K I N G S by lowkey317 G (books to read to improve english txt) 📕

"What did you do now this time Rosaline?" In their knowing voices, I roll my eyes. Right now was not the time to rub it in my face.

"Go into your room, Rosaline. I'll be up there in 5 minutes when I get off the phone with Raphael." He hissed. I open my mouth frantically to speak, but he is already telling me not to push him anymore. I stubbornly head upstairs and slide into something more comfortable, shakily I pull off the lacy bra and slide on my Nike sports bra and a old pair of leggings. They were soft but ripped really bad to the point it showed much more leg then I intend to in public. I feel dizzy and my head spins, ugh I collapse on the bed feeling sick as my door busts open.

"Get up." Luis yelled.

"I can't I feel sick-"

"Stop fucking lying to me !" Roughly grabbing me I fall hastily to the floor and he shuts the door.  I groan and when he came toward me I ran.

I ran to the fucking bathroom ! I don't bother locking the door as he would bust through it like nothing and break my 4th door already. I pull the toilet seat up and throw up everything in my stomach, I groan when it was finally over and wipe my hand over my sweaty forehead. I shakily stand up and head toward the sink washing my mouth I ignore looking at the mirror refusing to look at Luis.

"Told you I wasn't fucking lying." I mumbled under my breath. He heard it. And once again he had me by a tight grasp he sat down on my bed.

"What did my father tell you?" I gulp.

"Your going to be in fucking trouble when he see's you Saturday. Right now I have permission ordered by him to have you over my knee." He glared  at me and I know he got his ass chewed out for me leaving again.

"NOO!" I cried out I hate being put over the knee. Karma is a bitch. Quickly Luis grabbed me firmly and pulled down my leggings and silky underwear as he put me face down on his lap. I was already kicking this was not the first time he had me over the knee, And everybody would tease me for days for being a 17 year who got a punishment like a little girl.

"Stop fucking kicking Rosaline. Or I'm going to get the belt and hair brush. You know I won't hesitate."

He started out slow and then got rough at first it wasn't hard to keep my screams in because I refused to cry. After the 15th time his hand slapped my ass I was biting my lip and thrashing in his lap, my ass was killing me. Luis gripped my thigh hard and went in for the last one he was obviously frustrated that I wouldn't scream or cry. I fell with a thud to the ground and he got up my ass hurt so bad it burned on the floor. My legs were spread and I quickly cover myself, this was nothing to what my father would do.

My eyes struggled top stay open in first period- English 11th. The boring teacher who talked like she was always about to cry drone on and on about something, suprisley I wasn't the only one who wasn't paying attention. In a rich school like Preshcott Academy, it was very strict and I hated that I was forced to go here. It was all of the stupid mistake Raphael caused, Desiree. It didn't matter that she gave birth to me and hates me I hate her too. I was nothing like her snobby, a bitch,  and a gold digger, a fucking slut. I never once understood how My father could fall in love with her at the age of 19. I learned the way to live with her nothing she says affects me nor does my twin sister Cynthia. We were nothing the same, I might have the same blood as them but my appearance and personality were different. I was always looked down on and judged upon in front Of Desiree's friends. She was ashamed of me and when it was younger it hurt, alot. Especially when my father left me with her I was alone now. And every time it goes through my head anger sparks through my head I can never forgive him for that.

The bell rings and I'm already on my feet and pushing past others towards the door. As I pass, the new poor new girl, that everybody knew was here on scholarship was tripped on purpose. I pause and and eye her seeing what she would do. Nothing. She was still sunked over the floor books sprawled evedywhere, and hair hiding her face. Shes weak, I thought. Without a second glance I walk away, I was just taught this way about life, that I didn't have time for other peoples problems. The shiny marble floor stood out and high chandliers were used as lights, cherry oak walls, and spacious clean bathrooms were almost luxury. Everything about this school screamed perfection and rich. I head down the hall hearing, the recognizable click-clack of thosw high heels. It was Cynthia of course. Popularity, image, and money were everything to her. It however didn't matter to me, in the streets if you wanted respect you had to earn it. I roll my eyes at the bitch I acknowledge as nobody I knew. My father pratically disowned her, seeing she hated him and was exactly like Desiree. I was given the evil eye from her little group. They never said nothing to me though, and they knew better. It didn't matter what Cynthia was Queen bitch, princess hoe, I would still beat her ass. End of story. I turn away bumping into a small figure, it was the same new girl.

"Oh--h I'm um- sorry.." She squeaked. A scowl broke into my face and I was almost ready to scream. It was either Cynthia and everybody else or me.

I had it. Fuck it. "Could you stop being such a fucking pussy!  You let everybody push you around and your so fucking scared for no reason ! You should be lucky I'm even trying to help you. Don't even think about me defending your ass until you know how to hold on your own." I snapped. I turn away and storm out into the parking lot, people like that pissed me off. I don't bother going to the rest of my classes instead I angrily read the message Luis sent me.

luis; your staying with Desiree for 2 weeks.

Its not a suprise why I flipped on that girl.

 I stomped as best as I could in these stupid heels, and kicked rocks left and right not really caring that I scuffed them or dirtied them. My sight boiled as I see Cynthia get into the silver Porsche that Desiree bought her, whilst I had to walk. I head into the candy store and head down the aisle I needed some sugar to calm my ass down. I spotted a bag of sour patch kids and grabbed a Hershey bar heading to the counter to pay. The guy that was behind the cashier looked a bit older then me and kept staring. I rolled my eyes, "um hello ? D'ude you gonna ring my shit up or que!"

I almost wanted him not to say anything, because if he didn't I know I would walk out damn straight.

"My bad. " Hastily, he rang my candy up and I slap down a 5$ bill grabbing my stuff I don't bother giving him a second glance as I walk out.

 I felt calmed as I walked on the good side of town you really didn't have to worry about being mugged or jumped. Which meant Luis was doing my father's dirty work seeing, that I was sent to live with these bitches. I frown as I reach the big house that overloomed the street, compared to Raphael's it was still nothing. I slip in the key for the gate to open and curse under my breath when I see once again they changed the locks. I throw my bag over the gate and climb over it flicking off the surveillance camera as I did. Seeing both Desiree and Cynthia's cars in the long driveway I head toward the side of the house where my room was I climb up to my window using the railing as a handle. I push open my window roughly not feeling like dealing with them, to my surprise Desiree was standing waiting impatiently.

"What do you want Desiree." I say coldly glaring at her.

She stood sneering back at me, nose raised as if I were nothing, trying to intimidate me. As if. "I need you to wash my car and clean- the list went on and on. I ignored her, clenching my fists I never knew why she just didn't hire maids. But no she was to greedy for all that and seeing as we didn't like each other she saw the perfect chance to drop all of her shit on me.

I laughed without humor, "I'm not doing any of that. Tell that lazy bitch down the hallway to do it."

""Your not?" She challenged. I got all up in her face and I knew that if it came down to fist to fist or whatever she did hair