Claimed By The Four Alphas Who Once Broke Me

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ping down my face as I scr

ke old fruit, but I didn't stop. The pile of dishes in

muttered, my voice so

Nobody ever did. Whining was pointless-it

abbed another plate, its greasy s

ast night. He just stormed into my room at dawn, ripped the threadbare blanket of

as some g

. Yeah,

in the back, drowning in dishes while everyone else laughe

Talking back only makes things uglier, and

le would make sure I regretted i

rough the dishes when a

d cups slammed onto the counter bes

woman in her fifties, her voice

tha. She always acted like

younger women who dumped more grimy, food-crusted

r hips. "What's wrong with you? You're slower than a dead snail. Th

usted to speak. My

st a broken tool she could kick around. Hones

grunted, tur

ndless dishes in my head, wondering how I'd

od, I didn't want

e place. It was j

. I could handle the work-I'd done it a

ome, if I wasn't there waiting like a go

r when she spun around, her

You've got fifteen minutes. Then you're serving t

ing. The plate I was holding sli

mered, my voice

twisted with rage. "Are you

ed hard, staring at the suds on my h

e's no way I can finish all these dishes in fifteen minutes. There's hundreds

you think you get to make suggestions? Yo

d fast. "No, m

tepping closer. Her eyes were

able.' What a joke. You're too slow, too weak, too useless. But you

trembling. "I'm sorry, ma'am. I'll try to fi

't try, you idiot. You do. Or I'll drag you t

amming the door so

pounding like it want

shook in the soapy water. Then I force

y back screamed with every move. My bo

wasn't

omeone else ratted me out to my uncl

s were always

hes by now. My hands felt like they bel

inning. All I wanted was a second to lean aga

perate to know how much time I ha

open with a bang, a

k, her face r

ou done yet, you worth

rinsing, water splashing e

I tried, I swear, b

hand shot out, grabbing a greasy ladle from the

urled something at me. It flew through