Riley
I could hear yelling coming from downstairs. The words were muffled and the drive to protect myself had me carefully creeping down the stairs to hear what was going on. I needed to know if this fight would end up in my room with me the main focus. So many fights ended like that back home. It was always best to know ahead of time so I could plan. That could mean hiding, cooking, or buttering someone up. Sometimes it meant selling myself to Bently or Maverick. Their pleasure for just a little
less pain. Guilt and disgust washed through me thinking of what I had to stoop too to survive. I hugged my body, feeling
their fingers graze across me as I carefully made my way down the hall. I heard the front door open and close just as I got to the top of the stairs. I looked down, not seein
