Broken and Shifting (book 2) #wattys2016

Chapter 8

I got home and it was eerily quiet. I figured that didn't bode well for what was
going to happen. I set about doing my chores and getting ready for school Monday
by doing my homework. Luckily it was only Saturday so my chore load left
enough room for me to get the weeks homework done ahead of time. I heard the
door slam at about four so I quickly put everything up and stood by my bed,
hands behind my back, and eyes on the ground. In a matter of seconds I heard
four sets of feet stomp up the stairs and my door slammed open. I tried
unsuccessfully not to flinch. I heard my dad growl and he came over and
snatched me up by my hair.

"I thought I was being so damn kind in letting you finish school you dumb piece of
shit." He snarled in my ear. "You aren't my problem anymore you
little whore." He whispered. I glanced up at him surprised before looking
over and seeing Jason and his dad.

Jason smirked evilly at me like he knew something that would completely destroy my
world. I guess he did because in the next moment they let me in on the secret.
"You get to marry me this weekend. Turns out with you being seventeen and
all, its legal with parental permission." I looked from him to my mom and
dad to his dad. I looked back at my parents and asked what I had always wanted
to know.

"Did you love me at all?" They just sneered at me and told me I was a means to
an end. I broke. All I had ever wanted was to be important to someone. To be
loved and irreplaceable and now I knew I never would. I completely shattered
inside. I tuned everything out and just... Checked out. There was a howl in the
distance but at the moment all I knew was the smack I received to the face
before being forced to pack because I was going to live with Jason and his dad.
I would be dropped from school, married in a week, and living a life of
servitude. I had no hope or illusion. This was my reality.

Jason gripped my arm hard enough that I was certain it'd bruise. I didn't really care
so much at the moment because I honestly don't think I felt much of anything. I
grabbed my meager belongings and was dragged down the stairs. I was stuffed
into the back of a red car. The ride felt like eternity to me but in reality
was twenty minutes at most. When we got to the house I was led to a room that
was small enough to be a closet and then I was locked in. Through the door I was
told I would be served what ever food they deemed would be necessary for me to
keep my figure. Like I would know the difference of being able to eat anyways.
Doesn't bother me any. They said I would stay in the room until I came around
and that Jason had the freedom to visit when he felt like it. The implication
was not lost on me and I curled into a ball on the floor whimpering to myself.

They went on their way and I sat there completely numb for hours before Jason
brought me dinner. I glanced briefly at his bandages, he was pretty messed up,
before going back to staring at the wall. He stood in front of me with a piece
of bread and some water.

"There is only one way you will be getting this." He states. He unzips himself
and pulls it out. It's at half mast and it looks utterly revolting to me. I
look away before he grips my jaw and forces me to look." you will finish what
was started and then you will eat. Do you understand me?" I tried to jerk
my face away but he grips my jaw harder, undoubtedly bruising me. I decide to
do what I do when I'm being beat. I would go to the safe zone in my head and
check out and hope it all goes away. I'm quickly pulled out of my thoughts by
him trying to force my mouth open with his left hand... it was an
opportunity too good to pass up and the skin between his thumb and index
finger was within reach. I bit down on it hard enough to draw blood and I took
satisfaction in that moment before he backhanded me with his right hand causing
my head to twist harshly to the side and my world went black.