Understanding her Sacrifice

Chapter 3

She'd long since put her siblings to bed. Had made sure they were all tucked in, and comfortable.

She sat by the rooms door waiting for either Jonathon or Peter to come and get her. A Friday night catch up wouldn't be without her being included.

And as much as she hated it. Hated getting them drinks, getting them food, rubbing their sore backs, or obeying her guardians command. She'd never ever wanted to swap her place to Thea. Thea would never ever do this, she would fight back to anger them enough to forget about Thea, to protect her.

To protect her from Jonathon and his nasty nasty friends.

🚩(Bit of a TW) 🚩

She unfortunately didn't have to wait long. Jonathon had opened the door, caught her eyes and grabbed her roughly by the arm, dragging her out into the living room. She could see that most of the usual crowd was here. Of course, none of them would miss these nights.

Jonathon was still in his police uniform, so was a couple of his other friends. Their eyes leering as he dragged her before shoving her to the floor in the middle of the room. She landed on her hands and knees, her body crying out from the force of her landing. Though all she did was grit her teeth as he sat down in his sofa, her mother lounging on top of him. Both losing interest in her for this moment.

Riley noticed that her mother's tit had fallen out, though as she smoked whatever was between her fingertip-the fowl smell reaching her nostrils- it didn't seem she cared.

"Go on doll, get us the usual," Peter smirked at her. Sat quickly obeyed his command. She rushed to the kitchen, grabbed their drinks before placing them on the table. She opened each one individually before handing them out to everyone.

There was music blasting from speaker on the mantel after one of the women hooked her phone to it. Another one, had brought out some white powder and was lining it up upon the table.

She remembered one of them had called it coke. She wasn't sure how sniffing up the powder through their noses made them want to do it over and over again, but there hadn't been a Friday where there wasn't any of this stuff.

She didn't comment on it though, not with each them being intoxicated and high out of their brains. She didn't want them to think she was causing any trouble.

No.

All she had to do we keep her head down, obey, and then she might be lucky enough to make it out unscathed. It was an unlikely possibility, but one she hoped for nonetheless.

A couple hours had passed. She had gotten them so many refills, her fingers were cracked from opening the bottles. She had massaged so many peoples shoulders, and had endured Philip's kisses to her lips and cheeks as he terrorised her.

She was currently kneading the shoulders of one of the other police men, Cairn, she thinks his name was when her step-father decided to speak.

"I am meeting the Xavier Wicker tomorrow afternoon," he sounded pleased with himself.

Riley would be lying if that name had stirred a something in her stomach. She had never heard of a guy called Xavier let alone a man called Xavier Wicker. No one around this lounge room had ever brought up either name, especially if he was coming tomorrow, they'd usually talk about it for weeks prior.

However, everyone else in the room seemed to know him as they all gasped and turned their heads to him.

"No way, how the fuck did you get an audience with the Wicker family?" One of the people without a police uniform roughed out.