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Time

Sara was taken, because she wasn't old enough to take care of herself. And eventually one of her Aunts volunteered to take her in.

She was married and had three sons. So, Sara had no girls to play with. The youngest of the three was roughly around, two years older than her.

He still liked to play outside rather than inside like the older brothers. Who preferred the internet or video games. They ate junk, most of the time, but weren't obese.

As time passes, Sara was growing older. And her Uncle took note of that. Her Aunt was a stay at home, mother and wife. So, he never did anything. And she kept the door closed and locked. Her aunt told her to keep the spare key, as well. She didn't question it one bit. It was an empty room, originally for the storage boxes.

So, there were boxes around the wall on the farthest side, that way the bed would fit in perfectly.

The uncle was annoyed, some what. Despite her fear, she never told Susan. Kept every word, of him in her head. She was more scared of telling her aunt and eventually being called a liar to the point of being kicked out.

Since, she read into that stuff. Lots, and that was the main reason. However, the boys found out someway. And the youngest was now seventeen, while Sara was fifteen. He hung around his baby sister, til the time it took.

He was their real father, neither. He was a step father to the three boys as well. So, none of them, liked him much. He had a creepy vibe from the start, but Susan ignored it altogether.

One day, a year later. It was Sara's sixteenth birthday. Susan made a party for her. The two older brothers brought their lovers. The eldest was married to a beautiful blonde girl, who gave her a hug, upon meeting her for the first time, ever since he left to live around Rhode Island.

And the second, had a recent break up and found a new girlfriend the moment he came back from State College.

This was going all too well, it seemed. At least to the public eye.

She had a sensation though, it wouldn't go away. There it grew and grew as the day went on. Her uncle, was just now. No where to be found. Like he had vanished into thin air.

She went to the inside of the house to use the bathroom that was closest to her room. Since, she used that one the most.

It was screaming, now. As she opened the door to her room, instead. He was there, with his junk inside that girl's poncha. She was around her age as well.

"What the Fuck?!" And some people came running toward the yelp.

"Robert?!" Cried Susan.

He pulled out. The other girl had been drugged out, so, she couldn't move herself.

He was arrested. But hence, that wouldn't make it justice, yet. The three guys were embarrassed of him, being that they've been forced to call him dad all these years.

"This is all in all disgusting."

"Yeah, I'm mortified. What the Hell is with that guy."

"Mom, excuse me for even saying this... But frankly... He deserves a death sentence."

Susan only looked down. She wasn't expecting this at all.

"You boys, need to calm down... I still can't believe it myself. He promised..."

"What?" Both boys asked.

"He promised, years ago... That he wouldn't touch any girl... That way..." Sobs.

"What, you met him... Knowing that, and still married him, while we were still kids?! Mom?!"

She wipes off tears.

"No... No... He was accused. By a family who he claimed falsely accused him of sexual assault of a minor. And that he didn't do it. I didn't want to think he was capable. He was a nice man... This... *sobs* Is is all too much... I'm sorry boys... I just wanted to believe that he never was capable of such acts, while putting you all in the same danger... I am very, but very sorry... "

The eldest got up from the chair. And hugged her tightly.

" We forgive you... It's not your fault. "

" Yeah, mom. " As he too got up and hugged her.

By this point they were by themselves, the party was over an hour ago. And Sara sat through with her aunt.

"Sara, has he ever tried it with you?"

She looked over.

"Tell me the truth, I want to know... If so, you should have told me."

"I feel like most of it is my fault. Because I was too scared to tell you about it. I thought you were going to hate me and kick me out of the house."

"Oh, no... Sweetie. I would never do that. I would've kicked him out of the house."

They hugged.

The youngest stayed behind. He was going to go to a school close by to home to stay with mom and help her. Since he didn't want to leave her living the rest of her years in total solitude.

Meanwhile, Sara did too. She got herself a job with her school friend. Since, she happened to have a mom who owned a business and hired her in the spot.

In case, you were wondering. No Sara had not gotten rid of him just yet. She was intelligent enough to wait. He was locked in, right now. And it was not easy.

But time passes again. And she had forgotten about him. Til...

