A/N: Haha, I'm evil. XD It's been changed to M, and for a good reason... haha, I'mma have a lot of fun with this.
-Max-
I woke early one day. Cathy and Chris were taking the Flock and their little sister out. I refused to go, not really wanting to be anywhere with those two…
I only came out for food. That's the only way you could get me to go out.
I thought all of them had gone, so, naturally, I was surprised when I heard faint footsteps.
Max, I heard a familiar voice say, I suggest you run.
What? Why?
Please—just do it! It's Fang—
Exactly. Why should I run from Fang?
Please, Max. I'm only looking out for you! To my surprise, there was faint hysteria in the Voice's… well, voice.
'Cause, really, not much else to a voice.
Dammit! Too late! Please, find a way to escape!
My eyes refocused, and I saw Fang.
"Finally," he whispered, before walking over, grabbing my arms tightly and kissing me roughly. His eyes never closed, staring at me. They seemed almost unreal, hazy. I tried to pull away, but he held me tighter. I kept on struggling, trying to get away from him, but he just held me with one arm as he undressed me. "Stop struggling," he whispered lowly, in a seductive voice… "You're mine, all mine. And, goddammit, I'll make you mine right now!"
I don't know how, but soon he was bare against me. He forced himself in, and my skin tried to resist, and I felt it tear. I'm sure I screamed, but I couldn't think clearly through my pain…
And then it was over. He stared at me silently as he drew his clothes back on. I noticed his eyes looked real again. "I'm sorry," he whispered, then ran out. I stared after him.
Do you see now? The Voice hissed in my mind. I don't know what was wrong with him, but he raped you! I can usually see into people's minds… and his thoughts were jumbled. I could see the scene, though, as he imagined it. He wanted you to resist, Max. He wanted the pleasure of raping you.
I felt mortification surge through me. He wanted to rape me? It couldn't be—not Fang…
It's true, the Voice said. They're back, it added, a little too late.
Sure enough, I heard the grand doors opening. A few moments later, the Flock, minus Fang, ran in through the doors, Iggy trailing behind the younger ones. Then they paused, staring at me; my brain barely registered I was laying, naked, on my bed. Then I remembered what Fang did, and blushed, shuddering. Angel gasped before running out. I watched her, absently.
The other members of the Flock left quickly. Soon, Cathy appeared, and walked in. She closed the door and walked next to me. "What happened?" She asked quietly.
"Fang raped me," I whispered, hating how the sentence sounded. Fang had to be out of his mind when he did that…
"What exactly happened?" Her voice was quieter now. "Look, I know you don't want to remember, but you have to…"
"He just said, 'You're mine, and I'll make you mine.'" I didn't dare swear with the Flock so close. I glared at her. "And what do you know?"
"My first time," she said, slowly, "I was raped… by Christopher…" She sighed. "It wasn't his fault, nor was it completely rape; 'twas not his fault because I was the one who discovered a book of sexual nature…" She sighed, wistfully; I got the impression she wanted that book. "…and it wasn't entirely rape, because I both wanted it, and didn't… back then, I only thought of him as a brother, not a lover."
I was surprised at her free-speaking, before I realized this room was probably soundproof. I asked her quickly, and she blushed. "Yes, all the rooms were built soundproof. Me and my brother, we… make a lot of noise…" I laughed quietly as her blush deepened.
Then, I asked one of the more important questions I had; "Why do you think he did it?"
She scowled. "This house brings out the worst in everyone. Oh, it took forever to convince Christopher to move back in here, after all we went through!"
I looked at her face. "What exactly did you go through?"
Sighing, she stood, then walked over to the desk. "Ah, I ordered a copy in every room—aha! Here it is!" She pulled out a book, and the title was 'Flowers in the Attic', by V.C. Andrews.
"Hiding behind a penname," she explained, "I told the story of four hidden paper flowers in an attic, hid away from society, waiting for an old man to die…" She sighed. "We lived in the attic, Christopher, Cory, Carrie and me, Now there are only three. Words written upon a chalkboard in a forgotten schoolroom." She smiled warmly. "You are not my daughter, Max, but I consider you it." She kissed my cheek before getting up and walking out.
