Hello, Stockholm Syndrome: My Pity Killer Series

CHAPTER 8

***TRIGGER WARNING ***

Chapter 8: My Brother's Keeper

FLASHBACK: A LONG TIME AGO...

MICHAEL'S POV

"He shouldn't be a part of this family," I heard Malachais' voice as I felt anger rise in me.

I wanted nothing to do with this family.

I hated being a Samosa. I hated being their shameful secret. I hated being here and I wanted nothing more than to rise my mother from the dead and kill her once more; I hated the identity she gave me.

How was I supposed to be loved when I was the mistake that ruined this family?

"He is our family," I heard Aya, "and I will not hear you continue to belittle him." "He is father's mistake. Not ours, Aya. We are Samosa; I am the eldest son; I should be in charge."

"I am the eldest; now stop with this sexist behavior. You will accept him and that is final. Father is proud to show him off; we must be proud to."

I quickly scurried away; my little scrawny bones perfect for slipping in small places as I usually would eavesdrop on many conversations.

"I will not drop this," I heard my brother's threat. As soon as he became of age, he started to show his hate more openly and I resented him for it. I didn't ask to be born into this family; I didn't want to be a Samosa. I hated being...me.

I watched as she sat on her bed and began brushing her hair; ignoring our brother's mumbles as he stormed out. She stood and walked to her closet; grabbing her night gown and she slowly undressed as I turned away. My heart began to beat loudly; this isn't right. I shouldn't be here, I thought as I kept my gaze down. I felt my body heat up at the mere thought of her being so close to me and yet not knowing that I was being a complete ass right now.

"What are you doing?" I looked up to find Aya watching me; a smile on her face. "What did I tell you of eavesdropping, Michael?" "I am sorry, Aya."

"I am your sister; you can call me sister." "I don't think that would be wise," I lowered my head, "everyone hates me. Your mother, your brothers." "Our brothers. You lost your own mother; I am here for you, Michael. I will have you under my wing, if need be. Just let me know," she ruffled my hair and I smiled at the young beauty. "I am going for a late walk and to calm our brother. I am sure you heard his unkind words; he's just confused. We all are, but you are family. I take care of family," she smiled down at me and left.

She was always so kind to me, I felt my heart swoon. I loved the woman and if things had been different; had she not be my half-sister; I would propose immediately. The way her loyalty shown was immense and I admired her for that. And she was really beautiful.

She just became of age and I was sure our father, Alan, would have a suitable man for her and it made me a bit jealous. I was still a kid, but my heart knew who it wanted.

"In the lady's chambers?" a man appeared and my heart dropped. Oh no.

"You know, boy," he walked in and closed the door, "you have been a problem for me and my family." "I know," I apologized, "I am sorry, sir." "Sir," he chuckled, "I like the sound of that. From now on that is how you address me." "I do not wish to disrespect you," I tried to scurry away, but he grabbed my shirt and pushed me back.

"I am not done with you, yet, boy," he fussed and looked around. "You know your brothers hate you." "Aye," I lowered my head in shame. "And as your brothers' uncle, I guess you're forced to be my family too," he eyed me up and down and I felt an uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach.