Not A Brother. Ch.1
"Morning mom!" I said as I walked into the kitchen. My mother, Evelyn, looked up from her task at hand, smiling.
"Morning baby girl!" She answered, returning to cooking breakfast. "Where are the boys?"
"Probably still sleeping." I said jumping onto the counter next to the stove.
"Of course they are. Can you go wake them up please?" Mom asked as she got out five plates. "I know they don't all have school, but I don't want them sleeping all day again."
"Sure thing ma." I said laughing. I smiled slyly, and ran up the stairs. I knew the perfect way to wake them all up, and piss them off all at the same time. After all what are sisters for?
I crept up the stairs, and down the hall to my first victim. I stopped in front of his door, and slowly opened it smiling to myself. When I knew he hadn't heard me open his door, I ran and jumped onto his bed and started jumping up and down.
"BOBBY! WAKE UP!" Then I jumped back down before he could grab my ankle. He groaned and rolled over. I laughed triumphantly.
"I'm gonna kill you next time you wake me up like that." He mumbled, rubbing his eyes.
"No you won't you love me too much." I leaned over to kiss his forehead to piss him off more. He quickly went to grab me, and I tried to dodge him. Too late, he was too fast this time.
"AAHH, BOBBY... STOP...STOP IT! PLEASE... I'M SORRY... I WON'T... DO IT AGAIN!" I gasped between laughing, as he relentlessly tickled me. He let go, and I jumped off the bed.
"Good. Promise?"
"Um, no!" Luckily this time I was too far away from him, and I quickly ran out of his room. I went to Jack's door next, but as I reached for the handle he swung it open.
"Hah, you and Bobby already woke me up." He said looking amused.
"Well your no fun," I pouted. I turned hoping Angel was still asleep, Jack followed behind me wanting to see what happens. I opened the door ready to jump on him too, but stopped just inside the door and quickly changed my mind. Instead I burst out laughing. Jack looked at me curiously. I moved away from the door and into the hallway, pointing behind me.
"OH GOD, ANGEL! BOTH OF YOU PUT SOME FUCKING CLOTHES ON AND GET YOUR ASSES DOWNSTAIRS!" He slammed the door shut as a pillow came flying at us. I turned still laughing, and headed back downstairs.
"Looks like we'll be having a guest for breakfast this morning, mom," I said. She rolled her eyes, but had a slight smile.
"Let me guess, Sofi stayed the night again last night?" She asked shaking her head. I laughed, and started to get an extra plate from the cabinet.
"Looks like it." I shut the silverware drawer and went to set them up at the table, just as Bobby and Jack came into the kitchen. Jack looked at me in the strange way he did often, it sent chills down my spine, but I was never sure why.
Even though I considered Evelyn my mother, and considered Bobby, Angel, and Jeremiah my brothers, I never thought of Jack as a brother, or felt like he was. Evelyn hadn't adopted me, because I was never in the system, but my real father didn't give a shit, so I just moved in. I had become best friends with Jack when we were about 11, and I hung out at his house alot already. The other three had grown to think of me as their little sister, and treated me as such. I didn't admit it to them, but alot of the reason I spent so much time with them, was that it was the only place I ever felt safe, and it got me out of the house alot more.
My mother had left me and my dad for another man, and my dad took it pretty hard. He started with getting drunk and coming home late, yelling at me. He blamed me for her leaving, even though I was only 7 when she left.
Then he started bringing random women home with him at times. I would lay in bed at night, singing as loud as I could, trying to block out the (in my mind) sickening sounds coming from his room.
Along the way some of those women got him to do drugs with them. He did it all. Cocaine, weed, extacy, you name it he did it. Sometimes late at night when I couldn't hear them anymore, I would walk downstairs to see about 5 people I didn't know passed out everywhere, and occasionally he would be passed out in a chair with a needle stuck in his arm. There would be trash all over the room, beer cans, empty food containers. On the table there was always something with a razor and lines of white dust (I didn't know what it was at the time) on it. A few times when things got really bad, and I felt my worst, I would be tempted to pick up the razor and make it all go away for a while. The only thing that stopped me, was the worry of what that powder was. I know, it doesn't make sense that I would think of doing that and at the same time worry about what was on the razor.