One day, they were coming from work. And Albany was known for its hills and beautiful landscapes. It was a precious place, where homes had long and big yards. The road to the house, was steep. And it went upward in a swirl motion.

Smoke was seen, now. And... The house was lit. No... (Not like that. Lmafo)

The flames were aggressive and they were putting effort to tone it down.

Pushing her away, as she ran out the car. Too late. Her aunt and brother were dead. And now she was going to find somewhere else. However, she still wasn't Eighteen. And didn't have enough money to move away.

She was stuck, til her friend Bree suggested it to her mother.

The place was small, only two rooms, a small living room and one bathroom. The kitchen was just like those where you could only fit a fridge small enough to let you swing open the door.

Well, there was enough to fit the three of them at least. They all went to the funeral the following week. They stood in silence.

(I promise. From here on forth to get Revengful... I can't stand all the people, that I've come to love and be loved by... Die. This is pathetic of my part to not have to Do Justice. I have to do her a huge favor. And him, too. Brother... I can't even stand here, while I'm angry that the fact... I still haven't figured who done it, yet. Fuck, fucking fuck... Where do I even begin? Even the cops have no leads. Ruled as possible suicide by his part. No... I can't accept that. I shall not accept that. Not even if I were paid to. What could this mean, really?... Why... Why does God insist taking away all those I love? Why does he still allow those who are evil to continue this way? Why?)

"Sara, are you okay?"

Holding her.

"I'm fine, Mrs. Broune."

"Are you sure? You seem very tense."

(I'm fine... Why can't you accept my response as is?)

"No, really. I am okay. Just thinking about this as a serious issue." She chuckled.

"Weird, that you even made a chuckle at that... But I don't think, you should overthink this. Because no matter how hard one tries. You won't be able to wake back the dead."

Bree stepped in closer.

"Mom's right. I bet, for some force or something... This may of been or not. Maybe your brother was suicidal the entire time?"

"No, he wasn't. He was a really good honest person. He wouldn't even hurt a fly if to say the least."

"Psssh... Yeah, sure. Who wouldn't kill a fly? You really believe that yourself?"

"Why are you assuming the worst of him?"

"Just expectation... Don't take it so hard. *Crackles* It's a joke, not a dick. Don't take it so hard."

Sara sighed, rolled her eyes away from Bree.

(This bitch... Seriously?)

The news came up, a week prior to the murderers that a few convicts had escaped prison. They pulled out names. And none of them ring the bell.

(Wait a minute...)

Ryuk looked at her, as she put her book down on the desk.

"You know, that one of those guys is your ex uncle?"

"Well... Well... Well... Are you sure, Ryuk?"

"Yes. I know, you can't see it. Because your Shinigami eyes only allow the recent names of people you view on the daily... But I can see it... His real name isn't Robert anymore... It's this guy!"

Pointing at the picture.

He even grew lots of facial hair.

" So, the name I see is his real name? "

" Yes. "

" I must write it down. "

" Are you sure he lit the house on fire?"

"I am sure..."

Ryuk was dead silent.

"My older brother is a cop... He even shown me the fingerprints... I just know they match."

"Whoa."

"Also, he told me the other day. Some similar to him... Looked like him. I can't believe it didn't hit me."

"But it was more than one person."

"I know Ryuk. Also, it's not safe to judge, right now. Because he will jump on me. Since he told me this stuff... He also said... He admires Kira. But he wouldn't hesitate... If it were to come to it... Catch him."

"Uh?"

"Right now. There is proof."

"You know you can make it look like an accident, right?"

"Why haven't you told me this before?"

"I thought you were smart enough to figure that part, yourself?"

"Hmph..."

The next thing happened. All escaped convicts dropped dead, because one of them went on a rampage. Stabbing them all and then himself.

There was undeniable proof that he and his prison buddies, went after her and anyone who still lived there.

All due to revenge.

Because he was caught in his filthy mess.

The eldest brother never made a remark.

He kept to himself.

And in return.

Praised Kira.

For.

Justice.

Author's Note: I should start drawing the front covers like I had, all over again and post this in DeviantArt.

I actually had quite a few done to the point of coloring. But ripped them apart and threw the rough draft away.

I hope you like this version, since it's changed for the better.

Thanks for the views and likes. :)

Have a nice day.