Page 2 of Breaking Boston

"We can't stay here, little bird; it's not safe for any of us."

I bolt up, already missing the warmth from Lux's lap. Still, with my hands on my hips, I glare at them, speechless, and feeling betrayed. Donovan's fingers lock around my wrist, and a gentle but firm tug has me sitting back down on the bed.

This is serious, I can tell. But they both know I don't do well in these types of situations. My anxiety begins to consume me, fear gripping my throat.

Donovan and Lux look at me through swollen, black eyes, my heart ripping in two from their pain alone. I reached out to hold their hands, as we did so many times before this.

"Tell me what happened," I whisper, forcing a smile. "And don't feed me some bullshit about stealing beer."

They share a look with each other, then turn their gaze back to me, simply shaking their heads in silence.

"Lux, tell me," I demand, pulling my hands out of their grasp.

"The less you know, the better, pretty girl. Just... trust me, please." He lowers his head and rests it in my lap, his warm breath setting my inner thighs on fire.

"We're leaving...tonight, little bird," Donovan says, filling the silence that followed Lux, his voice slightly cracking.

As chaos begins to erupt in my head, my jaw drops, and I struggle with the words to tell them how I'm feeling. I can feelthe tears forming in my eyes, but I lift my chin, refusing to show defeat.

"You can't leave.Please, don't leave me here with them," I plead with them, but my words fall on deaf ears.

"We have to, Boston, and you know that. We're gonna fucking end up dead if we stay here any longer," Lux growls, finally breaking his silence as he lifts his head from my lap, his pain-filled eyes locking onto mine.

"Then take me with you. I'll go with you guys tonight." I smile at the thought of being free from Debbie and Bobby's clutches, but just as soon as it comes, it fades, knowing they're about to turn me down.

"You can't come with us, at least, not yet," Lux says to me, looking at Donovan, obviously hiding something from me.

"Why can't I come with you? You know how bad they treat me too!" I scream, bolting up from my bed.

"Don't fucking yell, Boston. Of course, we want to take you with us, but it's not safe. We need to make sure everything is planned out and set up before we can bring you," Donovan explains, his eyes filled with guilt as he slaps his hand over my mouth and backs me up against my bedroom window.

"Don't make this fucking harder than it has to be, little bird. You know how shitty me and Lux feel." He moves his hand away from my mouth, pushing his palm against the front of my throat.

Lux appears beside him, slowly stepping toward me so his mouth is right next to my ear. I exhale heavily, knowing that they're right. I can't risk being caught and dragged back to this hell before we have a solid plan in place. But the thought of being without them, even for a little while, feels like a fucking knife twisting in my already scarred chest.

"Okay," I say quietly, nodding my head in agreement as I look at Lux, eager tears threatening to fall from my eyes. "But promise me you'll come back for me."

"We promise, pretty girl. We'll be back for you," Lux reassures me, his soft lips capturing mine while Donovan peppers kisses all over my neck.

I try to keep my tears from falling, but it's no use; they stream down my cheeks like falling raindrops, coating my skin in cold wetness.

"We'll always be watching over you, pretty girl. Don't be afraid," Lux says as he gets up, heading for the door with Donovan.

They leave my room as thunder rolls throughout the city, shaking the house from the impact. I watch my door close, letting tears stream down my face freely. A bolt of lightning illuminates the sky, bringing more heavy rain with it.

Staring out the window, I watch them walk away from the house of nightmares, leaving me behind. But they have to do this; I know that. I just wish they'd let me leave with them.

It's not long before my bedroom door opens again, and Bobby stumbles in, the smell of alcohol and cigarettes invading my nostrils, making nausea swirl in my stomach.

"Bobby, get out of my room."

I pull the blanket up to my chin to try and keep him away, but it doesn't work; it never works. Bobby takes what he wants and does it with a sinister smile on his face and evil in his eyes.

With his hand planted over my mouth to muffle my screams, he climbs on top of me. I try to fight him off, but he's too strong—no match for a weak, thirteen-year-old girl.

"You know Ilovea fighter, Boston. But be a good girl for me tonight; it'll go by quicker," he mumbles, alcohol heavy on his breath.

Already broken and lost, Bobby breaks me some more, taking my innocence and any hope I had left inside of me.

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