A Deal With The Sinners

Chapter 5

I looked at the time on my clock, seeing as it was already 12:15 at night. Shit. I sped home, running up to the front door and quietly opening the door. I slowly shut the door behind me before letting out a breath of air and turning around. I jumped as my stepfather stood across the room with a beer bottle in his hand.

"Where the hell were you?" He slurred angrily, walking closer while his face was contorted in a disgusting smile.

"Out with friends," I said casually with my eyes downcast, so I wouldn't start another fight with him.

"With boys?" He asked getting up into my face.

I shook my head immediately. "No."

He punched me across the face, making me fall to the floor with a thud. "You're just a little whore. You should be ashamed of yourself. Your mother works night shifts to pay for the roof over your head, and you go out every night sleeping with god knows who," He said, delivering kicks and punches to my torso, arms, legs, back, and face. I held in my groans of pain as I knew this would only make him madder.

He pulled my tank top down, exposing my bra to him. "Is this what you like?" He yelled in my face as he harshly groped my breast in his hand. I hated it when he got this drunk. I wish that I could say that this was a first, but sadly, it wasn't.

I tried pushing him off, hoping he was too drunk to fight back. I punched him in the face before he grabbed me by the throat and tightened his grip. I know he'll forget any of this ever happened by tomorrow but unfortunately, I won't. This is a regular occurrence in my everyday life. I felt my air supply get cut off as he gripped me harder. I quickly felt around my shorts until my finger caught on the knife that I carry with me everywhere.

I flipped it open and stabbed him in the arm. Somewhere that won't leave a permanent effect. He cussed as he loosened his hold on me and clutched his arm that was currently gushing blood onto me. I lifted up my knee hard, making him groan and rollover. I jumped up and ran to my room, shutting the door and locking it with the regular lock and then a chain lock.

Yup, that's right. I have two locks since this seems to be a regular occurrence in my household. And yeah, my mom knows about it. That's why I lived with my dad before he died. I slowly walked towards my bed as I laid down, trying to avoid the injuries that my dickhead stepdad left me with. I didn't even want to look at the damage done, so I leaned back and closed my eyes, trying to come up with the perfect punishment for the first person on my list. Vicki Stewart, my ex-best friend.

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Roman's POV

We were currently waiting at the front of the school for Violet to arrive as each of us grew more and more agitated. "Where the fuck is she?" Maddox asked, clenching his teeth. He has been in a pissy mood ever since Violet left last night. I honestly don't know what his fucking deal is with her.

I'm not going to lie, I've wanted to fuck Violet again ever since the party two months ago. At the time, I hadn't heard about her dad's death yet and I wish she had told me. I mean, we used to be so close...and then me and my family ruined it. I don't blame her for not trusting me. Hell, I wouldn't trust me either.

"Did you try texting her?" I asked River as he was looking down at his phone.

"I did, but she's not answering. I think her phone's off," He said worriedly, looking around the empty hallways.

"Should we just complete the first person on her list?" Ace asked, looking down at Vicki Stewart's name on the list.

Maddox shook his head. "Hell no, it's her choice on what we do. Plus, how do we know if we should go easy on her or not?"