Never let go. || J.g

Chapter 1

My hands were clammy and shaking. I thought the feeling of my head spinning was never going to stop. The rate of my heart beat was most likely abnormal for any human being.

"You don't deserve to live! You're worthless! You both were a mistake!" He said to the young beating heart in front of him.

"Leave him alone! He doesn't deserve this! He has never done anything to you!" I screamed at him.

"Yes he did. He was born." My low life of a dad said as he slapped my younger brother.

"If you are going to hurt either of us, hurt me!"

"Oh don't worry, you'll get your punishment later tonight." Are the words he said as he smirked.

I was becoming exhausted from trying to break the rope that was tied around my wrists. The skin on my hands and wrists being torn and shredded to pieces from receiving rope burn. I looked into the eyes of the helpless little boy in front of me, I could see the hurt in his face. He could tell I was in pain from being tied down. I tried to hold in the whimper and tears, but as every minute passed the pain was getting harder to bare. The small whimper I had been holding in broke the bond of my lips and made its way out of my mouth.

"Shut up. You make another sound, and he'll get punished." He said as he glared at me.

I look over at the seven year old boy that's across the room from me. I saw tears streaming down his face and his lip start to quiver.

"You know what, I'm done with you being a big baby. Both of you were mistakes and should've died a long time ago." He said as he slapped my brother.

He grabbed the tear stained pillow that was near him. I knew exactly was he was going to do now. I once again tried to relieve myself from the ropes that were holding me down. I didn't care how many burns I would receive from the ropes that were around my wrist. I had to help my brother. I began to let the tears fall from my eyes as my dad put the pillow over my brothers face.

"STOP! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! YOU'RE GOING TO END UP KILLING HIM!!" I yelled at him as I saw him just chuckle.

I finally broke free from the ropes that were housing me in place. I ran over to my brother to try and save him. Before I could reach him my dad pushed me making me fall to the ground. I fastened my eyes shut and winced from the pain from falling just caused me. I didn't care how much pain I was in, I dealt with it and rose up to my feet. I began attempting to rip the pillow off of my brothers face, but my dad wouldn't budge. After a battle that seamed to take forever, I got the pillow absent from my brother. But it was too late. My seven year old brothers pulse had stopped beating.

Full on tears continued streaming down my face and I was shaking. I couldn't control my body.

"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?! I HATE YOU! GO TO HELL!" I screamed at my dad.

He rolled my brothers lifeless body onto the floor beside the bed. He grabbed my arm and slammed me onto the bed.

"Now its time for your punishment." He said as he winked at me.

I started to fight against him but he was too strong. It was no use. It never was. When he did this, he always defeated me. But I continued to fight against him.

"Stop moving or it'll be worse and you will regret it." He whispered in my ear as he was hovering over my body.

"P-please stop. I-I-Im begging. P-please." I managed to get out, still crying.

"I said to shut up, didn't I?" As soon as he says that, I feel a hard and strong sting on my face from he slapping me. It actually didn't hurt that bad. I was kind of used to it. I wasn't the first time for him to do it.

"Now if you don't do what I say, you'll be punis-"

I woke up sweating, shacking, and still crying. It seems like I never stop crying. I should, I'm surprised I still have tears in my system to shed. That was all just a dream. Well, not all of it. It was a nightmare, more like a memory, that occurred two years ago. The worst part is, he is still living, breathing, still doesn't regret anything he has done to either of his children, still is my dad. I wish I could change that.