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I give him a nod and leave the office. Maybe I do need to sleep, and I will feel better, or I can fuck someone and feel more relaxed. I haven’t fucked anyone in a while, and I’m missing it.

Well, I’m sure I can have some fun with Trixie tomorrow, as I do enjoy playing with her.

ELEVEN

TRIXIE

I closethe door as Declan leaves.

He had to fucking kiss me.

I could have screamed for him not to touch me. I could have kneeled and begged him not to kiss me.

No matter what I did, Declan was going to kiss me, just to get one over me.

I lean on the door and see Robert staring at me, his eyes narrowing into a glare of a wild animal ready to attack his prey. He walks over to me slowly, each step hitting the wooden floor with a mission to scare me. Well, he’s doing a good job with it.Because I am scared for my life right now.

Robert stands only inches away from me, and he slams his hand on the door right next to my ear, then leans in closer to me.

“I told you, no one else can touch you. Why the fuck were you kissing him?” he snaps, but not loud enough for my dad to hear him. And why the fuck is he asking me? He doesn’t understand sign language, so he doesn’t know what I think about anything.

Asshole.

I feel his hand on my thigh. “You’ll regret letting someone else touch you. Now get upstairs, and if you don’t, I’ll make it worse for you.”

He grabs my arm and pushes me toward the stairs. He grabs me so hard I hit my arm on the bottom of the step as I fall. “If you don’t move, it won’t be the only time I hurt you today.” This time he is a little louder, wanting me to know how angry he is, and then he kicks me in the stomach. “Now move.”

Why can’t my dad be around when this shit is happening? He’s only ever around when the bitch and her son are playing happy families with me. The plastic bimbo is probably keeping him busy on purpose, knowing her son is pissed off and wants to play with his broken doll.

I slowly get up and start walking up the stairs, because if I don’t, I’m scared what he’ll do. He has raped me, beaten me so much my body hurts for day after. But I’m always scared that one day he might actually kill me because I don’t play his sick game. The only reason I believe he would never do that is because if I die, who will he play this sick game with? My mind wonders to whether Declan would help me out, and if he did, what would he do to Robert.

No, I shouldn’t be thinking about it. I can’t have the guilt of someone getting hurt because of me, again.

So, because of that, I have to suffer another night of Robert having his way with me.

It’s another shit day, but that’s what my life has become now. A horrible day, and a fucked up night. Nothing changes, and all I want to do is run away and hide somewhere. Anywhere. But where can I run? Declan will find me. Robert, well, he’ll hunt me down and lock me in his room if he could. Just so he could play with me like a rag doll.

I suppose the only good thing about today is the fact that Declan left me alone. He wasn’t in school this morning, which made me think I got lucky, and he was at home. But then he walked into the cafeteria and my whole body tensed up, waiting to see what he was going to make me do now. But nothing. He didn’t even look over at me, and I don’t know if it’s a good thing, or not.

I already know I’ve pissed him off by not opening the door for him. I’m sure he’s planning to have fun with me for that.

Now, it’s just a waiting game, waiting for when he’ll strike. I know he wants me to come to his hockey practice, but I’m not in the mood to watch a sport I don’t care about.

Standing in front of my locker, I stare at the flower stuck to the door, a box next to it with a note. I go to take a step closer, but stop when Lileah leans against the lockers beside mine.

You can see they’re twins. They have the same eyes, the same smile. If she were a boy, I don’t think anyone could tell them apart. She’s good looking. Beautiful even. It must run in the family. The Crawford’s can only be good looking. Nothing less.

“Who’s the gift from?” she asks.

I shrug my shoulders. I don’t think she can understand when I sign, and I’m not even going to try.

“My brother seems to have found a toy worth messing with for more than a day. You should be lucky.”

I have to stop myself from laughing. Lucky? Is she fucking crazy? Does she even know the things he does to me?

No.

So how the hell can she call me lucky?

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