Chapter 1
Brandon P.O.V
He's at it again, and there is nothing I can do about it.
They're hurting my sisters while I have to listen through the paper-thin curtain that subs as a wall.
Bella's screams are horrid and Becca's are blood curling. Two grown men have raped my 16-year-old sisters every day since we were six. For ten years my sisters go through that painful process every day. For TEN YEARS I have had to listen to them getting hurt. For ten years my sisters have had tears stain their beautiful, pale, porcelain cheeks.
It's a wonder they have never been pregnant.
Becca and Bella enter the room after their screams subsided. The men must be done with there daily torture.
As they walk in I talk a survey of them. Their chocolate locks that reach waist long are tangled. Their porcelain cheeks are stained with tears and their pants are bloody.
My inspection stopped and I looked away.
The torture utensils must have been put away because I cannot see them. The men tore the "wall" down. That was the only reason why I know this.
My sisters are chained up on the wall with me. Like prisoners. No, that's exactly what we are. Prisoners in hell. Our hands are above our heads and ankles together at the bottom. My ankles and wrists are raw from the ropes holding us up.
I contacted Bella and Becca's minds. I now y'all aren't okay so I will skip that. Where this time though? Yes my sisters and I have "abilities". We can basically do any trick of the mind in the book. I will explain later.
Wall. Becca informs me after a horrid pause.
Becca always answers. Bella is depressed and never talks.
The horrid creatures that can hardly be classified as men use different kinds of "utensils" for them to rape my sisters. Beds of concrete and metal spring beds, even with them still chained to the wall.
I swear on my life they will die by my doing.
Sorry it is so short...
-Toxic Heart