A/N: I posted this on Live Journal and I thought I could post it here so please r&r!
Disclaimer: I wish!
When
Mystique walked in the house to tell us she was back, I couldn't
believe what I saw next. Wanda was standing there right infront of
me. The sister that I hadn't seen in about 6 years was standing there
right infront of me.
"PIETRO!" she shouted with rage and
eyes glaring with anger.
"Wanda!" I said suprised. I
was wanted to give her a hug and tell her I was sorry but that went
out of my mind after she started trowing hexes at me and the rest of
the brotherhood. We all ran cowardly behind the couch and Toad asked
some stupid question and Lance said a stupid joke.I couldn't believe
she would attack me like this. I mean I am her brother.
Right
when she was about to blow us to smitherenes a wierd old woman put
her hand on Wanda's head and said some stupid phrases and Wanda fell
to the ground. The wierd lady brought her out of the room and into
the "kitchen." Mystique introduced us to the woman and told
us her name was Agatha Harthem(?). Like I cared I really wanted to
talked to Wanda. But Mystique told me I couldn't because of the anger
but I got the point.
For the next 2 hours Agatha worked with Wanda
in the front yard in some circle of fire. I watched out my window,
Wanda looked like she was in pain. I can't even believe I'm saying
this but I felt sorry for her. In an hour I made a failed attemp to
talk to Wanda. So I ignored her for a few days until tonight.
It's
quiet in the house considering Lance is normally up until this time
(2 AM). I walk to the door and put my ear on it and I hear quiet
sobbing. I knock 1, 2, 3, times.
"GO AWAY," she
screams.
"Wanda, please?" I say quietly. The knob on the
door slowly turns and the door swings open and before me is my
sister. Tears streaming down her face, maskera under her eyes and
drippin down with tears. She wipes them away and looks down and says,
"What do you want?"
"I want to talk." She
clears the way and walks in. The room blank with nothing but a bed
and a night stand with a lamp and book on it.
"Your here so
what do you want, huh? Are you gonna try to convince me that 'daddy'
is 'great'?" She walkes back to her bed and sits down looking at
the ground. I walk over to her and sit next to her.
"Is there
something you want to tell me?" I say looking at her. She breaks
down in tears. I embrace in a hug.
In a tearful voice she says,
"When I was in the asylum, (pause) this guy would always come
into my room at night, (pause) he would hold my hands down by tying
them togther in some kind of string." She broke into tears.
"What did he do, Wanda?" I said grasping her by the
shoulders. She broke down and the walls started shaking. "Wanda,
please stop and tell me."
"HE RAPED ME," she
screamed walls shaking. I take her in my arms and the shaking
stops.
"Wanda, I'm so sorry," I say embracing her in a
hug again. I almost start crying myself. No wonder she wanted to get
out of that fuckin hell. "Wanda, I will never let anyone touch
you or hurt you like that again I promice and if they do I will break
they're fuckin promice."
"Do you really mean that?"
she says partially smiling.
"I never break a promice," I
say smiling down at her, smiling down at MY
sister.
A/N Hope yah like it:)