The gang leader owns me

*Winter* When you have lots of friends, a nice house, good looks and everything girls wish that they had, to others you might seem ‘popular’. Well that’s me. In a way, my family has a secret and if someone was to ask a question, I would get in trouble. But everyone at school and outside of my house doesn’t know what happens behind closed doors. If anyone found out, my family will beat me to death, that’s what I mean when I say I would get in trouble. “Wake up you b***h!”, My mother yelled banging on my door. She does this every morning to wake me up. Good thing I have a lock on my door. Unfortunately, her yelling worked; I woke up. But all I want to do is not wake up and stay asleep forever. But in reality, it won’t happen, no matter how many times I’ve tried. My mother ‘needs’ to keep me alive so I can cook her and father dinner and breakfast because she doesn’t want to ruin her nails. She ‘needs’ me alive in order to be her personal slave. “Yes Mother.” I reply back, sitting up trying to find the energy to get out of bed. “Hurry up and make us breakfast or you can have a repeat of last night.” She said, wishing that she could beat me again. I jump out of bed and change my clothes, before I run into the kitchen to cook breakfast. I look around my small ‘bedroom’ if you even call it that. It’s a room that has a used and damaged bed on the floor with a flickering light hanging from the ceiling. The walls are black with no windows and just a plain brown door. I try and get up from the hard bed but I just roll off, landing on the cold hard floor. I walk down the stairs to the kitchen where I start my work for the morning making everyone breakfast and small cup of juice for myself. My ‘family’ always called me fat so they stopped buying food for 4 people and instead bought food for 3, making me eat less and less food; if I am even fed at all. I hear the kitchen doors open but I refuse to turn around, I already knew who it was. My father came into the room and walked up behind me. “Finally, we can be alone together.” My father said as he groped my ass. I hold in a breath, too afraid to move.     He is satisfied to see the fear on my face when he does this to me, but I feel dirty. Most people say they feel dirty when this happens, but it happens to me every night when my mother is asleep. He hasn’t raped me yet, but I know it will happen soon though. “Do you need anything, Father?” I asked, continuing to cooking, trying not to think about his hand on my ass. “I need you to get rid of something for me.” He whispered in my ear moving forward feeling him push his d**k onto my ass. I can feel his warm, humid breath in my ear and its sending shivers down my spine. “I have to cook breakfast for you, mother and brother.” I said trying not to move an inch. It’s hard not to move because his hand is slowly moving closer and closer to my pants. This is nothing new to me, it happens every morning. “Come on Winter,” He whispered, moving his other hand to the side of my head, turning my head towards his face. I close my eyes and try moving my head back the other way but he is stronger than I am. “Be a good little girl for Daddy.” “What the f**k is this?!” My mother yelled standing at the door. Father jumped as far away from me as possible, I turned around to see an even angrier mother then before, glaring at me.  “It’s her fault! She is trying to force herself onto me like always.” I could hear the embarrassment in his voice knowing, that he had a look of disgust on his face. You would think that I would stand up for myself and say ‘that’s not true’ but I don’t feel like being abused today. Everyone at school will question why I have so many bruises, but my family doesn’t care about me getting hurt. They just don’t want to go to jail again. “You little slut!” My mother spat at me, “You think just because you don’t have a boyfriend you have to seduce your own Father? Dirty skank.” She was practically launching herself at me with her hand out, ready to slap the s**t out of me. I closed my eyes to prepare for the slap but it never came. I opened my eyes and my father was holding her hand back. “Not her face, you don’t want people questioning her again. Do you?” He said with his back to me. I can tell that he wants to let her hand go, he doesn’t have a strong grip on her wrist. “Fine.” Her hand dropped. Just as I thought that I could go back to making breakfast, Father punched my stomach making me fall to the floor, struggling to hold back tears. They continuously kicked me in my stomach, legs and arms, avoiding my face. I tried to get up but David grabbed a hand-full of my hair and pulled me back down to the ground. “Don’t try and get up.” He said in a cold, heartless voice. “You know what happens if you do.”, slamming my head into the floor once. I could have sworn he was going to do it again. “Yes, Father.” I said trying to hold back the tears that threaten to fall. He stood over me for a good five minutes. I didn’t dare to look up, focusing on the floor, starring forward at his feet. After a while, he finally started walking away from me. I let out a sigh and slowly start standing up. Just as I was about to push myself off the floor, I heard a voice. “I did tell them to stop, you know.” My brother said, trying to calm me down. It never works, he’s just like them; Controlling, abusive, a bully, a jerk, the list goes on and on. “You say that all the time, it never works. You know that Hunter.” I replied, finally standing with two feet on the ground. Walking towards the door, I can smell burnt bacon. I run over to the stove and turn it off, s**t. “You need to be more careful in the kitchen.” My brother said smirking as he walked out of the kitchen. I clean the kitchen and make new breakfast for everyone. I set the table and walk to my room to get changed from my blood-stained clothes from the cut that they opened. I get changed into ripped jeans and knitted jumper with my sons of anarchy jacket to go over the top. I grab my school and bag and run to the door to get to school. I put my headphones in as I walk to school, like I always do in the mornings.  I was about to cross the street when my brother’s car pulled up next to me. “Hey.” He said rolling the window down, looking me up and down. “Hi.” I said looking down, taking in detail of the ground under my feet. “Get in.” He said turning his head to the other side of the car. “No thanks. I am fine walking to school.” I said crossing the street and continuing my walk to school. After the usual 10 minute walk, I made to school but I still saw Hunter’s car following me into the school yard. I walk over to my friends and they’re talking about the party next Friday. “What is your brother doing here?” My best friend Amelia asked me, moving away from the conversation. Amelia has long brown hair with brown eyes and 9 piercings. She has gorgeous dark skin with long skinny legs. She is one of my best friends, I can trust her with everything. But the one thing that she can never know is the s**t that happens to me at home. “I have no idea.” I replied back to her, looking out over to his car. He isn’t getting out of his car, why is he still here? I was about to text my brother why he is here but the bell went for class to start.