Lust and Torture【FIRST DRAFT】[4 first books of the Painted Red Series]

【Lust & Torture】Ch.11┌Reluctantly, Agreed┘

┌Chapter 11┘
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[House, in the night]

I looked at the time on my wristwatch and I knew I had missed the bus.

This was something I wasn't expecting.

I can't believe my luck!

We walked for about ten minutes before heading back.

I was outside Old Hans' house.

Lao Han came up at me with widened eyes.

"What on earth happened to your beautiful face?"

Lao Olya heard him and ran outside to meet with us.

"Sweetheart! You are bleeding!"

Lao Han frowned and looked at Damian suspiciously.

"Let's go inside. Olya, bring the damn aid kit here."

"On my way."

Lao Olya said, also glancing at Damian weirdly as if this was his fault.

I frowned and shrieked back on his side, scared that they would hate me, after all, I brought such trouble to them.

"Hey, it's okay, Beth. Don't be afraid, they won't hurt you."

"They must hate me by now, Damian. Look how much trouble I brought to them. I always do this, I am a fucking mess!"

"Don't think too much baby girl, just do as you were asked."

"Urgh! I'm so messed up!"

"Yeah, I know that now..."

"Sweetheart, let me help you with those wounds."

Old Olya offered.

"Thank you, Old Olya. But it is okay, the wounds are already dressed. I don't want to be more of an annoyance."

I said in a small voice.

I am used to people yelling and fighting with me. I never cared before, but I feel safe with these people, and I have no idea how to act normal and accompany any of them.

I had forgotten about what I did to my hand with all the depressing thoughts going through my mind.

(Lao Olya)

"What are you apologizing for, it is okay. We are happy to help you."

(Lao Han)

"What happened can you tell us?"

The Old Woman glared at her grandson once more.
She took my hurt hand and led me to the couch so she could help me dress the wound.
I didn't dare to look in their eyes.
I was reminded of when I was hurt and no one ever cared about it. Worse, they thought of me as a burden and threw me away.
I remember when they beat me up and curse me.