You sad pathetic waste of space. Why can't you be like your brother?!? A preteen girl was locked in her room. Screaming and kicking from her father grasping her arms as he cuts her with a sharp pair of scissors.
Ever since Lucy and Brandon's mother left them,
Their father had turned away from them, well, not Brandon at least, he was always praised and cherished, but when it came to Lucy, he just shut down and just scolded her. Brandon's mind would've been poisoned by his father, but the truth was, when ever he heard or saw his father abuse Lucy, he was always so pissed off. And when he was done torturing her, Brandon would come in and comfort her.
You okay LuLu?
Why me?!? Out of all people why me?!?
The twelve year old girl was just on her knees sobbing uncontrollably while her brother cradles her into his arms.
I know, I hate the way he treats you, Someday I'm gonna return the favor and kill that sick bastard.
I'm going to use that gun on the wall that he never uses, and I'm gonna shoot him in his sleep. That's what he gets for messing with my baby sister.
Brandon, you're only older by two minuets.
Shhhhhh, I know buddy.
She suddenly feels better with her brother by his side.
But that soft and fuzzy moment faded away as their father plunged in the room and took Lucy by the arm and pinned her to the closet door.
Don't you fucking move!! He snarled as he tilts her head back and forces some liquid into her mouth.
It's sour and rather bitter, she can feel the burn igniting her esophagus, she suddenly feels sick her stomach but she can't spit it out, her father's hand is covering her face forcing her to swallow it whole and swallow she did.
But that nightmare all fades into memory as Lucy is no longer a twelve year old, she wakes up in a cold sweat, and lets out a scream.
"It was all a dream"
"It was all a dream"
"It was all a dream"
She cries out over and over again, as Brandon ran over to her room
"LuLu what what happened?"
"It was all a dream!"
"What was all a dream!?"
Lucy sobs openly burying her face in her brother's chest. As Brandon's arms surround the young woman.
"You had one of those dreams again didn't you?"
"Yeah."
"I'm still thinking of killing him."
Her sobs turn into a soft laughter. Not everything was hellish as long as Brandon was around to defend and comfort her. They'd always plan their escape, or plan a day to call cps and happily skip away together. Looks like they never needed that, they're all grown up and away from their father forever.