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"You were mine the second you put your signature on that contract." He looked at me with pure lust and dominance in his eyes.
"F*ck you."
He smirks and moves closer to me, coming to my side of the booth and caging me ag...
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January 15
*Flashback: 5 Years Ago*
As we drive back to the Jackson household, I sit in complete silence while everyone else celebrates.
In the family, there are 4 kids, 2 are 18, 1 is 19, and 1 is 12. Me and the twins just came from our high school graduation.
We went to the same school yet we had 2 different experiences. Mera and Mitchell were very well-known around the school. Mera of course was captain of the volleyball team and Mitchell was captain of the swim team. They were feared by the weak and unpopular kids such as myself and admired by the people in their level of ''Popularity'.
I on the other hand, was never in any groups or sports. I never went to games or parties. Not only because I wasn't allowed to, but because I felt out of place. Living with people who know everything about everything and everyone isn't always great when you're the topic of the conversation.
4 years of hell is what I'd call high school. Would I do it again or want to remember it? The hardest no I could express.
"Hello? I'm speaking to you." I hear my foster mother over all of the loud talking and unrecognizable music.
"I make eye contact with her and the pure hatred laced within them never seems to weaken. Somehow it gets stronger each time.
"Yes, Mercedes?" I ask with little to no enthusiasm whatsoever.
"I want to treat the twins to dinner for their amazing accomplishments. You're paying for our dinner." they all chuckle under their breath as if I can't hear them.
My jaw drops. How can you treat someone to dinner if you're not paying for it? "But I'm saving up for college and an apartment and-"
"Oh, but I don't recall asking." she says in a mocking voice, a fake frown on her face.
"Georgie, drive us to the most expensive restaurant in the city." she turns to her husband whose behind the wheel and he nods before switching lanes and heading away from the house.
I feel my eyes water but I don't let the tears fall. I hate crying in front of my foster families. It only feeds into their behaviors toward me because they know it's working.
"Thanks, daddy."
"Thanks, pops," the twins say at the same time and laugh to themselves. They occasionally show each other their phones and laugh.
