Page 4 of Breaking Boston

I arrived at school,my clothes soaked and my mind wandering, but I was looking forward to another rainy day, another day with my mysterious guardian watching over me.

I head right for my locker, counting down the days until I'm out of this place—17... and they can't come fast enough.

I never found my place in this world after Lux and Donovan left. My life turned into a fucking horror show that no thirteen-year-old should have to go through.

Not only was I a punching bag for Debbie and a quick release for Bobby, I found myself being the football team's target at school.

But no matter what I went through, my beautiful, tortured monsters weren't there to save me like they promised.

Lux Kingsley and Donovan Hades never came back for me.

I had heard from them over the years; a random text, a spur-of-the-moment call to make sure I was okay, but I never saw them. And fuck, did I miss them.

Lux with his shoulder length, blonde hair, icy blue eyes that turned me into a puddle, and a smile so bright it lit up the darkest of places. And Donovan.Oh, Donovan.Pretty bad boy with short dark hair and a perfect, sculpted body. His dimples made me blush whenever he smiled. I used to get lost in his hypnotic green eyes whenever he'd pierce them into mine.

But that was then,when they were seventeen.

They've changed over the years, I'm sure. And I'm so fucking curious to see them now.

But will I ever see them again?

They had left me and never looked back. But I couldn't blame them for wanting to get away from Debbie's and Bobby's abuse—out of the devil's suffocating grasp. I wanted away from the torture too, but I missed my chance.Right?

I had contemplated running away so many times, but I couldn't leave.It's hard to run away when you're chained to your bed. Plus, I couldn't leave the other kids. I had to protect them from the monsters who were supposed to protect us.

I couldn't help but long for the safety and comfort that Lux and Donovan once brought me. I could only hope that one day they would come back and rescue me from this fuckingnightmare. And until then, I would wait for another rainy day—another day with the comforting feeling of someone watching over me. And maybe,just maybe, they would return.

It has been five long years, and they're not coming back.

I put my stuff in my locker and closed it, turning around to meet Hayden's spiteful eyes locked on mine. I shiver as he puts his hand on the locker beside my head, giving me flashbacks of my morning encounter with Bobby.

"Well, if it isn't my little slut," Lynn High's quarterback, Hayden, says, leaning in so his lips are next to my ear. I get a chill along my spine from the feeling of his hot breath on my neck, but I keep my composure, not wanting him to see the effect he has on me.

"Move, Hayden. I have to get to class."

"Oh, now we're pretending you're a goody two shoes who don't skip classorgive head in the bathroom?" He chuckles, licking his full lips while sweeping his eyes over my body.

I roll my eyes, pushing my hand against his muscular chest to put some distance between us; it doesn't work. He takes another step closer, his lips brushing against my neck, trapping me with his body against mine.

"You might be fucking gorgeous, Boston, but you're a fucking whore, and you'll never amount to anything," he spits, his words breaking my composure little by little.

I should be used to his torment by now; it's been like this for the last four years. Hayden and the rest of the football team have made my life a living hell, but I'd rather their hell than the hell that goes on in my house every day.

"Move, Hayden. I'm not in the mood for this shit today."

"Does it look like I give a fuck? You know what I want, slut."

He runs his hand down the front of my body, igniting an unwanted fire within. Ignoring all the students walking downthe hall, he reaches his hand down the front of my pants and rubs my pussy over my thong.

"Hayden," I moan softly, chewing on my bottom lip to keep my sounds to a minimum.

I don't want to be enjoying this, but my body is a bitch and betrays me every time.

"I love hearing you beg my name. But not here; you know where you belong."

He pushes off of the locker beside me, pulling his hand out of my pants. As he smiles, his blue eyes twinkle, reminding me of Lux's.

"Get your ass in the bathroom so you can suck my dick before class," Hayden demands, licking my essence off of his fingers.

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