Aphrodite and Athena Kingdom.
Taken away from their home at a young age and having to live a life or lies.
Aphrodite determined to protect her sister makes some questionable decisions and it causes a rift between those close to her.
How could som...
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We had arrived home shortly after that text conversation and I kept my eye out for Athena. I know the incident was bothering her, rightfully so. I watched as she grabbed her bags and hurried up the stairs to her bedroom.
I was getting ready to head upstairs as well to go through and put up everything that I had gotten when Evelyn asked to talk to me.
Deciding to see what she needed to talk to me about I put going upstairs on hold. Heading towards the dining room where she was sitting I pulled out a chair from in front of her and took a seat.
For a small while she was just looking at me. It was like she was studying me and seeing what she was doing I decided to do the same.
I looked like her. She had freckles like I did and she even had the same heart birthmark under her eye that blended in with her freckles. Her black hair that matched Athenas' and I. It was surreal to be looking at my birth mother when for the longest time I thought they had given us up.
Her eyes were a hazel color just like Athena's.
"Can I ask you something?" Her voice broke me from my concentration. Giving her my full attention I send her a soft nod to encourage her to continue talking.
"Why did you keep your education a secret from Athena? From what I was told from Donny she thinks you're a dropout." Her soft motherly eyes took in my form and it was hard not to just break down and tell her everything.
Not feeling up to talking I just send her a simple shrug in response.
I don't know why I didn't tell her.
Yes you do.
Well I do, but it's always a hard thought to accept.
You never told her because you feel guilty. You feel deserving of her treatment towards you.
It was true.
I know I saved her in the long run but the guilt for making her feel unworthy will forever fill my heart with a pain I will never be able to explain. It was hard having to sneak to see her because she hated me. All I wanted to do for years was sit by her side and hold her hand while she was in pain, but I couldn't.
The only times I could see her was at night time. When visiting hours were over and when their eyes on me were lessened and when she was asleep.
She thinks I was never there and I wish I could tell her I was but then I would have to explain why I had to sneak into her hospital room at night instead of visiting when she was up. I am not brave enough to talk about what I went through in that house.
I was brought out of my thoughts for the second time. This time by her hand touching mine.
That queasy feeling quickly crept up my spine and without thinking I rip her hand off of me. My mind was foggy I couldn't tell what I was doing it was like my body was stuck on autopilot and I was just a passenger.
I quickly pick up my bags and head towards my room and into the connected bathroom and for 10 minutes I stood there scrubbing my hands.
It couldn't be clean enough.
Why did she have to touch me.
She didn't know.
Yes she did. You told her you didn't like being touched and she touched you anyways.
She didn't do it on purpose.
Get it off.
I'm trying.
Please, get it off.
Please get it off.
No no no no
Please don't touch me.
With that my mind sent me to a place I've been trying so hard to escape from.
That house.
⚠️Disturbing Scenes Ahead ⚠️
~Flashback~
It was dark and cold.
I was in the basement again. The space was enclosed and dark I couldn't move from my curled up position. I've been in here for 7 hours already and it was getting hard to breathe again.
I was running out of air in here.
There was only a few holes covering the trunk and my body covered most of them. The trunk was small and it was a tight squeeze to fit into.
This has been my punishment since I was 9 years old, along with many others, but this, would always be one of the worst ones.
It was like I was watching myself from an outside perspective and all I could do was freeze as what came next plauged my traumatized mind.
"No, no, no, no. Please get me out of here. I don't want to watch this. Please. GET ME OUT OF HERE."
I was trapped and I knew I would only escape this nightmare by living through it... again.
I heard the footsteps before I seen them and I couldn't stop the tears if I tried.
I watched as he approached the trunk, keys jingled in his hands as he bent down to unlock the trunk my malnourished body was in. As the trunk lid was opened I watched myself take in big gulps of air.
My lips trembled as I had to watch what was going to happen to her. Happen to me.
His lips curled up in a disgusting smirk as he took in my naked body. I watched myself curl into a ball to get away from his perverse eyes.
His eyes were flooded in amusement as he watched my young self tremble because of the cold and fear. He got off on it, and he made sure I knew it every time I got out that trunk.
I watched my younger self begin that repeated mantra outloud.
"Please, don't touch me. Please. I'll be good. Please don't touch me." Younger me had her hands clasped together in front of her as she begged him to leave her alone.
I wish I knew earlier how much he liked when I begged him. I would've never did it again.
I watched as his vile eyes filled with lust for a child and his disgusting lips pull back into a smile as he took in her form.
I watched as he approached her and dragged her out the trunk and onto her already bruised knees.
"No no no no no. Please. I don't want to. Don't make me. Please!" I couldn't stop the sobs that left my mouth as I was stuck in this nightmare. I don't want to live through this again. Please don't make me live through this again.
I heard the buckle to his belt and then everything went black.
~Flashback Over~
⚠️Disturbing Scenes Over⚠️
I came back to my senses and as I looked around my surroundings I was still in the bathroom. I was sat on the floor curled up into a ball and my body was shaking.
Feeling nauseous my body lurched forward towards the toilet and I threw up everything I managed to eat today.
Taking in a deep breathe and running my trembling hands through my hair I stood to my feet and unsteadily made my way back to my room and collapsed on the bed.
