Poison Kiss

Chapter 4:

Poison Kiss

Chapter 4:

Brian's POV:

Ring! Ring! Ring!

My phone went off yet again. I checked the caller ID. Yep, once again, Aaron. Sophie's big brother, and unfortunately my best friend. He was pretty pissed, judging by his voicemails. Sophie must have told him what happened. Damn that whore!

I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair nervously. I really didn't want to deal with him right now. Or ever. But I'd have to.

My phone vibrated, signaling a new text message. Aaron, once again.

Aaron: I know what you did to my sister. You can't hide from me. I'm right outside, and if you don't answer the door, you've got worse coming than you do now.

Fuck!! Yep, I'm screwed.

Ding! Dong!

I took a deep breath and headed for the door. No turning back now. I reached out and clasped the doorknob with a shaky hand and slowly turned the knob, flinging the door open.

Aaron stood before me with a malevolent scowl on his face. Without say a word, he shoved me backward and slammed the door behind him. "Fucker!" he muttered, pinning me to a wall. "Decided to mess around with my sister, did you? Thought I wouldn't find out? Guess what? You were dead fucking wrong!"

I nodded slowly.

"How many times?!"

I shook my head. "Answer me!!" he bellowed.

"Three..." I mumbled.

"What? I couldn't hear you." he whispered menacingly.

"Three! I slept with her three fucking times!" I yelled. "Happy?!"

"Not until I get my revenge!" he yelled. "That's my sister you asshole! You used to be my best friend. I thought I could trust you of all people!"

His fist flew at my face, and I didn't even flinch as it impacted me. I knew I deserved it. As his fury was unleashed, I swore I heard Vincent chuckling from the shadows.

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Ashlynn's POV:

I sat in the dark corner of a room, my arms wrapped protectively around my knees, pulling them to my chest, dirty tears streaking down my face. My black hair matted with dried blood. The same blood that stained my skin.

"Daddy?" I whispered into the darkness.

When there was no reply, I came out of the corner and crawled into the kitchen. My father lay face down on the floor, a knife blade protruding from his back.

"Daddy?" I whispered a bit louder. "Please Daddy..."

I pushed his body a bit so that I could see his face. Glassy brown eyes stared back into my tearful hazel ones. His tan skin clashed with the reddish brown dried blood that was plastered on his face.

I shook him. "Daddy!!" I cried, no longer a question. I stopped shaking him when I heard the sickening crack as the knife blade became dislodged from the floor beneath him and pushed into his ribcage.

"Ash...."

I turned and saw HIM. He stared at me for a moment. His eyes roaming hungrily over my small body.

"Please..." I whispered, already knowing what he planned. "I'm only ten...."

"All the tighter..." he muttered, coming closer.