Chapter 3

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His P.O.V

God I hate her, I hate this place, I hate my parents. I hate everything except maybe the horses.

They faintly reminded me of some back in Georgia where I'm originally from. One of them actually looks identical to my favorite one as a child.

I had named her Bucks because anyone that wasn't me she would have a fit and buck off. Damn I loved that horse but after my mother forced us to move I never saw her again. I was told that she was sold for breeding then retired to a small farm.

I walked up to each horse giving them a handful of what was labeled their special treat. And gave them a few strokes across their manes. The soft yet course fur running across my palm making a small smile appear.

I hadn't realized how long I had been in here until I saw that the sun has been dimming in brightness and slowly setting.

"COME INSIDE!" I heard that bitch scream to me,her voice causing me to clench my fists.

I gave the horses one last stroke and then left closing the doors and heading up the back deck again. Walking inside of the house to be greater with a stocky man. Solid muscle and what looked to be about six feet and two inches accompanied by a dainty women of about five five.

"You must be Michole" the man spoke up offering out his hand.

"Yes I am" I said shaking it back and then dropping it.

"Call me Cole please" I asked

"Well Cole I'm Leta and this is my husband Rocko" she smiled up at me.

God this family had some weird names then again my parents had decided at my birth to spell Michael in the most obscene way possible.

"Nice to meet you Leta" I said with my best fake smile that I could muster.

I saw Kennedy walk into the room this time in a bit more clothing. Good because getting a hard on in front of her parents would be beyond awkward.

I had to admit although she was a grade a bitch she was also a babe with a nice little body.

"Well Michole welcome to our home. You will do chores daily after your early morning workout with Kennedy. We will go through your things to make sure you have no illegal substances and if you follow the house rules your stay should be easy" he said patting me on the shoulder

"Kenny sweetheart will you go through his things to check for anything illegal and if you find any please give it to me" He asked kissing her head and heading up the stairs.

"Of course daddy" she smiled in the darkest sweet voice I had ever heard.

Well I'm screwed, I had three ounces of two different types of weed as well as three Four Locos. Not to mention the two cartons of cigarettes. My first day here and I'm already screwing myself even more.

I sighed and decided to shower giving her a chance to snitch and giving myself a chance to relax before I had to endure my hell of a punishment I'm sure they had prepped for me. So I trudged up those dreaded to flights of stairs my calfs burning with each step.

I grabbed my bathing materials and hoped in. The cool water chilling my overheated sweaty body down. The relaxation that took place in my muscle was beyond satisfactory.

I tried to postpone getting out after I had cleaned my body and hair but after twenty minutes I couldn't wait any longer. I grabbed the nearest towel and wrapped it around my torso letting it hang around my hips loosely.

I left my face covered in the small amount of scruff that was already residing on my cheeks and chin. Opening the door and heading down the hall.

I tossed on some boxers and a pair of basketball shorts while flicking the switch to turn on the fan. Looking over to see my stuff had been ripped through and as predicted my stuff was gone.

Something was up because my weed, booz and cigs were gone and the human brick wall wasn't standing at my doorway.

"Well Kennedy just went out for the night but she said you have no illegal possessions so good night" Rocko called flashing me a smile as he tapped the doorframe.

And then it all hit me, that bitch took my stuff for herself.

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