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-Aftermath-

I am the worst sister in the world.

Why did I say that and why, oh why did he beat Mark for it?

I am the worst sister in the world.

He is the devil reincarnated, and I am nothing but his spawn!

I am truly the worst sister in the world!

He defended me when I said the unspeakable name, and I let him! I let him! Why did he do it? I know he loves me and that I would do the same if he were in my place, but why… would he take the monsters beating? He loves me, but that-that is no excuse!

I am the worst sister in the world!

All of this roots from the aftermath of the doctor's visit, we did as we were told to do, and then father came down the stairs…

-OooO-

"You're worthless!" he yelled, "Y'all (kicks Mark in ribs) are (kick) so (kick) stupid (kick, kick)! (Turns to me) How (kicks) stupid (kick, kick) do (kick) you (kick) think (kick) I AM (kick, kick kick)? Get up!" He yelled, as we got up he punched Mark in the stomach and then knocked my feet out from under me. The rest of the night kept to this manner.

-OooO-

After hours of being kicked, punched, thrown, bitten, and numerous laps around the house: he had us in the back yard doing push-ups until I finally collapsed. Mark kept trying to make me get up. I just couldn't, and then he walked over.

"Did I say you could stop?" He kicked my side until I turned on my back and faced him. The only reason I did that was so he wouldn't bruise anymore of my ribs. Surprisingly he just gave up, and said: "Fine, you worthless pieces of shit! Go to the basement and sleep there for the night," and then started into the house. This was when I did the stupidest thing alive.

Under my breath when I thought he wouldn't hear I said "You wouldn't put Sara thru this shit." Faster than I thought possible he turn around and looked between us, "Who. Said it?"

I looked at Mark who was now beside me and I opened my mouth, but he beat me to the punch, "You heard me," Mark taunted. No Mark you idiot, "No, father I said it, please leave Mark outta this." He grabbed Mark by his hair and was leading him inside, so I started pledgin' "Father I said it, I'm sorry, he's just cov'ren for me! I said the unspeakable name!" He was inside, then and I fell weeping onto my knees, "Please! It was me, me! He just took the blame, I did it, me!" I sobbed until I heard a crash and his cry, my brother who took the blame, for me. Me.

I am a horrible sister.

I am the worst sister in the world.

Do you know why Mark took the blame? I got beaten four times worse, because it's my fault we had to go to the doctor, it was my injury.

I am the one the doctor questioned.

I am the one who made the doctor suspicious.

I am the one who got Mark beaten worse.

I could not keep my stupid mouth shut.

I heard another cry from the house, but I could not move. I had stopped weeping during my blame game, and now I realized why Mark decided to take the beating. I could barely move my shoulder's, my ribs ached, my head was swimming with pain, I was bleeding from several places, my wrist was in the wrong position, and my knee cap was on the side of my leg… that could not be normal. I had to get in the house, before I passed out or else I wouldn't get to help Mark and I'd have to sleep outside.

The pain was too bad, I passed out half in the door and half out, but not before I heard fathers mumbling rant and Marks shout of pain.

My last thought was: I am the worst sister in the world.

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