“Because we’re vulnerable when we aren’t watching our backs. You know that, Hens.”
Vulnerable.
A word—an emotion—that I grew to hate more than anything else in this fucking world. Something that I never wanted to be again, nor would I allow my sister to be either.
“You don’t wanna keep,Mom,waiting, do you?” I tease in an affectionate voice. But Hens doesn’t seem to hear the humor in what I’ve said, nor how I said it. Instead, she jerks her arms violently out my hands, and turns to face me with an angry, tight line where her mouth usually is.
Here we go again,I think miserably as I wait for the verbal barrage.
I understand why she does it.
She was used more than I was, abused more violently, too, for having more accessible holes than me.
Though that didn’t stop one of Gloria’s johns from trying to make an extra one between my balls and ass.
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“STOP! PLEASE!” I scream as I try to kick my legs out from Mom’s grip. She has me on the ground, one ankle tied to the bed and the other tightly in her grip.
Her “friend” has a knife in one of his hands and keeps poking at my skin.
“Come on, little whore, don’t you wanna earn your money?” he asks, his question followed by a nicotine-riddled cough.
I sob as I continue to move my legs. I may not be able to get the one tied to the bedpost free, but I can make this as hard as possible for the both of them.
He presses the sharp tip of the knife against my skin again and this time, I can feel blood rush from the wound.
“MOM! PLEASE!” I sob at her, knowing full well that she doesn’t care about me or Hensley. She only cares about money and nothing else.
As he presses the tip even deeper still, I close my eyes tightly as my body shakes violently. He’s pulling down, trying to make the hole he says that Ishouldhave and I’m so scared.
“UGH!”
Thump.
The sound of pain escapes through his chapped lips, followed by the sound of his body hitting the floor. I open my eyes again when I can hear the clatter of the knife skip a couple of times on the dusty, old wooden floor, then skitter to a stop.
“You ungrateful little bitch!” Mom roars.
Hensley.
I take the opportunity to kick my leg as hard as I can. Mom stumbles as she loses her grip because she wasn’t expecting it.
I sit up quickly and undo the rope around my ankle with shaking hands, wiping away the fresh tears that seem to be never-ending.
“Come on, Tieran,” Hensley says as she picks up the knife and holds it out toward Mom. She extends her other hand toward me, and I stumble toward her, my body wracked with the most heart-wrenching sobs I’ve ever felt as I take her hand.
“We’re done for tonight, Momma. Be your own whore,” Hensley growls at her as she slowly walks backward out of the room with me beside her.
I know we’re going to have to find a place to hide for a few days cause Mom is gonna be so damn angry with us.
“I’ll fix you up once we get outside,” my sister promises as she pulls her pants off and holds them out to me. Her white panties are stained with blood and have rips in them, but she doesn’t want anyone else to see me the way that he left me.
“Don’t you worry, Tieran. One day, we’ll be big enough and strong enough to pay her back for all of this. I promise.”
CHAPTER16
HENSLEY