Many incidents

Chapter 91

Emery's POV.

"No. Lay down Emery" he said pulling down the blankets.

"John please, your hurting me by doing this"

"No I'm not. I'm teaching you a lesson"

If he makes me do this and doesn't give me my brother back I really will kill him.

Thee isn't no going back now he fucked with my family.

I walked to the bed and got under the blankets hyperventilating.

"Your going to enjoy this" he said getting in after me.

"Your about to rape me how am in going to enjoy it"

"You need to stop. Now. I won't say it again" he said choking me.

I helped him. I put my life on the line to help him and this is what he dose because I reject him.

I'm tired of trying to help people just for them to not give a fuck.

"Are you ready sweet heart?" He said pulling down my underwear.

No. I'm only panicking. I don't want to do this.

"Sure"

I felt him position him self before me.

I can't do this.

"Wait please. Just wait"

"What's wrong?"

"I- I can't do this" I said not being able to breath.

Suddenly I felt him inside me and I screamed in pain.

"Stop. Your hurting me. Please" I said fighting.

He just kept thrusting in and out of me.

I can't. I don't want to do this.

I risked my life for him. I killed people for him. And he raped me because I reject him.

"Please" I said stilling fighting.

I can't barely fight because of the injuries I still have.

"Your doing this for your brother" he said pinning my arms above me.

This hurts. My back. My stomach.
It hurts. Everything hurts.

"Stop I'm serous. This hurt Johnathon" I said wanting to cry.

"John please" I said as he groans on top of me.

"Shut up already Emery" he said covering my mouth.

I hate him. I'm going to kill him.

When I find my brother I'm going to shoot John right in the face.

I'm going to fucking kill him.

I'm going to shoot him in his legs, hands, and dick.

And then I'm going to shoot right next to his head but not his head so he can piss himself in fear.

I'm going to step on his neck and feel it snap broke as I jerk my foot onto it harder.

And then I'm going to shoot him in
the head just so that I ruin that pretty face of his.

I hear him moan on top of me as he finishes.

He slowly pulls his hand away from my mouth.

"Did you enjoy that sweet heart?" He asked resting on top of me.

I can still feel him inside me and it's making me sick.

"No" I said pushing him off me in pain.

I feel him out slide out of me when I do and it makes me disgusted with my body. With myself.

"Don't worry, I used protection" he said as I got out of bed sliding my underwater back up.

"I hate you" I said getting dressed in pain.

"And I love your pussy"

He just better wait.

"Where's my brother dick head?" I said trying my shoes.

My body hurts. Everything hurts. It's hurts to move it hurts to breath.

"If you need me I'll be at the ware house" he said getting dressed.

He threw the used condom in the trash. Just looking at it made me want to shoot him right now.

"Where is my brother Johnathon?" I asked picking up my gun.

"I don't know Emery. I just piss your pussy I guess" he said with a smirk.

I walked up to him and took off the safety pointing it right at his stomach.

"One bullet in the abdomen will leave you bleeding to death in minutes so don't fuck with me. Where is he John?" I said pressing it deep into his stomach.

He was backed up tot he wall so he couldn't go any where.

"Go our side. He's around the corner at the pool sweet heart. It was nice doing business with you" he said slipping out the door.

I turn off the safety and run out side around the corner parting he's ok.

I walk around the corner and to the pool.

I feel my heart stop. Tears build up in my eyes.

My heart break with the very little it had left.

I pull him out of the pool feeling his ice cold skin.

He's dead. He's head.

They drowned him.

He didn't deserve this. He was a human being.

He was my brother and me barely knowing it for a week got him killed.

His last moments with me were me yelling at him. Making him feel like shit.

I didn't get to say good bye. I didn't get to tell him how much I loved him.

Yeah he fucked up but he was my brother.

I didn't even know him for a week.

Him knowing me got him killed.

It's my fault. He loved me.

He cared. He never meant to hurt me.

I clutch into his ice cold pale blue body as I cry at the fact he's dead.

"I needed you. I'm sorry. I'll make
This right. I promise. I'm sorry." I say kissing his forehead.

His cold skin ok my lips makes me cry harder.

I cry my heart out pushing him back into the pull knowing I can't be the one connected to this.

"I love you Elliot" I say getting up and sobbing as I walk away.

I run back to my car covered in water from his clothes.

When I get in the car I scream sobbing my heart out hitting the steering wheel.

He was my brother. He didn't deserve any of this.

He was a teacher, a friend, a brother, a son. He was some body.

He was import and John took him from me.

I know where I'm going.

I said I wad gonna kill him and that's what I'm gonna do.

I woo the tears from my eyes and cheeks and pull my shit together.