I Been Through It All(Book 2)[Editing]

Chapter Thirty-One

Cassie's P.O.V

"Wash it right, bitch", my biggest fan here at Chris's trap said before kicking over tbe bucket of mop water.

I wanted to yell at him, say "you do it" but that will only earn me a smack. I just scrub the tile harder trying to satisfy him but nothing is good for this man. I try and try my hardest but nothing makes him smile. Nothing makes him leave.

I heard his heavy footsteps letting me know he's getting closer to me. I looked up getting greeted by a hard smack to my left cheek. I'm to young to be dealing with this shit.

"I SAID DO IT RIGHT", he yelled gripping my right arm tightly. I knew what he has planned but I'm not looking forward to it. Thrashing in his grip I began trying to escape but, I never do. He held on me tighter dragging me to the "room" where he does what ever he wants.

Tears spilled as I thought of the last time I was in the "room". Nothing good never happens in that damn room.

How could Chris do this to me? How could he sit in his office and hear my screams, my pleads, my begging for his help.

"Stoppppppppppppp!", I heard Amelia loud screams as I am dragged by, now his hands have a good grip on my long jet black hair. I seen a good glance of Amelia laying on that bed trying to cower away in fear as the man on top of her pushes his way in her violently. He is not fazed by her yells, her cries, her punches, he just continues to stroke.

After witnessing a taste of what's to come to me, I'm thrown on a bed. A horrible dirty matress with holes, it's so horrible the springs are coming out. My back immediately is poked by the springs and I cry bloody murder. I fight for my life, like I always do but I loose.

"Stop fucking moving, don't act like your not use to this shit", he barks angrily. As he pulls off the dirty tee I have on, after my body is exposed he looks down in disgust. That look made me feel so, so, so nasty. I hadn't showered in weeks and no one doesn't care, each male that works here for Chris has gotten their way with me for weeks. They don't care about the dirt caked on my body.

My panties are taken off my body and he now pushes inside me hard. I am still sore from the train him and three other guys ran yesterday. He doesn't care that I cry for him to stop he still strokes, he still grunts, he smacks me forcing my yells to stop. And each time he reminds me of what I did.

"This is for Cassidy, Bitch", he says as he smacks me across the face, I cry out not from the pain of the smack but the reminder of that damn day.

This is Cassidy's fault, this is Ariane's fault, this is that baby's fault that's in her stomach, this is that hole damn family's fault. They all should feel what I'm feeling, they all need to feel my pain, they need to all be smacked, every last one of them should, and if I ever make it out of here they will each get their's. I will make sure that Cassidy gets her's worst

She is no daughter of mine!

I should of got rid of her when I had a chance. I should have went to the clinic, I should've gave her up. At the time I was only nineteen anyway. Why'd I keep that bastard, why'd I care for her, for that little bitch. Why?

She'll regret being born, she'll will regret having me as a mother.

A/n- Another chapter woo woo, any who Cassie is an evil bitch. She doesn't and probably never will take her fault in this equation. (Sighs) Young and Dumb.

On another note special thanks to @stealthenightaway for my new cover to Sex Toy that girl is very talented, so I suggest if you want any covers made talk to her.

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