”“Tell me your name and age and something about you in English please.”“I am Andula and I am 14 and a half. My mother died a month ago.”“V...ry nice English. Tell me Andula, do you like living with Vitaly? Tell me the truth.”“No. I do not,” I said. My heart was hammering like a drum as Vitaly gazed at me with a questioning look. Jack cast an amused glance at Vitaly. Vitaly didn’t speak English well.“Why don’t you like him?” I looked away. Tears of hatred and anger filling my eyes. I just shook my. It wasn’t until mom yelled at us that dinner was ready that I saw my sister again, she’d been holed up in her room for three hours. While I was spooning veggies to my plate, Piper came up next to me and mumbled “Please don’t tell mom or dad.” I looked into her pleading eyes, “It’s okay Piper, they don’t need to know.” Her eyes softened slightly, became less flinty as she took a breath of relief and grabbed a plate. Dinner at our house is not a formal affair, Dad took his to the front room to. As the car approached I would get hopeful and when the lights of thecar would illuminate me he would slow. Then checking me out the driverwould speed up even swerving and playing chicken and making me jump intothe shoulder of the road. Some of those bastards would lay on the horn andgive me the finger.Now adding to my mounting troubles the weather was getting nastier. Now Imissed my good leather jacket as a cold drizzle started. In seconds theflimsy coat I was wearing was soaked. Almost to. Shit, fuck, bollocks, wank, cock! I had to move and break the spell. I needed to calm down, but before I did anything, Jason himself pulled away. Now I felt cold and lifeless. The excitement, the intense unrequited lust that boiled within simply drained away, as though a plug had been pulled. There was a lump in my throat.“I’ll get more beer.” He muttered.“Huh? Where’s your bottle?”“I put it down and some nob head nicked it.” He patted me on the back. “I’ll get another.” Was it me or did he let.