Chapter 9 ✔

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Just saying writers block sucks

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After what seemed like hours of pictures and talking my uncle Mike and his wife came and picked me up. "Thank-."

"Shut up slut." I flinched in the back seat of Mike's truck. "I don't want to hear a word from you until we get to the house." Shit this is going to end very bad for me.

I watched as we pulled into the driveway to the house. Mike turned towards me and asked for the key I gave it to him apparently too slow cause he smacked me before snatching it from my hand. "Get in that house and go to your room don't come out unless I tell you to move." He opened the door as I ran in and up the stairs to my room.

I dialed Sophie's number only to have my phone taken and smashed against the wall. "Stupid slut. You will not call anyone. You are not going to go to school and you are going to do whatever I saw when I say it."

"If I don't go to school people are going to come here looking for me and then they'll call the cops again ." He smacked me before dragging me off my bed by my hair. He dragged me all the way down the stairs to the living room where he sat me on my knees. "You can go to school but for every minute you are not here after 2:40 there will be serious consequences for you." I nodded my head still stairing at the ground.

"Go ahead gents do your worst to her." That's when I noticed the four guys in front of me. They quickly advanced as my uncle chuckled. As the men got closer I started panicking. As the first punch hit me I realized these guys probably paid my uncle to abuse me. At first I fought back but the weaker I got the less I fought. I passed out after ten minutes of the torture.

-----Next day---Tuesday

I woke up groggy. My head hurt but I know they didn't hit me there they wouldn't make me have to cover up a bruise even if they wanted to. I walked toward my window and looked towards the house next door. There was a moving truck in the front yard. Yummy new neighbors just what I needed.

As I watch the window across from mine I see a guy staring right at me. Green eyes dirty blonde hair and abs amazing gorgeous abs. Okay weird. I wave but he doesn't wave back just keeps stairing. It's moments like these that have me wishing for curtains.

I walk to my dresser and pull out some jeans and a long sleeve since there are still bruises on my arms. "Slut get down here now!" I hear Mike scream. I scramble downstairs and into the living room he's sitting on the couch with only his boxers on I look away not wanting to see how fat he is.

"Slut come over here and suck my c*ck." What the fuck!? I stare at him but don't move. He gets up and shoves me against the wall. "When I tell you to do something then do it and fast otherwise these bruises aren't going away." He smirks as his hands rest on either side of my head trapping me. "Let me ask you. Are you a virgin my slut because if you are I'm going to pop your cherry." Oh god no no no. I want my dad back now. Someone save me please. "Babe breakfast is ready." Laura thank God. Maybe she can be my savior. I slump down as he leaves. I let out the breath I've been holding. Going back to my room I think of what would have happened and I run straight for the bathroom pucking what was in there which wasn't much.

"How did this get so bad?" I ask as I get ready for school.

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Okay I'm not up for this abuse shit actually I hate it but in order for my story to continue there will be some abuse physical mental and even sexuall

Sorry if it bothers you but if it does you should stop now.

Okay good bye for now

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