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  HE OWNS ME

  Copyright 2016 J.L. Ostle

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  This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to peoples either living or deceased is purely coincidental. Names, places, and characters are figments of the authors imagination, or, if real, used fictitiously. The author recognizes the trademarks and copyrights of all registered products and works mentioned within this work.

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  Edited by Aleesha Davis

  Proofread by Jen Wildner

  Formatted by Leigh Stone

  Cover designed by Alana Sapphire at AS Designs

  Dedication

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Epilogue

  Excerpt from In the Spotlight

  Sneak peak of: Score: The Ultimate Betrayal: The Four Quarters by Eden Rose

  Acknowledgements

  Other Books by J.L. Ostle

  About the Author

  I always dedicate my books to my little boy, I love you Jake with all my heart.

  I want to thank my Promo Girls, Elmarie, Amanda, Paula, Autumn, Jamie and Naomi, you make me laugh and put up with me. Love you all x x

  Raven

  Then

  College – Freshman Year

  “So x is 9?” Bryan asks, writing down his answer before looking at me and I give him a huge smile.

  “Yes, you got it. Told you, you would get it.” I beam with pride. Bryan asked me to tutor him and I was going to say no since I like to keep to myself, plus he is one of the most popular boys in school, but with his puppy dog eyes and his begging, how could I say no? We have been in the library for the past hour and a half and the look of accomplishment on his face makes me glad I said yes.

  “You are amazing! Why can’t Mr. Burroughs teach me like you do? I finally get it.” His light green eyes bore into mine. I feel my cheeks heat up and I look down at the textbook. I'm not used to getting compliments; well, actually, I'm not used to guys talking to me at all. I’m like a leper at this school. I have a few friends but the kids here know to stay away from me.

  “You’re welcome, I’m glad I could help.” I give him a small smile and start packing my books away but he puts his hand on my arm, stopping my movements.

  “I had fun. I knew you were smart but it’s easy talking to you, too.” He sweeps some loose hair from my face, stroking my cheek with his fingers. I feel my heart start to race, his touch is so soft. I’m almost nineteen years old and have always wondered what it would be like for a guy to notice me, actually notice me.

  Bryan is cute with his shaggy dark blond hair and cute smile. He is here on scholarship with the football team. His body looks hard and toned from what I can tell from his tight grey T-shirt. I know he can have any girl at this school and he probably has. He is definitely way out of my league.

  “Bryan…” I whisper, not knowing what to say. I have never been in this position before. Doesn’t he know if he gets close to me, it’s social suicide? He knows; everyone knows.

  “I like you, Raven.” He leans forward and presses his lips against mine. I feel his tongue lick my bottom lip and I open my mouth to follow his lead. I’m kissing Bryan Walters. Bryan Walters is my first real kiss, and it’s so nice. More than nice. I close my eyes and fall into the feeling but I stop, my blood running cold, when I hear laughing behind me. I turn around and see them, the three girls that love to torment me.

  “It’s about time, I thought I was going to fall asleep waiting for you to finally make a move,” Lindsey, the leader of the three, says as she saunters up to Bryan and sits on his lap. She kisses him passionately. He set me up. Everything he said was a lie. I feel the tears prickle behind my eyes. This was just another one of their sick jokes. I gave away my first kiss to a joke.

  “You did good Bry, a very convincing performance.” All of them clap their hands, their eyes glaring at me. I try and stand up to get away but I feel a hand grip my arm, slamming me back down into my chair.

  “Where do you think you’re going? The fun just started,” Tristen growls at me. I look at Sharron and she gives me a wink and smirks. These three girls have made my life hell since I was eleven, and as we got older, their tricks and jokes got worse, more sick.

  I look back at Lindsey and she’s wearing that smile that gives me chills. I know something bad is going to happen and I can’t do anything to stop it; I’m trapped here to endure whatever torment they are going to bring on me.

  I know what you’re thinking, if they have tortured me for so many years, why haven’t I said anything? Well, trust me, I have. When it first started, I told my parents and the principal even got involved, then their parents, but it got worse. I kept telling and telling but eventually, I learned if I didn’t say a word, I wouldn’t be punished as badly. Even though the jokes they pulled on me were still bad in my books.

  I don’t even know why they hate me so much. They are beautiful and flawless, they all have long, silky blonde hair, blue and green eyes, they look like models and I am the complete opposite. I have long dark brown hair that I always tie up, grey eyes, and my body is a little too skinny and not as curvy as the other girls due to my love for dancing.

  “So my little pet, I’m going to teach you some things from the goodness of my heart,” Lindsey purrs, looking down at Bryan but I know she is talking to me. Pet is a nickname she made for me and I hate it. I hate it with every fiber of my being. “It looked like you enjoyed that kiss, can’t blame you, he is a good kisser.” She leans forward and pecks Bryan’s lips.

