.

I’m going to need to find a job and soon. I only have a few hundred, and then I’m screwed. I worked a few odd jobs around the compound to earn money, but it’s not much. My dad is big on me doing it for free because he thinks that it’s part of being a member of the crew. I will never be one of them. I’d rather die.

Only thing is, what I have left needs to pay for my food. And even though these suppressants are cheap knock offs, they’re still pretty pricey.

Putting the cap back on, I place it back in my bag and take another look at my information.

It’s orientation week and classes don’t start until next Monday. As I look through the list of things going on this week, I quickly toss it to the side. I don’t plan on going to any of them.

I’m here to work, get an education, and maybe make a friend or two if the opportunity presents itself. College clubs and other events aren’t really something I’m interested in.

Looking at the schedule, I see that I’m still pretty early. Freshman guides don’t start for another two hours.

Sighing, I tuck the papers into my backpack, grab it, and decide to go for a walk to pass the time.

The campus is pretty dead, and I’m not surprised seeing how my car was the only one in the parking lot. I pull up google maps on my phone and find the nearest coffee shop. Thankfully it’s here on campus and open.

I’m about ten minutes into the walk when I start to regret wearing my black denim jacket as the sun beats down on me. The cool morning is quickly warming up.