The THREE Bad Boys Next Door
"Go upstairs to your room, and clean yourself off, you sorry excuse for a daughter." He hisses in my ear, and I whimper softly as an answer.
In the race to get upstairs, I trip a couple times, making my many bruises of the night throb, and my head pound harder than a drunk with a hangover.
I open my door and slam it closed, sighing in relief. Now, time to tend to these wounds.
Walking over to my wall mirror, I slowly start to slip off my sweater, when out of the corner of my eye, I spot 3 pairs of eyes on me, staring at me through three different windows. I pretend to not notice them, and instead go into my bathroom, grabbing some pajamas on the way in.
Little did I know, that those three pairs of dangerous eyes were studying everything about my life.
****Adult language used, some sexual scenes, self harm mentioned, abuse****