Mated to the Alpha Twins novel Chapter 4

I clocked out of work after making quite a bit of money from tips alone. It would definitely help replenish some of the money I had spent on clothes and necessities.

While I was happy to be free from work, going home was another situation entirely.

When Tori dropped me off, Melissa was still at work for another hour. That left me alone with Frank.

I knew he was completely s**t-faced the second I walked through the front door.

He sat in the recliner watching some fuzzy football match on the TV. His face contorted in anger and I sighed.

“Where the f**k have you been?” He spat, struggling to lift himself off the recliner.

I tried not to roll my eyes, knowing it only pissed him off more.

“Working, Frank.” I repeated myself for the hundredth time.

I turned to walk up the stairs and escape his drunken tirade when something he said had me turning back around.

“Working?” He scoffed, wobbling as he stood from the recliner. “You were out whoring around like your f*****g mother.”

This time I did roll my eyes. If he wasn’t drunk all of the time he’d remember that Melissa made me pay for everything myself. I didn’t have time to ‘w***e around’ when I was busy supporting myself and going to high school.

“Melissa isn’t my mother.” I snapped, turning to walk up the stairs.

His hand wrapped around my wrist and yanked me backwards.

While I didn’t fall, I did stumble back a few steps.

“Get off of me, Frank.” I mumbled, my body tensing in fear.

The few times he had managed to get this close to me weren’t pretty. Frank was always handsy when he was drunk, whether it be abusive or sexual.

“F*****g w***e.” He spat, his alcohol tinged breath invading my sensitive nose. He yanked me closer to him and I nearly gagged at the sight of his sweat stained shirt.

My entire body felt cold with fear. He was much too close for comfort.

I grimaced at the disgusting smell of stale beer and body odor.

His grip was tightening around my wrist, and I gritted my teeth against the pain.

“I said get off!” I screeched, bringing my knee up in between his stubby legs.

Frank let out a hiss of pain as his hand dropped my wrist. I could hear his drunken yelling as I ran to my bedroom and slammed the door behind me.

I fumbled with the lock through the tears that had sprung up in my eyes.

Once the door was successfully locked, I flopped down on my bed and let a few tears trail down my face.

Some days were harder than others, but it would all be worth it when I left this place.

Over the years, I had quickly lost hope that Melissa would treat me like her own daughter and instead looked forward to escaping the moment I turned 18.

I sat on the bed for hours, not daring to move until I heard the front door open and Melissa come inside.

It was then I pulled myself off the bed and trudged into the shower. The steaming water hid the tears as they fell from my eyes, and I gave up and let them run freely.

I was always extremely aware of Frank’s movements in the house, and always needed to be on guard around him. That fact alone was tiring and put me in a perpetual state of paranoia.