I watched the door, before sighing and dressing, and opening the small book.
———
-Catherine-
They were to have a copy in every room, yet not read a word. I'd worked hard on that novel, but I was forced to change the time, so no one would know… oh, how surprisingly well they took Virginia's writing in! How well they adored the four hidden flowers in the dusty attic of a cursed place, waiting for salvation! Ah, how they must have gasped in shock as me and my brother made love on that dusty old mattress…
The sequel I'd planned, Petals on the Wind…
Ah, Julian, my second love…
The one I'd had only one child with before he killed himself.
I'd given that child up, as well, so it didn't have to be subjected to the aura of the house… Nudge, as well, looked like Julian. So painfully like him, did Fang and Nudge appear… I could certainly entertain the idea that Fang was mine, and Nudge was Julian's—I knew he'd had affairs… Suddenly, a familiar dark skinned girl burst in, and I sighed. "What it is it, Nudge?"
"Well, Angel was telling me about how you were thinking that I might be related to Fang 'cause I look like Julian and I just wanted to know if you knew for sure." She smiled.
I sighed. "I'm sorry, Nudge… but I don't know. It's just a suspicion."
She smiled wider. "Aaaannnnd… she also said that you told Max that you think of Max like a daughter and that's so sweet!"
I laughed. "I think of you all as my children."
She grinned even wider—I seriously don't know how wide she can smile—and hugged me before running out, yelling for Angel. I watched her. A few moments later, Christopher entered, locking the door. "I've been looking everywhere for you," he whispered, kissing me.
"And what are you going to do now that you've found me?" I whispered against his lips.
He just smirked and kissed me again, hands trailing under my shirt. He'd pulled it off when we heard Iggy's voice yell, "Food's ready!"
Chris sighed and pulled away. "Ah, we can't be two hours late to lunch…"
I smiled at him. "We'll finish this later."
As we walked down, I thought of our relationship—how it used to be just any brother-sister relationship. How he teased me constantly…
…and then how it turned into what it was. How he kissed me in the attic, lying on the bed after the whipping… I sighed. That was my worst memory. Still, now, on our bare backs, faint lines show the whip's fury, our grandmother's evil.
I sat down, and saw Carrie already eating without any complaint. I decided to tease her a bit. "'We don't like cold food,'" I whispered to the little girl, sitting right next to me. "'We don't like lumpy-bumpy stuff.'"
She stuck out her tongue at me, and I laughed, for all the items she would have once hated was on her plate! I could sense the flock staring at me strangely, but I didn't care. I was having too much fun. After a moment, Angel giggled quietly. Max finished eating and got up, sprinting back up the stairs. I watched after her, then sighed, finishing my food as well. "Let's go back, Christopher," I said, winking at him. He grinned back, and followed me back up to our room.
———
-Max-
I would come down willingly now. At least, if Fang wasn't around. But that would wait until after… their story captured me, held me spellbound… I cried when I read about little Cory's death. Me! Crying! I suppose I could sympathize with her; that was probably how I would feel if, say… Angel died.
I won't die! She said in my mind.
I know, honey, I answered. I was just thinking…
I could almost see her bright smile, trying to make me stop thinking about things like that.
I opened the book, as I often did, to page five-hundred sixty-five; I had the page memorized by heart. I read over the scene once more, for probably the sixtieth time. I glanced up as the door opened, then back down quickly. I stubbornly ignored Fang and the soft noises the door made as he shut and locked it. I ignored him as he sat next to me, silent.
But I couldn't ignore any longer when he suddenly kissed me, moving us so I was under him. I didn't try to resist; I knew what would come. I tried to relax myself, but I couldn't. I wasn't sure about my feelings about him… sure enough, he was inside me. I couldn't feel through the pain, just like before. It was over soon, to me, and I couldn't remember if I screamed. Hope I did, and someone came…
But my hopes were in vain. Fang redressed, watching me with sad eyes. Then, to my surprise, he helped me pull my clothes back on, and he kissed me quickly, sweetly, and hugged me tenderly, like I would break in his arms. And I did, in a way. To my horror, I started crying. But…
For some reason, I didn't really mind.
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