A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

Chapter 1

Families always have problems, I know that. Mine just seemed to have more than most. My uncles had all spent time locked up and now they couldn’t get work. My mother was a drunk and my dad had never been in the picture. To say we were dysfunctional was an understatement.

Somehow mom had managed to buy the house we were in. It was small, just a few bedrooms and a kitchen/ living area. It was full of people, though.

We became the crash pad for anyone in the family with nowhere to stay, which was pretty much everybody. They blamed the bad economy. I blamed the stuff they kept snorting up their noses. Fear of another beating kept me from ever saying anything Like that.

I’d had my own bedroom until my Last uncle moved in. Uncle Eddy told mom he “needed” to have a comfortable bed. He was creepy enough he probably wouldn’t have cared if I stayed. My mother told me I could sleep on the couch, but she spent most nights there passed out drunk.

A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y

Occasionally I found myself sleeping in a chair on the front porch.

when I

out of there

several hours down the interstate in a seedy motel. My boyfriend drove me and my meager belongings to the motel. His payment was a quickie on the motel’s squeaky, uncomfortable bed. Once

the motel was not exactly nice, but he took

anyone else’s to stay there. I had my own bed and

spic and span. Soon I learned to avoid Mr. Pensky, the manager,

thankless. Mr. Pensky refused to buy me even simple things, like gloves. My hands were red and raw from the chemicals I used.

but I was fast. I’d

my room, so nobody stole what I bought. I rarely

my days off. I took the bus and went down to the coast. There was a place there the to’ ts ‘tf you climbed the steep slope

I managed to

turned eighteen I’d got out of there as fast as I

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