His Girl

Chapter 1

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Grayson

Sighing tiredly, I unwrap my sore fists and pack my gym bag to go.

"Sonny!"

He knows I hate that name.

Angrily, I turn to glare at Coach Henry who stands in the locker room doorway. "What?"

"Work on those moves, you were sloppy," he orders, his ever-present scowl shaping his stern features.

He's right. Despite winning the match, I was sloppy. My head wasn't in it tonight.

Nodding, I concede to his observations. "Aye, you're right, Coach. I'll work on it."

"Good." He hesitates like he wishes to continue, but he decides against it, leaving me to my nightly routine.

I rub my tired eyes and run a hand through my thick waves. I best be going.

However, the thought of going back to that house is a painful one. Though, you'd think that I'd be used to it by now.

In four months, I will be eighteen, and able to leave that shit hole. Just four more miserable months.

Grasping tightly to that reminder, I climb into the showers.

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Silently, I open up the old wooden door and slip inside the sleeping house. Trying to avoid the squeaky planks, I sneak up the wooden stairs quietly, towards the tiny area that I share with another foster kid, Drake.

As I reach the open door of the bedroom, I notice that something is different.

Across the narrow hallway, the normally empty closet is slightly opened, revealing the tiniest bit of color near the floor.

Narrowing my eyes in confusion, I set my gym bag inside my bedroom door and move closer to the closet. As I near it, I hear quiet sniffles.

I stop dead in my tracks, my heartbeat skyrocketing.

Probably just a doll.

Slowly, I back away from the door and into my dark room. Trying to ignore my pounding heart, I carefully close the door and rest my back against it. Why I'm so shaken over something so small? 

"When can I come out, Mommy?" Tears stream down my dirty cheeks as I lean my head against the locked closet door.

"Shut it, you little shit," I hear her snarl from the other side. "I'll let you when I damn well please!"

Trying to be quiet for Mommy, I curl into a ball in the center of the dark closet. She probably doesn't know that I'm scared of the dark, if she did, she wouldn't lock me in here. She loves me, I know she does. Mommy's always love their kids, right?

Shakily, I stumble over to the bottom bunk and drop onto the creaky mattress. Rubbing my eyes, I try to forget about the memories that those little cries brought out of me. But it seems to be impossible, and forgetting about the sobs themselves proves to be even harder.

Damn it!

Gripping my hair, I lean back on the itchy bed. I need to just go to bed.

However, despite the somewhat sane part of my brain voicing common sense, I can't close my eyes without the haunting sounds playing in my ears over and over again.

On the edge of sanity, I suddenly jump out of bed and stalk back towards the bedroom door and open it. I stare at the closet across from me and grit my teeth. If I am to get any sleep tonight, I need to see what is happening in there with that d*** doll.