Books By Jo Cattell

Books By Jo Cattell

Sunday, January 6, 2013

Sunday Post "After Angels Fall"

Chloe walked into her room and noticed that her computer was gone. She turned and looked at them. “I don't understand.” She was confused as to what they were planning.
“I want your cell phone,” her father said to her.
She took it out slowly and handed it to him.
Shelly smiled at her. “We feel that Nicholas is a bad influence on you. After what happened here the other day, we feel it is best you don't see him anymore.”
Chloe felt like the wind had been knocked out of her. “Why?”
“You're a whore now like your mother! She would be so proud of you, following in her footsteps. I put a stop to her oversexed ways like I am to you now. You're a filthy whore!” her father yelled at her.
She couldn't breathe. “You can't do this. Please don't do this.”
Shelly laughed at her. “Oh, it is already done. See, his parents were none too happy to hear how you tempted their son and made him break his promise. They finally see you for the waste you really are. You're now the whore who ruined their good name, much like you've done here.”
“I am not a whore. Please, I will do anything you want. Don't take him away from me. He is the only reason I'm still alive,” she cried as she fell to the floor.
“No, Chloe, you're a whore! You have ruined my good name by sleeping around like some tramp. And in my house! You are to have no contact with him or I will press charges against him for the assault against Shelly. Until you graduate, this is your new home. Get used to it!” he yelled and slammed her door.
It was then she heard the lock. They had put in a dead bolt on the outside of the door. She was trapped. She banged on the door, crying until she couldn't feel her hands anymore. Sliding to the floor, she sobbed. This couldn't be happening. They couldn't be doing this to her. She had done everything they asked. “Why?” was the only thing that ran through her mind. She had no way to let him know what happened. All she could do was lie on the floor and cry.

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