I wanted to stop crying. I really did...I tried too but the pain I felt wouldn't allow me to do so. The words he so boldly used against me, the hits he so violently threw at me, were nothing compared to this pain. At my feet, lay my dead sister. She was too young for this. She was only 4 years old. I sobbed as I recalled what he did to my poor sister.
Mason came back from work, expecting dinner but found none. I had to do homework and he was always mad when I didn't do it. "work comes before food" he practically brainwashed into my head, ever since he adopted me. So I did it, hoping he wouldn't get mad at me....I was wrong.
"Ebony, Where is my food?" He had asked.
"I'm cooking it now....sir," I added. I have never seen him look so angry in my life. He marched over to me and grabbed me by my arm, dragging me down to the terror room, as I call it.
"Please no...!" I beg, "i didn't..." SMACK!
"SHUT UP YOU FUCKING BITCH! I ALWAYS EXPECTED MY DINNER TO BE READY BY THE TIME I GET HOME! DON'T I?! I WORK MY ASS OFF EVERY DAY AND HAVE TO COME HOME TO YOUR SLUTTY PIECE OF ASS! IT GETS ME SO FUCKING....!"
"Daddy, please leave Ebby alone!" A small voice cried out. At that moment, I could feel my skin turn icy cold and I knew something bad was gonna happen.
"Kayla...honey ....go back upstairs, it's going to be ok," I tell her hoping she would listen. But one look at Mason and I knew I was wrong. He dropped my arm immediately and rushed towards her.
"KAYLAAAA...RUNNNMN!" I screamed to her, getting my self up in the process. She did as obliged and started running. Mason was right behind her. I latched onto Mason and held his neck in a choke grip, but he was to strong. With me still on him, he slammed me into the wall hard and I dropped down. For a second, I could feel myself black out. I felt something warm drip and slide down my neck. I touched it and saw a deep red substance smeared onto my fingers. Blood. I was snapped out of my little world when I heard a blood curteling scream. My sister. With new found strength, I get up and rush up the stairs. What I saw made my heart ache and drop to the pit of my stomach. My sister, my four year old sister, was on the ground with blood coming out of her mouth, and her face ghastly blue. She was dead. I dropped to my knees and crawled to her tiny body.
"Kayla...its time to wake up now," I mutter as tears fall out of my eyes. "KAYLA, WAKEUP...KAY... KAYL...," I take a deep breath and scream "KAYLAAAAA!!!!" When I turned around though, Mason was nowhere to be found.
That was 2 hours ago. The police were here after being called because of "neighbor's reporting disturbing sounds". I wouldn't let them take Kayla's body. I know we weren't related by any means but, we were sisters. Not by blood, but by our heart and souls. And Mason took her away from me. He would pay for that. He would pay.
