Bruce's POV:

I lean over and the beds empty. My eyes open and I scan the bed space. She's not here.

After she got back from Claudia's house she looked off. I could tell she was upset.

I tried talking to her because that's what boyfriends do. But she said she was fine.

Elijah fell asleep the guest bedroom the closest to our room. Elijah is such a mature and independent person already.

I got up from the bed stretching my aching muscles from after my workout.

I check in the closet and bathroom but no sight of Anastasia.

Subconsciously I was lend to the stairs where I heard light humming. I got closer down the stairs and there she was sitting on the kitchen counter with a bottle of liquor.

It was quite a sight if you ask me. She was wearing socks and my white suit shirt. It looked like she probably got fucked, but she insisted I gave her my shirt to sleep in.

I cleared my throat and she snapped her attention towards me.

Completely ignoring me she looks ahead at the wall with a white paint finish on it. She takes a big chug of the alcohol in her hand and made a disgusted face.

"What are you doing Anastasia?" I asked coming closer to her.

"Drinking my sorrow's away." She said in a blunt tone.

I walked in front of her resting my body between her legs.

Surprisingly this made us the about the same height. I tried grabbing the bottle from her but she pulled it back making me land on her clothed chest.

"Fuck..." If you're gonna push my into your tits then I'm gonna get horny.

I tried calming Mr. Bruce Cameron Jr, but it was too late. He was already full on hard.

Anastasia smiled innocently taking another gulp of the strong drink.

"Aright, that's enough." I went to grab the bottle again but she didn't move the bottle. Instead she wrapped her legs around my waist from sitting on the counter and leaned in face forward.

"Why do have any sorrow?" I squinted my eyes trying to understand what she's gonna say.

"I can't be a good mother let alone a good best friend." All I know is something happened with Claudia and it's bad considering it left Anastasia feeling like this.

"Shut up, and give me the bottle." I don't want to hear her talking bad about herself.

"No!" She pushed herself back so she was further away from me.

"Did you just say no to me?" I questioned.

"I don't know, Mr. Fancy Pants!" She started laughing and got off the table of the other end so we were on opposite ends.

"Anastasia, give me the bottle."

"What are you gonna do if I don't." She was clearly drunk and ready to act crazy.

"Well, I'll probably end up getting the bottle from you. And when I do, I take you and spank you so hard over and over. Until you say you'll stop misbehaving." She smirked devilishly, fuck that turned me on.

"Then do it." She said without hesitation in her voice.

"I will. Tomorrow." I'm not gonna do shit to her while she's drunk.

"Why not!" She started whining like a child to get punished.

"Give. Me. The. Bottle." Will each word I took a step forward.

"Nope!" She popped the p and started running away from me.

"Anastasia, you're gonna fall."

"Catch me!" She said from the other end of the penthouse. I wasn't in the mood to play games.

But the way she was acting was slowly turning me on, making me do just about anything for her.

I caught up to her within a second and she widened her eyes.

"How'd you do that?" She pouted and I slowly backed her into a wall.

"You gonna listen now?" I trap her body between mine and the wall leaving her to only to say she will.

"Fine." She handed me the bottle and I backed away.

"Can you give me a piggyback ride!" I heard the excitement through her voice not even needing to look back at her.

She didn't wait for me to respond, and jumped on my back making both of us fall to the ground.

I moved the bottle so it wouldn't break, keeping us unharmed.

"Fuck Anastasia..." I turned around and she was straddling my waist having both her hands on my naked chest.

I was only in my grey sweats so the cold floor made me hiss as I landed on it.

She bite her lip and leaned forward so her face was right in front of mine.

The alcohol in her breath reminded me that she's drunk and I can't do shit to her. But I like when she's drunk, she's really flirty and it's so hot.

"Anastasia... Off." I was having a hard time telling her to get off.

She shook her head in a seductive way making my eyes darken with lust. I want to fuck her so hard she won't be able to walk for the next week.

"Anastasia, get off." She lips touched mine slowly and softly. She didn't make any movement, she just left them there.

Taking the strength I wish I didn't have, I moved her back and sat up. I got up and picked her up. She wrapped her legs around my waist holding herself up.

She doesn't even know what she's doing to me. I put the bottle on the counter and walk upstairs towards our room.

She laid her head on my shoulder, her soft breathing against my neck. I never thought anyone would be able to do this to me, but she gave me goosebumps.

Tiny little dots all over my body making me feeling vulnerable, making me feel happy.

I laid her softly on the side furthest from the door and get in beside her. I lay my head on her chest and wrap my arms around her waist pulling her closer to my body.

The heat radiated off her body making me feel the warmth of her touch.

She subconsciously puts her hands in my hair tangling the hair between her soft and small hands.

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Elijah's POV:

The rooms dark except on certain spot.

The couch.

It's got a investigating light right in the middle. I walk towards it without having a choice.

