Breaking The Silence (Fatally Flawed Book 3) by Dusty Lassetter Page B
Authors: Dusty Lassetter
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You shouldn’t have let us get this involved.” I ask.
He never answers. Just looks at me with hurt in his eyes before walking out the door. The look on his face when I said K.J. was one of pure rage. To my knowledge he has never met K.J. and I don’t recall ever talking to Gunner about him. I never discuss our strange relationship, not even to Candice and Bethany. I shrug my shoulders and make my way around the apartment blowing out all the candles. I knew the minute I seen K.J., sitting there, this night was going to hell in a hand basket. Why does he always do this? Why do I always let him? He has strung me along since high school and I am sick and tired of it. He doesn’t really want me. He just doesn’t want anyone else to have me.
After making sure my apartment won’t catch on fire I slowly make my way to the bathroom. There is no point in letting this warm bath go to waste. Relaxing in the bubbles may help me come up with a plan to get Gunner back. This is going to be another long sleepless night, but at least Kiersten is staying with our parents. Sinking into the bubbly water, I close my eyes and instantly replay the kiss in my head. That is the first time K.J. has kissed me and regrettably will have to be the last. I refuse to keep dwelling on something that won’t change. K.J. will stick around long enough to run Gunner off. Then he will move on as if nothing happened. I have to break the cycle; I just need to find the strength to do so.
Chapter 15
Age Eleven
K.J.
Summer started two weeks ago and already I am covered in cuts and bruises. Mr. Alvarez makes the guards be more aware of the injuries they cause during the school year. “Come get your food asshole.” Carlos yells out, before throwing a bowl of rice and beans, half of it spilling onto the concrete floor. I don’t move from my spot against the wall. My body is tired and sore making it hard to crawl my way over to the uneatable food. Mr. Alvarez is trying to teach me how to embrace pain. The more I screamed out, the harder the whip was brought down on my back. He claims it will make me a better man, someone he can unquestionably depend on.
I slowly scrape the food off the concrete, putting it back into its bowl, before dumping it into my piss bucket in the corner. Closing my eyes, I pretend to be asleep, waiting for the moment Carlos comes back. With no evidence to be found he will stupidly assume I ate my food, like a good slave boy.
“Thought you were smarter than me, didn’t you, little shit?” He whispers out into the darkness as he enters my cell. I remain unmoving with my eyes closed, head still resting on my mattress. Feeling his hand slide up my bare back before locking onto my hair, I stay as motionless as possible. With more strength than necessary he jerks my head back, taunting me, “it has taken a little more time than I thought, but you’re finally going to get what is coming to you.” He mumbles, slamming my head back down. Judging by the sounds coming from above me, I know he’s removing his belt.
“We’ll see how brave you truly are.” He grunts out in between making jerky movements above me. Feeling him lean in further, adding more weight to the old mattress, I slam my head up with as much strength as I possess. The sound of his bones cracking, from the back of my skull being slammed into his face, sends a rush of adrenaline through my veins. He falls back onto his bare ass, his pants down at his ankles, holding onto his bleeding nose. Realizing its kill or be killed, I scurry over and
He never answers. Just looks at me with hurt in his eyes before walking out the door. The look on his face when I said K.J. was one of pure rage. To my knowledge he has never met K.J. and I don’t recall ever talking to Gunner about him. I never discuss our strange relationship, not even to Candice and Bethany. I shrug my shoulders and make my way around the apartment blowing out all the candles. I knew the minute I seen K.J., sitting there, this night was going to hell in a hand basket. Why does he always do this? Why do I always let him? He has strung me along since high school and I am sick and tired of it. He doesn’t really want me. He just doesn’t want anyone else to have me.
After making sure my apartment won’t catch on fire I slowly make my way to the bathroom. There is no point in letting this warm bath go to waste. Relaxing in the bubbles may help me come up with a plan to get Gunner back. This is going to be another long sleepless night, but at least Kiersten is staying with our parents. Sinking into the bubbly water, I close my eyes and instantly replay the kiss in my head. That is the first time K.J. has kissed me and regrettably will have to be the last. I refuse to keep dwelling on something that won’t change. K.J. will stick around long enough to run Gunner off. Then he will move on as if nothing happened. I have to break the cycle; I just need to find the strength to do so.
Chapter 15
Age Eleven
K.J.
Summer started two weeks ago and already I am covered in cuts and bruises. Mr. Alvarez makes the guards be more aware of the injuries they cause during the school year. “Come get your food asshole.” Carlos yells out, before throwing a bowl of rice and beans, half of it spilling onto the concrete floor. I don’t move from my spot against the wall. My body is tired and sore making it hard to crawl my way over to the uneatable food. Mr. Alvarez is trying to teach me how to embrace pain. The more I screamed out, the harder the whip was brought down on my back. He claims it will make me a better man, someone he can unquestionably depend on.
I slowly scrape the food off the concrete, putting it back into its bowl, before dumping it into my piss bucket in the corner. Closing my eyes, I pretend to be asleep, waiting for the moment Carlos comes back. With no evidence to be found he will stupidly assume I ate my food, like a good slave boy.
“Thought you were smarter than me, didn’t you, little shit?” He whispers out into the darkness as he enters my cell. I remain unmoving with my eyes closed, head still resting on my mattress. Feeling his hand slide up my bare back before locking onto my hair, I stay as motionless as possible. With more strength than necessary he jerks my head back, taunting me, “it has taken a little more time than I thought, but you’re finally going to get what is coming to you.” He mumbles, slamming my head back down. Judging by the sounds coming from above me, I know he’s removing his belt.
“We’ll see how brave you truly are.” He grunts out in between making jerky movements above me. Feeling him lean in further, adding more weight to the old mattress, I slam my head up with as much strength as I possess. The sound of his bones cracking, from the back of my skull being slammed into his face, sends a rush of adrenaline through my veins. He falls back onto his bare ass, his pants down at his ankles, holding onto his bleeding nose. Realizing its kill or be killed, I scurry over and
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