Chapter 75 Horrible stepbrother

jeff nodded, then left. Charles didn’t say a word, just opened another beer, sat next to me, and turned the TV on. I looked around, trying to escape. Usually, he slept in after a few beers. I only hoped that he’d do the same, and he’d fall asleep before Jeff was back. I needed to disappear before he was

back

He watched football while I laid my head on the back of the sofa and cried quietly, I couldn’t stop thinking about how much I regretted leaving Gideon. We might have talked the next day and he might have forgiven me for being stupid.

Am I going to see him again? What will happen to me? Will Jeff rape me? Will someone harm me or force me into prostitution, or will they kill me? I felt like these questions in my head were going to make me mad.

“Stop crying, for fuck’s sake, You annoy me, Alice.” He shouted at me suddenly.

“You can’t do this to me.” I sobbed.

“I can, and I will. I lost eighteen years of my life because of you, so you own me a lot.”

“Why didn’t you just leave if you hated to live with us?

He laughed, then shook his head.

*You are a clueless little thing, aren’t you?”

“What have you done to my mum?”

“That fucking bitch deserved what she’s got from me.”

I looked at him. How he called my mother angered me, like I could kill him, but I knew I wasn’t in that position.

“What have you done to her?” I asked him again, but I didn’t know if I wanted to hear the answer, really.

“You don’t want to know that. The point is, I didn’t need her any longer.”

a sip of his

least something that Riccardo can be

I frowned.

just shut

a loud burp he

videos of you, and he was waiting to

only looked at

me if you want

He laughed.

care which hole he fucks Hell find another one in no time. I know well who

words made my tears

me, and he’ll kill you

He laughed harder,

are so naive,

Chapter 15 Homble stepbrother

of beer from the floor next

hoping Gideon loved me, and came after

heard

got

opened the box

then, can I have some privacy with

head. He stood up, got a few cans of beer,

or bruises. The Devilles won’t like that and don’t drag it too

on the sofa. I desperately tried to find something that I could use to knock him out, but I

at me and walked

I yelled, but that just

it easy, but if I have to force you, that just turns me on more.”

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