Then the real shit started. He started being angry all the time. He started blaming me more, and taking it out on me more. There were times all I was doing was watching T.V. when he would come home, and for some reason it made him mad. He would beat me. Hit me wherever he could, yelling at me like I was her. Then when he decided he was done he would drag me into my room by my hair, and throw me into my room, locking it behind him. That's when I began crying myself to sleep. I tried to be a normal kid, just small little things. Mostly by trying to make my room look normal, so that I could try to escape into my own little reality. I put up posters of my favorite bands, movies, and actors. It helped some, but not as much as my music did. With that I could sing as loud as I needed to let out my emotions instead of screaming. My music of choice is mostly rock, country, and some rap. I know they arn't exactly the same, but they all have things I like to sing too, and some that help cheer me up. Writing also helped some. I would either write stories of a life I wish I could have, or a story where the character did all of the things I want to do to release the pain.
But not everything can be ignored forever. On one particular night, he came home drunk and high, and must have been extrememly mad that he couldn't get anyone to come home with him and just wanted a quick fuck. Unfortunately for me, I was the only one home. He came storming up the stairs, and forced my door open, which I had locked knowing he was mad. I pushed myself as far back as I could into the corner as I sat on my bed, shaking uncontrollably. I begged him to leave me alone, but that just made him even more mad. He grabbed my wrist, yanking me off the bed. I soon realised what he was planning to do, and began to fight back, screaming. He slapped me hard, and I stopped, reducing myself to crying. That was the first and last time he ever did that to me. When he was done and had gone to bed, I took a shower scrubbing myself nearly raw. I found clean razors in the cabinet, and finally did what I had been wanting to do for so long. All it did was numb everything else. I just wiped off the blood, hid the razor in my room, and fell asleep without chaging out of my towel. That was also the first night in 4 years, that I didn't cry myself to sleep.
The next day, I met Jack. We were partnered up for a project. I was distant at first, but there seemed to be some kind of connection between us, and we soon became best friends. I now realise the connection must have been due to a similar past. We hung out at his house a lot after that day. I felt safe, and loved. At first just by Evelyn, but before I knew it Jack's brothers started treating me like family too. I loved it, and I began to feel better about myself, and happier. Until I would go back home. Most nights he was already upstairs with some whore, or passed out. I thanked God, that he was occupied elsewhere eachtime. But one night when I was 16 he woke up after I came home. He hadn't yet realised I was there, but I was afraid of what would happen when he did. I quietly grabbed the phone, went back into my room locking it, and called Jack. I asked if I could stay overnight, and if they could come get me. He said of course, that they would be right over. I didn't tell him what was wrong, and he didn't ask, but he sounded like he must have heard it in my voice.
My dad must have heard me on the phone, because just before I got off the phone he burst through my door. I gasped and dropped the phone. I ran to one of the corners in my room. He picked up the phone, hearing Jack yelling my name, and looked angrily at me. He threw the phone at the wall, and it broke into a dozen pieces.
"Who the hell was that? Your little boyfriend?" He yelled, storming over to me. He lifted me up by my hair, and threw me into the middle of the my room.
"No, he's not my boyfriend!" I yelled back, shaking my head. Actually my whole body was shaking.
"YOUR A LIAR! YOUR A FUCKING WHORE, JUST LIKE YOUR MOTHER!" He shoved me back to the floor, and straddled my hips. "And I'm going to make sure that everybody knows it."
He lifted my shirt, and reached into his pocket for something. I saw that something flash in the moonlight shining in from my window, and started to scream. He grabbed my hair and slammed my head into the floor nearly knocking me out. A blinding pain shot through my head. I stopped screaming, but kept trying to push his hands away. He growled angrily, and pinned them down with his knees. I was too dizzy, and in too much pain to fight back very hard.
Suddenly a searing pain hit my stomach, and my eyes shot open. My eyes widened when I realised he was cutting into it. I was still weak and could only manage a weak moan and cry at the moment. I tried to keep from passing out as he continued to viciously carve letters into my stomach. When he was finished he sat up straight to look at the work he had just done. He smiled sickeningly.
"Now everyone will know that your a whore, just like her."
I tried to sit up to see exactly what he had done, but it hurt too bad, and I fell back causing myself to almost black out again when my head hit the floor. I hoped he was done, but I was wrong. He realised I was too weak to fight back, and decided to take advantage of it. He started to unbutton my jeans. I cried out, louder this time. I thought I heard someone call my name, but ignored it, deciding to focus on making him stop.
