𝐔𝐧𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐅𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲

Chapter • 4 - A fresh start.

Somebody keeps hitting me. It hurts a lot. I try to focus on who it is.

It's Joe, he's punching me and kicking me. In the stomach, in the face, and a bunch of other places. I scream and beg for him to stop but he doesn't listen.

He has an smirk on his face, like he's enjoying this torture he's causing me. Nonstop pain is surging through me everywhere and I beg myself to pass out but it doesn't work and I keep feeling everything.

"You worthless piece of shit. I told you not to eat anything until I give you it or allow you to. You broke a rule, now you're going to pay for it."

He grabs me up by the hair and slaps me in the face. I crumble to the floor holding my cheek with my hand. Tears start pouring out of my eyes.

"I'm sorry, I won't do it again I was just really hungry." I apologize while looking at his disgusting face. Of course Im not actually sorry, he's a horrible person and deserves what ever comes to him.

I despise him. I don't know what Mary ever found in him.

"You'll be sorry alright." He turns around and slams a glass cup on the dresser breaking it into pieces. He then grabs a piece on the floor and walks towards me.

"Please please don't do this please Joe! I'm begging you please! I'm sorry!" I scream while trying to slide away but the pain stops me from doing so. He standing in front of me now.

And then the next thing I see is the glass coming towards me...

A shot of pain comes from my arm. He stabbed me.

I can't hold it in and I let out a scream.

"Kim! Kim! Open your eyes sweetheart! It's me Oliver your brother! You're alright!" Someone shouts. I throw my eyes open and look around breathing in hard.

I'm on a couch and some guy is kneeling down in front of me. He has curly brown hair, and a nice set of eyes.. he looks around 20 give or take.

Wait I remember, he said he was my brother and his name is Oliver.

"Are you okay? You looked like you were having a bad dream." He asked me while staring at me. He was concerned but he didn't need to be. I had these almost every day.

"I'm okay. Just a bad dream like you said." I say smiling slightly. Not because I want to but so he will believe what I'm saying. "How did I get here?"  I ask changing the subject.

"I brought you in when I saw you curled up on the stairs outside. I had just got home and saw you alone and cold. You were asleep and I didn't want to wake you so I carried you to the living room and laid you on the couch." He smiled but it quickly faded. "By the way, what happened to the driver who was with you? I can't believe he left you alone outside! He didn't even tell us or text us you were alone! I swear I'm going to-" he almost shouts before I interrupt him.

"It wasn't his fault, I should've known better." I say while sitting up. I flinch from the pain of my bruised or broken ribs but he doesn't notice. I need to take another pill soon before all the pain comes back.

"Well, let's go get you to your new room so you can have a nice hot shower." He reaches out his hand to me and I hesitantly take it. He then grabs my bag and walks with me.

We walk past a couple of doors until we stop outside one.

"Here's your room! Why don't you go and open it?" He says enthusiastically.