PLEASE READ THIS. WARNING. ALERT. TRIGGER WARNINGS. VERY GRAPHIC. This involves rape, abuse and a lot of other things. It is M for a reason, so if you aren't into the dark shit, then you should leave now. Those twisted fuckers that are into it, here you are.
Original characters too, so if you don't like that you're SOL too.
Two sisters, RaphxOC and MikeyxOC.
Leo, Raph and Ryan are 18, Donnie is 17, and Mikey and Kylie are 15.
Chapter 1.
Her chest heaved with wet, labored breaths. Blackness was clouding her vision and all she could hear was a distant ringing sound and her step-dad's deep, muffled voice. This time, she may have broken a rib, because the unbearable pain caused her to see stars every time she wheezed.
"Can't even beg anymore?," her hearing came into focus and she let out a wet whimper.
"P-please d-don't," she breathed out, blinking her vision into focus. He snarled down at her, slapping her across the face. She let out a soft sob, trying not to be too loud. Her sister was only a couple rooms away. And she was doing this to protect her sister from ever having to suffer the pain she has grown to know as normal. Though today's session was a lot more brutal than most.
"I'll just go get Kylie then..." her Step-Father, Charlie spoke out, wicked grin on his face. He knew what type of distress this would cause the eldest sister.
"No!," She pleaded, using her arms to push herself, with great difficulty, to stand. Fuck the pain. Her sister's safety meant more than a few cracked ribs. Her adrenaline was flowing now. "You touch her and I swear I'll kill you," she mouthed back and he barked out a laugh before raising his arm to swing at her. She saw this a pushed her own body to the side, before striking him in the gnads and sending him to the ground in pain. She took this opportunity to bolt from his master room and make for her sister's. She knew she didn't have much time.
Once in her sisters room, she threw the bolt lock she had installed and grabbed the 'Emergency Ryan and Kylie Escape Pack' from under her sister's bed. Kylie had began to wake up now.
"What's going on, Ryan?," her's sister sleepy voice cut through the thick July air. Distantly, she heard Charlie beginning to move, his voice growing louder.
"No time, let's go! Put these on!," Ryan yelled, tossing her sister her shoes. Kylie caught them and put them on, according to her sister's direct order. She could tell her sister was tense and noticed a smudge of blood that had come out through her nose, so it must have been serious. Their step-father began to pound on the bedroom door, screaming that Ryan open it. Kylie noticed Ryan throwing a look at the door, before they jumped out the window and onto the fire escape. They had made it almost all the way down, before Ryan heard their bedroom door break. By the time they hit the street, she could hear Charlie bitching out the window.
"Good riddens! Didn't want you brats anyways, got stuck with you because of your stupid whore mom!" Charlie screamed and Ryan covered Kylie's ears as the hustled down the labyrinth of allies by their house. When he was out of ear shot, she uncovered her sister's ears.
"Why are we leaving, Ryan?," Ryan thought about how she would answer her sister. She had shielded her sister from as much as she could after her mother had passed away from Breast Cancer, so Kylie was basically in the dark about the whole situation between her and Charlie.
"Because, Charlie's a vampire and he was gonna feed us to his baby vampire bats!," Ryan joked, earning a smile from her baby sister, although she was having a hard time smiling herself. "I couldn't let that happen to my baby sissy."
"Yikes! So where are we gonna go, sissy?," Kylie spoke as they turned down yet another alley, she knew her sister was putting of a front to try and keep her safe. It was dark and late and Ryan felt uneasy about being out at night, even though she knew she could kick some serious ass if her sister's safety depended on it. They couldn't very well go to their dad, considering they didn't know who their dad was. And they certainly couldn't go back to Charlie. Ryan dug in the emergency bag and looked at all the money she had saved from being a waitress at some diner a few blocks from their house, though she had only worked when Kylie was at school, for fear of what Charlie would do when they were alone. In total, she had about 600$ saved up. It would be enough to get a motel and she still had her job. Ryan could make this work.
Lost in thought and pure adrenaline, she hadn't noticed the pain of her broken ribs. But now, it was more than noticeable. Her breath hitched and she leaned against the nearest brick wall. God that hurt!
"What's wrong, sissy?" Kylie asked, rushing to her sister's form, now sinking to sit on the ground.
"Nothing, baby, just need to catch my breath," Ryan wheezed, trying her best to put a smile on for her sister. A noise in the darkness caught the eldest's attention and she pulled the switch blade she kept in her pocket out.
"Whose there?" She called out, pulling Kylie behind her as she struggled to stand.
"It's pretty late out here, what are you guys doin' out here all alone?" The thick Brooklyn accent came, allowing Ryan to pinpoint exactly where it was coming from.
"Its none of your business," she wheezed, flipping the blade out before threatening the darkness. "I suggest you back off, there is nothing that will stop me from keeping her safe."
The darkness chuckled, before another voice spoke up. "She looks hurt, Raph! And she's Kylie's big sis, we gotta help!" Ryan scowled and cursed under her breath. Of course there was more than one. Wait, did he just say help them? And Ryan's sister's name?!
"We don't need your help! And how do you know my sister?!" Ryan demanded and clutched her sister tightly to her back.
"Ryan, you're hurt," Kylie spoke up, putting trust into the darkness.
"I'm fine."
"Listen, we're going to come into the light now. Try not to scream, Ryan..." this was a different voice than the last two. Ryan heard Kylie tell them to come out. 4 shapes stepped into the light. Though instead of white or black, they were green. And they were wearing different colored masks. And wielding... weapons? Ancient Ninjitsu weapons? Ryan had only seen them in a book she read at the library. The strangest part was that they seemed to be... human sized, talking turtles. Ryan heard Kylie squeak out, before wiggling out from behind her sister and going over to them.
"No!," Ryan yelled out, reaching for her sister, just to fall forward as a wave of dizziness crashed into her. She might be worse off then she thought. She waited for the ground to meet her body, but instead she was scooped up into the air. She blinked her eyes open, staring up at the Red-Clad Turtle that had done so.
"Listen tough gal, ya need ta take it easy. Ya look like ya got into a fight with a tiger!," he drawled. So he was the first one who spoke. Ryan felt her face heat up and she looked to her sister, who had immediately latched to and started talking to the Orange Turtle. Ryan looked confused and her sister smiled at her.
"Sissy, 'member I told you about my friend, Mikey?" Kylie called out and Ryan nodded, recalling her sister telling her about her new friend in the neighborhood, a few weeks ago. "This is Mikey!" Ryan felt like she was going to faint.
"Kylie, how do you know him?"
"Well, he comes and sits with me sometimes when you and Charlie are fighting." Ryan was ashamed of that answer. It seems she couldn't shield her sister as much as she wanted to. At least somebody distracted her and she didn't know the gory details. Kylie began to speak as Ryan was too busy thinking.
"Donnie, do you think that you could help my sister? I think she's hurt bad."
"I am fine!" Ryan yelled. She would have wiggled out of his arms, if she wasn't in so much pain.
"Shut ya yap, princess, ya comin' wit us," he said, looking down at her. Kylie smiled brightly, knowing her sister would not be able to fight the strongest of the brothers. Though Ryan did try, but after a good 10 minutes of struggling, the pain finally got to her and she fell limp in his arms. The strongest turtle, known as Raph, looked down at the girl, noticing the split lip and the deep purple eye she sported. She really had been through hell. Quickly and quietly, the descended to their home.
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