Sinful Secrets (Secrets and Seduction #1)

Prologue

The sirens blare outside as my sibling's screams echo

throughout the house. Technically they aren’t my real siblings, I probably won’t see them again. I look down at my hands and flip them, not realizing that they’re no longer the peach color of my skin. They’re more like the color of red lipstick I used to steal from my other foster mother. It doesn’t register that it’s my foster dad’s blood. I’m still in shock at the events that went on tonight.

“Sarah?” One of my foster siblings calls out. I look up to a crying face, but I don’t register who it is. My body chills as the front door to the house opens and the officers file in. I watch as their faces contort in worry at the sight of me in a puddle of blood. Then a blanket is wrapped around me and I finally realize that I’m naked.

“Get her out of here,” an officer demands in the doorway. My legs are jello and I can’t walk properly. As I pass all these faces, the only thing going through my head is my foster father's face when that knife went into his back. The way he stilled inside me and I had enough strength to push him off.

“You're going to be all right Sarah,” the lady officer

says to me as we walk to the doorway of what I used to call my room. Even though I know I shouldn’t, I turn back. My bed is soaked in blood and Steven’s eyes are still open in shock. If only I could have been the one to plunge that knife into him. He deserved it, all of it. He died well before the other wounds were inflicted on him.

“Jesus Christ, his dick is gone,” a male officer says

after getting to the bed. As I leave the room I have to hide my smirk. I glance around at the passing faces to try and find my savor, the one who saved me from this monster. As I passed my foster parent’s room I saw the same fate had happened to my foster mother. I should feel bad, but she deserved her punishment too.

Miranda knew what was going on and let Steven take his fill. She is just as bad as he is. Everyone who thinks they can prey on children solely because they’re defenseless deserves to die.

“Who does this?” another officer asks from the bedroom. My foster siblings are distraught and trying to explain to the officers what happened. None of their stories will be accurate. They were all asleep in the other bedroom. The one bedroom I had was used for their favorite . All of the other kids slept in bunks in the other bedroom. They were cramped together like lambs in a cage.

The problem with thinking you're messing with lambs is when you overlook the wolf hiding in the herd. I don’t see my foster brother anywhere, but I didn’t think he would stay after what he did for me. I knew he wasn’t right when I met him. There was something in his eyes like he knew about Steven and what awaited me every night. I had no idea what I was getting thrown into until I was here a week.

Then it was like a routine, I was expected to obey or suffer the consequences. I’m only a child, and this house wasn’t as bad as the other foster families I had been with. I was used to it by now, maybe that’s what I saw in his eyes. He knew what I had endured and wanted to ensure that I didn’t have to continue taking that abuse in this house as well.

Everyone looks me over when the police officer gets me to the ambulance. None of this blood is mine and I don’t have a scratch on me. After they clean me off the questions come. I tell the truth and wait to see what will happen to me. I leave out the part about my foster brother killing our foster parents. I told them the room was dark and I didn’t see who did it. They don’t bat an eye when I tell them all about the abuse at the hands of Miranda and Steven. It's as if they knew and did nothing.

“Alright Sarah. I’m going to take you to see where

you’ll be staying for now,” the lady officer says with a sweet voice. As we walk to the waiting area of the police station, I see them. Then he turns around and eyes me up and down like I’m a piece of meat. After taking a deep breath I step forward.

“It's so nice to meet you, Sarah. You will be temporarily staying with us now,” the mom says. She looks pretty, but then the husband steps forward and eagerly grabs my bag.

“Let’s get you back to the house to show you your room,” he says. My room. Usually, kids get excited at the thought of having their own room. For me, it means privacy, and no one to intervene when the monsters come out to play with me. They slowly guide me to the door and out into my new hell.