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Chapter Eight

Introducing Josh Swickard (Image Provided Above) who will fit the ideal role of Brandon.

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''What's wrong, princess?''

The way he's grinning at me feels wrong. I know what it means. I don't like it. I've never liked it.

''Come little sweetie... come sit on my lap.'' He gestures for me to come forward. I know I can't stay still but I have no other choice but to move towards him. I know what happens if I don't do what he says and I don't want to anger him again but my feet won't let me move. I don't want him to hurt me again. I remember what it felt like. I don't like it. It hurts too much. 

I don't know why, but he always likes to slide his hand up my skirt. I don't know why he does it. It feels uncomfortable to me when his fingers go underneath my underwear. When he touches me there, it's really sensitive but not in a good way at all. He sits back and enjoys touching me and watching me retaliate and fight back. I don't like it. I don't know why he does it. Why does he do this?

''Don't make me say it again.'' His harsh tone frightens me. ''Come here.''

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Terrified, I bolted up out of bed, feeling the adrenaline wildly pumping through my veins as I desperately gasped for air. The realization dawned and hit me like a truck. No matter how hard I try, I won't be able to move past what happened three years ago.

I haven't had these dreams since I was fourteen and was removed from the residence. 

Why are the nightmares back? I place my head in my hands, suddenly feeling the cold breeze drift by once I realized the bed sheets and blankets were lying in a huge mess on the carpet. 

I must have been tossing and turning in bed all night. Shit, I hope no one heard me.

I had to stop thinking about it. It was the only way I could move past this, I reminded myself once again and believed the continuous lie.

It had been a few days since our argument and ever since then, I haven't heard a single word come out of Katherine's mouth. She was obviously still upset about the incident that occurred with Nate but she should know better, I wasn't innocent and my record proved it.

She willingly choose to allow me into her home- well, mansion- in the first place. She shouldn't have expected an angel and I feel sorry for her if she did. Maybe she hadn't been told about what happened between my birth parents? 

Maybe she hadn't known what happened with my last foster parent and the assault charges? Maybe she didn't know anything. No one needed to know what happened, they wouldn't understand.

I sighed deeply, feeling the rapid beating of my heart slowly return back to its normal pace. I sat there for a while, not wanting to go to sleep again tonight. I didn't want to remember something I didn't want to.

I could use a smoke now, though. I needed a distraction. I needed something to help me forget about this, it always worked before.

Fuck, I wish I still had connections with my friend back near the group home. He lived around the corner from my street and used to sell illegal drugs to whoever paid straight up cash. Although, I still remember his number. If I only had a phone....

I grinned to myself, knowing exactly what I was going to do.

I tiptoed downstairs, sneakily creeping around the house to avoid any unwanted noise that could wake anyone up. Once we had finished eating dinner, Brandon had left his phone opened up on the kitchen counter and didn't bother coming back down to retrieve it. If I just text the number then erase the texts, he'll never suspect anything and I'll just go straight back to bed after my friend gives me what I want.