MUTE AND ABUSED MATE novel Chapter 8

Fleurie's point of view:

I approached him, my gaze fixed on the hardwood floor.

"See what I mean? My friends are a little bored, so you bitch will now follow them to the living room and let them have you; after all, they are our guests "I understood what he meant; he just wants me to be there and lay for them.

I didn't even move; I was stuck in place, and I know it was only going to get worse. I didn't mind if he whacked me over the head or whatever.

Graysen flashed into my vision, but I'm not sure why it aches to think about letting everything go and giving the kid who was wanting to get to know and befriend me a chance.

I don't even know why he came to my mind at this moment.

The first thing that is taking place right now is that I am pinned to the wall by my throat, which is knocking the air out of my lungs, and I am being tossed across the room, with kicks and fists greeting my body.

...........

"Hey Flow," A soft familiar voice called.

I groaned as I got up from the grassy grounds.

" Who is there?" I asked as if haven't been mute for half of my life.

" Flow," The voice giggled and called again.

" Who is there?" I asked eagerly wanting to know who it was and from where is it calling.

" I'm here baby," The voice said from behind me and lightly chuckled.

I abruptly looked behind me.

There she was standing behind me. Her dark brown eyes and hazel eyes.

My mother stood there, looking at me with a smile mounting her face.

" Mommy?" With a choked sob, I called.

" Yeah baby, it's me," She smiled warmly.