Living with 3 older brothers

Success

It was quite easy really, all I had to do was turn bat-shit crazy, to the point of driving John crazy and I was going to fake a panic attack and start thrashing around with knives or sharp objects in my hand. I could also start banging my head against the wall for extra dramatic affect. He'd call Jeremy, Jeremy would call the hospital and I'd be called crazy and sent back. Simple. I was a good actress as well so it won't be hard.

As John and I were sat watching Jurassic Park, I started panting slowly to make it realistic. I began hyperventilating and when he looked in my direction I grabbed fistfuls of my hair and pulled as I ran against the wall and began punching and hitting it. John was quick to restrain my hands, pinning them to my sides but I kept banging my head against the wall and screaming while hyperventilating. Not that easy if I'm honest but I didn't care. I had to go back to the hospital. He threw me on the floor and laid on top of me. Damn he was heavy. Even then I didn't stop struggling. I kept on going screaming that I couldn't do it anymore.

And then it was dark.

I woke up groggily in the car after being booty juiced, feeling pressure on my ankles and wrists. I looked around me and found I was in the backseat of the car, I had kind of like a rope bracelet thing but the bottom half of it was joined to a huge cement block thing. It was so heavy that I couldn't move. I looked outside the window and saw we were on the same route we used to go to the mental hospital. My eyes lit up in joy and hope. I was going back. We got to the hospital. John got out but left me in the car, locking it. He came back 10 minutes later with a bag on him.

He noticed I was awake and got in the backseat with me, which meant he wanted to talk.

He glared at me. "We know what you're trying to do Julie. You want to go back."

I scoffed and denied it, asking why I would want to go somewhere I was held prisoner.

"It's not going to work, you're not going back, the hospital has given me some sedatives in pills you will take once a day that will make you tired and weak so you won't be able to try anything. You're also going to be taking some tablets every 8 hours for your anxiety."

I started tearing up. The gig was up. I wasn't going back. "Please, I want to go back, I was happy there. I felt safe."

"Juls, you're safe with us as well."

"No I'm not. I haven't been sexually assaulted once, it's happened three time John." I sobbed.

He looked shocked and hurt but his eyes turned soft. "Why didn't you tell us?"

"I don't know. I don't like expressing my feelings. I just can't. Please, just another month. I need to go back." I pleaded.

He sighed and got out of the car, heading towards the hospital. When he came back we sat in the car as he told my brothers to come say goodbye. They came shortly after with my bags of clothes and bid me farewell. I hugged them and cried and apologised. They forgave me. I was excited, I had accomplished what I wanted.

Sweet success

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sorry for the short chapter, the next one will be longer i promise
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Emma xx