"Please... no more! It hurts! Please stop, don't do this to me!" I moaned loudly. He just laughed and began to pull my jeans down.
Just as he had gotten them over my hips, someone kicked the door down.
"GET THE HELL OFF OF HER!" He was yanked off of me, and thrown against the wall. "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU WERE DOING YOU SICK FUCK!"
I reached down to pull my pants up, as I tried to sit up. I groaned. A pair of hands pushed me back down gently.
"Don't move, your bleeding badly, you need to relax as much as you can." I looked up to see a pair of beautiful blue eyes.
"Jack?"
"Yeah, it's me, just relax. Bobby and Angel are here too. Everything is okay now." He said, softly.
"YOU'RE LUCKY WE DON'T JUST KILL YOU NOW!"
"No, Bobby don't!" I yelled. He and Angel continued to kick and punch my so called father. As they did this, Jack tenderly lifted my shirt to see where I was bleeding.
"Oh shit!" Bobby and Angel heard this, having stopped after they knocked him unconcious. They looked over and saw Jack's eyes were wide.
"What's wrong?" Angel asked.
"Look at her fucking stomach!" Jack practically yelled. One of them ran over and turned on the light, so that they could see better.
"That sick son of a bitch!" Bobby said. "Jackie, put her in the care. We're taking her home."
Jack carefully picked me up, then noticed more blood on the floor. He got Angel's attention, so that he could try to figure out where it was coming from. He noticed the gash on the back of my head, from where it had been slammed against the ground.
"Damn, Bobby her head is bleeding too." Bobby looked at it, and told his brothers to hurry up.
During the short car ride, I blacked out. Noticing this Jack quickly shook me awake.
"Don't let her fall asleep Jack!" Bobby said as he raced back to his house.
"Oh my god, what happened?" Evelyn asked, as they rushed me into the house.
"He cut her up!" Jack said. He ran up the stairs to the bathroom.
Evelyn ran in behind him, and turned on the water in the tub. She yelled for Angel to get as many towels as he could. Jack showed her my head, and she told Bobby to get her sewing kit.
"What's going on in here?" Jeremiah asked coming down the hall. "Oh shit! What the hell happened to her?"
"Here, Jack, put her under the water," He softly placed me in the tub. I moaned as the water hit me. "Where is she cut?"
"He carved up her stomach!" Evelyn lifted up my shirt and she and Jeremiah gasped.
"Jack, get me the antiseptic over there!" She told him as she pulled my shirt off. Angel and Bobby had come back with the stuff she had asked for. She grabbed one of the towels from Angel, and ran it under the water. She gently wiped at all the dry blood so that she could see the wound better. The room fell into angry silence when the word "WHORE" was revealed to them.
"Who did this to you?" Evelyn asked me quietly.
"My... dad." I managed to get out in a strangled voice. She shook her head in disbelief.
"Here Jack, wash the blood off of the back of her head, then put some of that antiseptic on it." She handed him a wet cloth. While he did that, she took the bottle of antiseptic and slowly poured it over my stomach. I screamed, and tried to stand up to get away from it. All of the guys held me down, getting everybody wet, so that she could finish cleaning me up.
Jack held my head and kept brushing his fingers through my hair. "Sshh, I know, it's okay." He kept whispering, trying to calm me down. The cuts were so deep, and it was so painful, that I couldn't hold onto my conciousness any longer, and everything went black. The next morning (well around noon) I woke up with a bandage wrapped around my head and an even bigger one wrapped around my middle.
I have lived with them ever since. I asked Evelyn not to report it. I didn't want to go through any trials, and I didn't want to see him again. She agreed rather reluctantly, and blackmailed my father into letting me live with her. He didn't care anymore anyway, so it wasn't too hard.
I must have had a smile on my face, because Jack looked at me funny.
"What?" He asked thinking I was losing it.
"Nothing, just happy to be here." I smiled. He reached over and hugged me.
"Me too." He whispered sending those strange chills down my spine again. We all looked at the doorway to the kitchen when he heard footsteps to see Angel and Sofi, looking tired and disshevled. Everybody just started laughing.
"Man, shut up! Not you ma." Angel said as they both sat at the table, Sofi's face a little red.
God, I loved this house, and this family!