Four or Dead by G O A

Chapter 1

***This book is a dark romance, reverse harem type story. Please consider this a trigger warning. This book contains triggers from beginning to end and I will not spell them out at the beginning of each chapter. If you decide to continue reading, this is your warning and I hope you will enjoy the story.

I am standing in front of my full-length mirror trying to decide the best way to hide the scars that litter the skin along my back and neck.

Thankfully, the new bruises I had acquired were along my ribs and could easily be hidden under my shirt. My old scars were the ones hard to hide, but I had to try.

My father didn’t like rumors floating around about us especially since he was a valued member of our community.

We lived in an upscale neighborhood thanks to my father’s successful company, but it was a version of hell on earth. My father was a monster in these four walls, and a god among men in the real world.

I wish I could say that his hatred toward me began because of my mother’s death, that he just couldn’t stand looking at me and that was why he hurt me. The fact is, he hated me the moment I was born.

He hated me the moment the doctor said, ‘it’s a girl’. He wanted a son to become heir of his company and all the shady activity he did under the name of his legitimate business. Mom didn’t give him what he wanted, and because he beat her near an inch of her life the moment they brought me home, she never wanted to get pregnant again.

The stress of my father’s abuse made it too hard for her to even stand his touch and when he found out that she had secretly taken preventive measure to never get pregnant again, she had signed her death sentence.

She died in a so-called accident, but I know that was a lie. She had ruined my father’s chance at having a son, and he killed her for it. I would have died in the accident as well if it hadn’t been for a Good Samaritan who happened upon the accident early enough to pull me out. Just after I was pulled out of the car the whole thing burst into flames confirming that my mother was dead.

decided it would be too risky to try to kill me again and playing the grieve in husband and distraught father was too good an opportunity to pass up. This was just for show though, because as soon as I healed from the accident, he took out his anger

I hit puberty though, things only got worse. His friends started to take notice of me, and he would leave me alone with them to do with me as they

had hopped that at least school would be an escape from the hell of a life I endured

I was born into this world to become an outlet for people to take their anger out on. See some of these scars were from the many attempts to teach me who was in charge in the halls of my school. The long scar across my stomach was from the group of girls at my school who hated me the moment they saw me freshman year. They had been pushing me around and there was a broken railing on the bleachers, and I collided with it hard

mean girl and her crew made my life even worse. Then there are the four boys who

Dark Angels….Asher, Logan, Jayden, and

I could remember, and although the others hung around them, they didn’t stick with the same

their own way off tormenting me, in the way of more s**ual harassment. Anything from a smack to my butt to

and avoid interacting with anyone. I

My father yelled up to me from the

sighed, going with my usual jean jacket to cover my scars. I wiped away a stray tear from my ch**k before opening my bedroom door and making my way down the stairs. I swallow when I saw my dad leaning against the wall next to the door waiting for me. He looked up when he heard me and smiles at me sweetly, but I know that look is lethal. I walk slowly

your mouth shut. Got it?”

raced down the front steps. My bike was hidden on the side of the

no way a haven, but I was too scared to stay here a moment longer. One thing I knew for sure was that although the kids at school enjoyed hurting me, my father would enjoy killing me. For some reason I still wanted to live, but that could

parked my bike. I kneeled to lock a chain to it and stupidly turned my back. I should have known there would be no reprieve before

my eyes met