  “Thanks, Linz.” He smirks at her. I look at him and can’t believe how different he looks to me now. Before, he looked so sweet, but now he looks like every other jerk in this school. As if he can feel me staring at him, he turns and I don’t know if he can see the sadness in my eyes but his eyes soften for a moment. Like Lindsey can feel it, she grabs his chin and pulls his face to hers.

  “Don’t even think about it, we had a deal, remember?” she scolds him. His shoulders slump but he nods. Deal? What deal? If he is having second thoughts, I know I am definitely not looking forward to what is about to happen. “As I was saying, I am going to teach you a little lesson. I want you to watch every second, if you don’t, you know what will happen.” I don’t say a word. I don’t need to; she knows I will do what I’m told, just so I can get this over with.

  I watch her climb off Bryan’s lap and kneel on the floor in front of him, spreading his legs open. My eyes go huge as I watch her unzip his jeans and pull down his boxers a little until his penis comes out. I try
to turn my head but fingers dig into my skull.

  “Watch or else,” Tristen spits in my ear. This time, I let the tears fall. I don’t want to watch this. This is probably the sickest thing they have made me experience. I watch as Lindsey opens her mouth and starts sucking on Bryan’s manhood. Licking him up and down, sucking on just the tip, teasing him. Her eyes stay on mine, making sure I watch every second. I can hear the wet noise and his moans and feel my stomach start to turn over. I keep watching as she licks and sucks; every time I try to turn my head, Tristen either digs her nails into my skull or grabs my face so hard I’m afraid she will leave marks on me.

  I hear Bryan groan and see some of his seed slide down Lindsey’s chin but she uses her finger to lick it up. I thank the lord that it’s over. I try to stand up again to leave but Tristen and Sharron pull me back down.

  “We aren’t finished yet, pet. Still got one more lesson to show you,” Sharron says sweetly. I take in deep breaths and tell myself this will be over soon. I say it over and over to keep myself in a good place, to try and make sure they don’t break me.

  Every time they do something to hurt me, I try so hard for them not to break my spirit, my soul. I know most people would have been broken by now, but I’m a fighter. I know one day I will be far away from these people, that is what gets me through these nasty moments.

  This time I watch Lindsey stand and sit in a chair as Bryan stands, tucking himself back in. He looks at me and I try and beg him to help me, to plead for him to try and let me go with my eyes but he sighs and gets on his knees. I watch him pull up Lindsey’s short skirt and soon his head is in-between her legs. Her head falls back, her fingers gripping onto his hair, grinding against his face.

  Holy crap, he is going down on her.

  Are they that fucked up?

  Who does this?

  How can Tristen and Sharron just watch their best friend do this? How can Lindsey be okay letting us watch something so intimate? I knew they were fucked up, now I know they are just sick in the head. And what’s worse, these sick as fuck girls are obsessed with hurting me. I feel my stomach start to get uncomfortable. I try to turn my head but like before, I yelp in pain when I feel nails dig into my neck. As I hear Lindsey’s moan, I can’t stop the bile that climbs up my throat and I throw up contents of my stomach on the floor.

  “Fuck.”

  “Ewww.” The girls shout and stand. I’m glad that Bryan stopped and I watch the three girls, the evil bitches, glare at me. I cower when they start to walk towards me, knowing they are going to hurt me, but sigh in relief when the librarian, Ms. Cowen, comes our way and asks if everything is okay. I feel my body relax.

  Well as relaxed as it can be after experiencing what I just went through.

  “I’ve just been sick, is it okay if I go home?” I ask her. Ms. Cowen’s eyes train on the three bitches, to Bryan, to the puddle of sick, then back onto me where they soften. She knows I’m always in here studying, she knows I’m a good girl. This place was meant to be my sanctuary and they ruined it.

  I hate them even more if that’s even possible.

  “Of course, dear, come with me.” She extends her arm out for me to walk towards her.

  “It’s okay, we can take her home,” Lindsey calls out and my body freezes. Please no. Like the librarian can sense something is wrong, she tells them no.

  “You get back to class; I will see to Miss Hutchinson.” I finally breathe again. She walks me to my car and tells me that she hope’s I feel better. I thank her and drive back home.

  Luckily I live fifteen minutes away from campus by car. I turn on the radio to try and distract my brain but images of what she did will disturb me, probably to the day I die. I pull up to my house and see the one person who will cheer me up sitting on the steps reading the paper.

  I get out of the car and walk quickly towards him. When his eyes land on mine, he gives me the biggest smile as always. I don’t know what I would do without him. He is my rock, especially since my parents work all the time; they are both doctors which means I’m lucky if I get to see them for an hour a day.

  “What happened?” he asks me, the smile on his face gone, as if he can see into my soul. I fall to pieces and sob into his chest; I tell him everything that happened, I always tell him everything as he is the only person I can trust. “I am always here for you; you know that right?” I look into his eyes and see sympathy and something else I’m not sure of.

