*Devyn*
I was awoken from another night of dreamless sleep by the sound of someone pounding on my door. I knew instantly it was my father; Grayson Pharsole is an extremely impatient person.
"What now?!" I mumbled, throwing the covers off of my groggy, seventeen year old self and climbing out of bed. Last night was yet another evening spent with little sleep, and it was all his fault.
First of all, I have a big family, four sisters and one half brother. Our brother, Chase, lives with his mom. I share a bedroom with two of my sisters, Drea and Daisy; we're super close because we're a set of triplets. The only set for miles and miles, if I may add.
My other two sisters, Brinkley and Sasha, share the bedroom next to us. They're a year apart from eachother, Brinkley being fourteen and Sasha being fifteen, but they are ranked way up on the maturity scale. All my sisters are. We have to be, mostly because of our highly unstable family.
Mostly every night, our dad--if you could really call him that--chooses one of us girls. Whoever he chooses becomes his prey for the night, his replacement for our deceased mother. Grayson wasn't always this way, he wasn't always so..."hands on". Since Mom died in a drive-by shooting a few years back, his mentality has gradually disintegrated. He sees every one of us girls as toys, sex slaves. He sees every one of us as our mother.
"Open this damn door right fuckin' now, your filthy whores!" Grayson shouted, snapping me back into the painful realm of reality.
Sighing, I stumbled to the door and opened it. "Yes?" I asked him, watching as his eyes roamed my barely-clothed body. I was only in my bra and panties, but it was something this whole family was used to. Our bodies belonged to him. They were his to use and abuse whenever he felt the need to. "What do you need, Grayson?" I asked again, raising my eyebrows as I looked over his shoulder to the clock we had hanging in the hallway. "It's only 6."
"Get ready; we're leaving early." His eyes were glued to my breasts as he spoke.
Oh. Well, that explained why my sisters weren't in bed. "All right. I'll be right out."
And with that, I slammed the door in Grayson's face, feeling a surge of smugness at getting away with doing so, and got ready for school.
***
"So..is it your turn tonight then?"
That was my best friend, Austen Khrome.
It was lunch time, and I had been giving him a catch-up of my morning.
"Probably. Especially with how I acted this morning. I'll bet he's really pissed, and horny." Shrugging, I stared down at my feet as I took another spoonful of my yogurt.
"Oh......" I could hear his quiet, soft sigh, though my mind was elsewhere. Austen never was good with words. It wouldn't have mattered, even if he was, because what was there to say, 'Sorry you get laid by your dad twice a week'? There was nothing anyone could do. He knew that, as did I.
"Hey, you, c'mon." I blinked twice, looking up into eyes deep as the sea, as Austen grabbed my hand and pulled me up from the bench we were sitting on.
"Where are we going?" I questioned as he pulled me along the school grounds till we reached the parking lot.
"My place. You're staying with us tonight." By us, he meant his mom, dad, sister, and himself. His family was used to me spending the night occasionally, usually when things were the roughest at home. I always felt guilty, knowing I was leaving my sister's defenseless against Grayson, but as Austen always told me, I needed a break too. All my sisters disappeared for a few days every now and then. I guessed they were doing what I was today, taking a break from the hectic, chaotic lifestyle we dealt with daily. We knew we would suffer much worse for it later, once we returned home, but it was well worth it if we got a night to focus on ourselves.
"But...Austen...we can't ditch! You know your parents hate it when you do." I mentioned only his parents as I buckled myself in the passenger seat; Grayson wouldn't care at all if I ditched. Education meant nothing to him. Sex, however, meant A LOT.
"Pffft!" Austen grumbled as he backed out of the parking lot and lead me to a place I could truly call home.
