Seeing the panic in his eyes my strength build to the level of anxiety to a place even I get scared when I act upon what runs through my mind but for him, for them I cannot be weak. "Dan where's Bri?, his eyes watered as he tried to answer. " She heard them so she distracted them from me and I couldn't help", he cried out. I snuggled and coaxed him. Anger building up in me to the point of irrationality, I tear slid from my eyes and I begun to shake. My sister, younger by 5 years sacrifice herself to protect our little brother. I know she's a fighter but there is a breaking point and I refuse to let her die or be enslaved. Sitting numbly while coaxing Dan to sleep, my decision was final, I will not be the kind hearted, funny, sweet girl anymore. That time has come and gone. It is time to now break down barriers and crush even the smallest doubt, I will die but it is on my terms for them and nobody, no man, woman or thing will be safe if they hurt them from now on. But for tonight I will accept defeat, recuperate and raise defenses.
Seeing that dawn is breaking, I woke Dan up and set out to find Bri. They would have her at the camp or probably she got away, knowing Bri she's quite resourceful and savagely smart. Otherwise in simpler form she's dangerous. They would have her fully guarded or roped up. Dan is the only one who hasn't been trained. Bri for her age is very powerful and has not even fully mature yet. We were trained by our dad to survive, left in the woods by a drunken father to find our way home alone. He always told me that my sentiments would get me killed and that I will only be able to survive when I have no emotions. He was ruthless and bare not one ounce of fatherly love towards us. He treated us as tools. I've tried my best over the years to protect my siblings. The night Bri turn 12 he lock her in her room to beat her. I was too angry beyond reasoning. That night I broke my arm to save Bri, just in time not to lose another sibling to abuse. Everything happening now, for the skills we developed trying to protect ourselves from dad has aid us today, which I thank him wherever he is. We are trained to fight and survive with the situations we were raised in, for me I could not harm anything without crying, I always over think, question and empathize which will not do us any good in future.
Monitoring Dan through the bushes we stepped sharply and my ears listening to everything around, hearing voices I buried Dan hiding him from the world, giving him air gaps to breathe. He knew the task and accepted it. Marking the spot I slowly approach the direction the voices are coming from. Reaching up close I surveyed the surrounding. No tents just men chatting and a few girls bundled to a tree. Seeing the features of the girls none of them has Bri aura or features. With the discovery I slowly backed away. Taking a different route back to Dan where a trail of blood splattered on grasses heightened my anxiety and accelerated my heart beat. Somebody else was here, and they are hurt badly. Following the trail it ended abruptly right beside some bushes. After rampaging through the bushes my breathe froze in shock to see my sister curled up and battered. Tears blurred my vision as I called her name. She responded with a flinch trying to back away from my touch. She is too weak but fighting to stay conscious. Her hand was bleeding from the slash she receive from all tree branches or probably a sharp object. Remembering the gunshot I hear last night, I quickly rolled her over and did a full body check. Everything seem to be intact, once more I called her name. Barely opening her eyes she whispered," Dan". "Is OK," I quickly finished the sentence for her to save her strength. I ripped by blouse and doctored her wounds with nearby herbs and wrap it. Pulling her up to me I positioned myself to bring her on my back. Damn she weighed a ton or more, she's shorter than me with full blown hips and a tone shape, however I am slender built. Feeling my body buckle underneath the pressure I staggered to adjust to the weigh to get back to Dan. Reaching Dan's location in another 5 minutes, I was dying. Thump! we fell on the ground hard. Bri groan upon the suddenly vibration and I lay beneath her breathe oozing out of me.
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On the Wrong Side *Villian*
ActionBreaking your own rules, selfish for love, destroying happiness, forever branded as Wrong. If loving you is wrong, I need the strength to break away. My story is about trusting myself, motivating myself and surviving the challenges of a broken famil...