"You think, staying away from your dads house will get you anywhere. I have more ways then one to hurt you little boy." Her voice bangs through my ears making me frantically look around to find the owner of the voice.

"I'm in your head, you can't get rid of me." She laughs in her creepy dark sadistic way, making chills crawl up my body.

Before I knew it the couch was gone and it was replaced with a chair. A wooden chair with the light hitting right above it. I kept looking around observing the area.

I felt my arms being held down and when I looked why they were, I was trapped. There was rope on the chair I was stuck in.

Her figure stood in front of me with the same belt she would whip me with in my dreams. Whenever it in real life, she would hit me with her hands making the bruises have an excuse.

But in my nightmares she would whip me till the marks dug deep enough into my skin, slowly having blood creep out of the edges.

It would hurt to the point I could no longer find the voice it cry, because the pain took to much energy from me.

She titled her head and stared into my eyes, reading every expression ever played by me.

Her rough hands caressed my face making each touch burn. A sting hit my cheek making my face turn to the direction she slapped me towards.

I didn't cry. I knew better. Crying wasn't gonna get anyone to save me.

Nobody even knew I was slowly dying inside. So how would they know now.

They're all busy in their own lives. I don't expect them to figure it out either, they have lives to live. I can't stop them.

Every hit that came my way, I took. I took them for my father, to keep him from the pain he put my mother through.

He likes Maya, so much. And she's just using him.

When the cold air touched my bruised cheek I hissed at the pain it inflicted on me. A little tear slipped from my swollen eyes.

The water stung against my cheek, but I didn't make a sound.

"Don't tell mommy!" She laughed and smiled and walked into the black darkness.

Little kids are supposed to be scared of the dark, monsters that hide under their beds.

But the only thing I'm scared of, is Maya. Only because I know, no one will be able to help or save me from her.

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Anastasia's POV:

My head hurt like a bitch when I regained consciousness, even though I wasn't passed out.

I try to get up, but this 4000000 pound freak was sleeping on top of me. I smile creepily to myself as I block his nose with fingers, cutting the oxygen through it.

He gasps for air and I pull my fingers away pretending to by asleep.

"Oh please, I'm not an idiot." Don't do it, don't do it, don't do it, don't do it.

"Yes you are!" I did it.

I try to get away but he quickly pulled me back by the shirt he gave me and pulled me under him.

"Don't think you'll get away after your little tantrum last night."

"I'm not a child." I roll my eyes and try to get away from him.

"But your behaviour yesterday said otherwise." Not a hint of a lie in his voice or eyes.

He turned my body over so my face was smashed into the pillow.

"You wanted this yesterday!" He said loudly.

His veiny hand came in contact with my ass making me flinch like a bitch. FUCK.

"You asshole!" I try getting up but the hand on my lower back didn't let me.

"You wanted this last night, so I'm giving it to you." Again his hand went down on my ass creating a stinging pain.

"Okay, okay stop!" I only wanted it to stop because he was turning me on slowly.

"You sure?" He slapped my butt again making me push my face deeper into the pillow.

A knock on the door, stop both of us from even breathing anymore.

"Don't think you got lucky." I only had a underwear on so he pulled the strap back and let it hit my already stinging ass.

I let out a groan and the pain only intensified. The door opened so I quickly turned around not letting whoever it was see my red ass.

"Mama!" He yelled happily, as he jumped on the bed and hugged me right. I ignored all the pain Bruce caused me and enjoyed the feeling of holding my favourite person in my arms.

"Wanna watch a movie?" Bruce had a huge ass tv in his room, so we could watch it on that.

"Yes!" He got up from my body was stood on his own two feet. He walked in the bathroom to go brush and me and Bruce went to do the same.

"Fuck you!" I said, I ass hurt so fucking bad.

"I'll fuck you instead." He smirked and raised a brow.

I showed him my middle finger and walked into the bathroom. I took my brush and applied the toothpaste on it.

I brushed my teeth with both Elijah and Bruce on either sides of me.

Bruce would step closer every time I looked at Elijah to help him do whatever he needed.

Once we were all done, I put both mine and Elijah's brush away.

"I'm ordering breakfast, not in the mood to cook."

"Yay!" Elijah said excitedly, at Bruce's offer.

"What do you want little man?" Bruce crouched so he was at Elijah's height.

"MCDONALD!" He jumped and wrapped his arms around his neck. Bruce dropped to his knees and wrapped his arms around Elijah's tiny waist.

Once they let go Bruce looks at me, with his rare smiles. The one that shows the vulnerability that is in the man who pretends to be brave and strong all the time.

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THEY'RE SO CUTE.

Guys keep the fact that both Claudia and Elijah have been getting abused, IT WILL COME TOGETHER IN THE LONG RUN.

I hope you enjoyed this chapter, I'm gonna try updated fast, but you can check out my other stories in the mean time.💋

STAY SEXY MY SLUTY HOES😏🥵🍆🍑

Sincerely, A