Betrayal (Editing)

Surprise!

My heartbeat quickens as I feel a sharp tingle through my body limb by limb. I'm not sure if it was the drink I drank earlier taking effect or the tablet they shoved down my throat.
I hear voices but I can't clearly make out what they're saying, it's like I'm being drowned in a salty ocean of my tears and sweat from trying to fight the boys off.
I am able to make out a "just do it!" And I feel the back of two hands press against my stomach, my shirt begins to rise up and in no time I feel a cold breeze across my chest. A different pair of cold fingers stroke gently over my hip bones and I feel my shorts being unbuttoned but I never feel them go down my hips. I begin to regain consciousness and attempt to open my eyes.
"It's not morning yet sweetheart." The ring leader of the boys says as he places a tablet in his mouth and exchanges it from his to mine.
"God she needs a lot of those to stay down." He says.
"She's always been really stubborn." Greyson responds.
I blackout and wake up to sirens in the distance.
Maybe they're coming to save me.
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*beep**beep**beep*
My alarm has saved me.

Ugh, wish I wouldn't sleep, then it would stop me for remembering all the horrible things I've taught myself to forget.

I reach over and give my clock three good smacks to its top. It had rang maybe four times this morning and I ignored it three times.

Why is my alarm clock even on, it's thanksgiving.

My alarm clock wasn't a phone alarm clock. I decided to be a hipster and get a vintage circular clock that stood beside your bed on your nightstand and had to be hit on the top so it would shut up. Inside of it is picture of my mom, older brother and my dad all about to jump off of a cliff on our family road trip. My mom looked completely horrified and my brother completely bored. My father and I were the only ones excited for this part of the trip, he was going to jump off a couple seconds before me and I would jump into his arms right after because I couldn't swim. I smiled looking at him smiling at me. Today was the day I dreaded looking at the clock the most.

My father had left my mom she gave birth to my suppose to be 22 year old brother at the age of 16. He insisted on "making something of his life". He decided to come back when he completed college and then left us again when my mom started "acting up" and he could no longer tolerate her for the sake of us. He didn't want to leave alone, and without second guessing it my mom automatically offered me to him. I was a daddy's girl so I didn't mind much. Not having a sure place to go to we packed our bags into his car and said "sayonara" . Well little did I know his "sayonara" was going to be permanent because that evening we got into a car accident. We had the radio turned up and we were screaming our lungs out to Kashmir by Led Zeppelin. My father was too into the music and the second he closed his eyes a large truck ran into my side of the car. Daddy threw himself over me to protect me from the glass flying out of the window. A large piece got lodged into the back of his neck and later took his life. Its funny though, my dad was an immaculate driver. He was a slow one but he made sure to make no mistakes. The mistake he made this time was he was tripping, acid tripping. Well that was the last time I saw my dad, he died trying to save me. My brother however died trying to save himself. He had committed suicide, I don't know much about what happened or why he did it, something about being trapped in his head, but he seemed fine to me. He was the cool kid not the popular kid but the cool one. The type that your parents told you not to be friends with. He was a thrill seeker and way too artistic too funtion; but anyway, he had jumped over a bridge into the deep maggot infested river a couple blocks from our house. He didn't leave us any other goodbyes
than that one letter in which he instructed me not to share with anyone and he didn't leave any answers to our questions, just us to answer others questions. My father and my brother are the reasons thanksgiving in my family continued to be like every other day.