  “I know; just wish they would leave me alone.” I wipe away some tears with the back of my sleeve.

  “Let me speak to your parents, they can’t keep doing this to you,” he pleads with me.

  “You know it gets worse when I tell.”

  “What’s worse than this?” I look away, not answering. I don’t know what could be worse, but I eventually find out.

  Raven

  Now

  I stretch out my body and turn to see the guy I had a “date” with lying next to me. We went to a pizza place and came back here for a few drinks. I know what he was expecting but, unlucky for him, he didn’t get it. I made sure of that. I have a well-known reputation around here and it is all based on hearsay. I don’t know why he thought that taking me to a crappy “restaurant” would turn me into putty in his hands.

  I grab my phone from under the bed to see it’s just after seven in the morning. Great. Now to take my walk of shame. When I say great, I actually do mean great. I like people thinking that something went on even though it hadn’t.

  It's fucked up I know, but I need to keep up appearances. I flatten down my hair and quietly get up from the bed without waking Steven. Normal girls would check out their appearance, but nope, the messier I look, the better. I tip toe into my heels, grab my bag, and head to the door. Once I’m out, I make sure and look like I’m trying to leave quietly in case anyone sees me but I do want to be seen. On cue, a guy walks out what I assume is the bathroom. He stops when he sees me and his eyes check out my short black dress to my messy bed hair and he smirks. I give him a wink and walk past him.

  Job done.

  I walk out of the fraternity house and call a cab. Sitting on the steps as I wait, I notice a few early risers stare as they walk past me. I know I’m being judged but I don’t care. I know what happened, I’m happy with that. I know by the time I head back to campus it will go around that, yet again, I was out hooking up with someone.

  I check my Facebook as I wait and when the cab pulls up, I get in and give the address to my apartment. We pull out and I notice the driver looking at me in the mirror but I’m used to it; I know what he’s thinking. He thinks I fucked someone and maybe I’m willing to fuck him, but that is unlikely.

  If girls do fuck their cab drivers than to each their own.

  Yes, I like people to think I fuck around, but no, I do keep my legs closed thank you very much. I’m not a whore, I don’t spread my legs open to a guy just because he bought me dinner and gave me a handful of compliments. I’m no saint, I make out and maybe do a bit of touching but that’s as far as it goes with me.

  Third base is as far as I’m really willing to go, but only if I think the guy is half decent and not a straight A dick.

  I know men, they don’t like to think they got knocked down, so if their friends think they fucked someone, of course they aren’t going to deny it. Since I date a lot, guys think I’m an easy lay. They hear the rumors, so when I don’t bring the goods, they start to question why I didn’t fuck them if I have fucked others, so they keep up the ruse that we did the deed. I keep my reputation and don’t need to actually fuck anyone.

  And yes, I have said fuck quite a lot.

  This place has rubbed off on me; I do have a bit of a potty mouth.

  They say time changes a person and it’s the truth. It has been three years since I moved here and I try not to look back. I promised myself I would never be that girl again who lets people walk all over her. I gave myself a reputation to make sure people know I’m not a girl to mess with and to
keep sick fucks away from me. I’m stronger now. Plus, it helps that my best friend is one scary fucker if you mess with him or what’s his.

  The cab pulls up to my building and I hand over the cash, not giving him a second glance. I wave to the doorman Peter, who gives me a nod and a smile. I like Peter, he reminds me of a grandad at almost seventy. I never had one, but if I did, I’m sure it would be someone like him. He knows, I don’t know how, but he knows I’m really a good girl at heart and he tells me often, even though I tried to convince him I’m bad to the core; he laughs it off and says my eyes give it away.

  Stupid eyes.

  I walk down the immaculate black tile flooring to the elevator and press twelve. As the doors close, I look at myself in the mirror, seeing my once dark brown hair now almost black. My eye makeup smudged making me look like I have two black eyes.

  God, I look like shit.

  When I get to my floor, I head down the corridor and my best friend Caron Anderson opens her door and leans against the door frame, looking me up and down, shaking her head disapprovingly at me. I roll my eyes at her.

  “Young lady, what time do you call this?” She taps her imaginary watch. “Hang balls,” she interrupts herself. Hang balls is her saying that she tries to get in every chance she gets; it’s her way in saying wait or hold on. I love it. I’m sure it’s going to catch on and everyone will be messaging one another saying hang balls.

  What the fuck? I have to blink a few times to adjust to the flash.

  “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I try and grab her phone that she just used to take a picture of me, but she drops it into her pants. “Don’t think I won’t go down there, because I will.”

  “I know you would, maybe I want you to.” She winks at me. “So, things go well with Mr. Hockey player?” she mocks. She is the only person who knows I don’t actually sleep with my dates, so she likes to tease me every chance she gets. It’s the base of our friendship; she teases me and I say whatever is on my mind.