After the Drone Lift, He Begs Me Back

Transfer

"It's not big enough!" My aunt was shivering in rage. "Not when he nearly got you killed! What about your parents? They're just going to watch while these crotch goblins bully you?"

I hung my head low. My father was the Pinschers' chauffeur, while my mother was one of their servants. They would never demand an answer from their employer's son. Whatever Joseph did was right, at least to them. They thought I deserved to suffer a little. After all, we needed the Pinschers to survive.

Quietly, I said, "I want to go to a new school."

This was why I came to my father's sister. My aunt was stunned, but then she realized what I was trying to say. "Yes, of course. You're leaving that hellhole this instant! So where do you want to go? I'll handle everything! How about Clementia? I can help you out if you attend a college there."

Clementia was a big city and took four hours to arrive by car. It was far enough to stay away from all the things and people I refused to see again.

My aunt did things fast. She tapped into her connections and contacted someone from Clementia's best high school. The admin took one look at my grades and the report that said I had ASD, and they agreed to give me a spot.

"It'll be done next week if everything goes well," my aunt said.

"Thank you, Auntie."

"Don't mention it, my girl." She patted my head. I could see the worry in her eyes. "Just stay with me for now, okay?"

I changed my SIM card that very night and tossed my old one into a trash bin at the hospital. As I lay on the bed in my aunt's house, my eyes set on the moon outside.

For the first time in ten years, I did not say good night to Joseph. No longer will I get any messages from him again. No longer would he order me around like I was some sort of servant.

I had a hole in my heart, but I also felt relief. Then my phone buzzed. My aunt.

'That Pinscher kid nearly made my phone explode. He wants to know where you are. I ignored him. You did well, Jess. Some people aren't worth it.'

Tears rolled down my cheeks as I read that message. Yes, he wasn't worth it. I spent ten years giving all my love to him, and all I gained in return was humiliation. A premeditated crime. What a joke. I was at the center of it, too.

…

The transfer process was done a week later. My parents had no idea at all. I told them my school organized a training camp for an upcoming competition. That training camp would run for two weeks.

They bought that story, and they were pleased. To them, I was making them proud. My mother gave me 150 before I left.

"Don't try to scrimp out there. Get yourself whatever you want. And don't spend all your time buried in books. Go out with your friends sometimes."

My father said, "Take care of yourself. Don't cause any trouble for Mr. Pinscher."

My blood ran cold. So he thought Joseph was the reason I went to that camp. But I said nothing. Instead, I took the money and nodded.

My aunt picked me up. As she drove me away from the city that raised me, I did not turn back even once.

…

Clementia High was better than I thought. The campus was huge, and trees covered nearly every inch. The air was thick with academia.

My new homeroom was a soft-spoken, middle-aged woman. She went through my file and patted my shoulder, but she said nothing about it. "Welcome, Jessica. This will be your new home."

My seat was in the fourth row near the window. A girl called Kaylee Simpson sat on my right. She was a lively one, that girl. "Hi, I'm Kaylee. Kaylee Simpson! My friends call me Kaylee!" She smiled, and she had dimples.

"Jessica Chase."

"Nice name. I don't hear a lot of Chases in my life."

The girl was overly friendly, and she told me all about the school and my new classroom, like which teacher was the stricter one and which days sold the better food.

"Howard Saffron's the de facto leader of this gang. He's super great with his studies, and he's really nice. You can go to him if you have any questions about this subject."

She pointed at the boy in the first row. He was quietly going through his book. The boy was slender, and he had a clean look. Then he turned his head around. Our stares caught his attention.