Hook Line And Keep Her

How this started.

"Just leave me alone!" I yell as I race out the door. I ran to my forgotten corner of the world. No matter what I will never be as amazing as my sisters even though we're triplets! My parents call me a bad omen and say I cursed my sisters. Listen ever since we were young my sisters saw me differently... They didn't hate me in fact they loved me! And still do! But I think they love me a bit too much. My earliest memory is when me and my sisters were in day care. Specifically at the end of our first day. My sisters were off playing some where and I was in my own little world. I was drawing in the dirt when some boys came over. They picked on me and one was pulling my hair. They kept saying that girls weren't supposed to be playing in the dirt so since I wanted to act like a boy I can be treated like one. We had 2 teachers and one of them came over. The boys told what I was doing and she didn't do anything but say keep it down. My sisters came over and beat the boys up and the teacher! The other teacher came over and got the whole story from all sides. She called all our parents and the police. In short the boys got punished and their homes were checked for any abuse. That one teacher was fired. And my sisters saved me. But they changed not really much but they were really clingy. And extra protective. All the other kids were nice and mainly left me alone. They all knew that I wasn't allowed to be or get hurt or my sisters will fight someone. I was in no way weak. In fact I fight the best out of my sisters. But I only fight to protect others. I honestly didn't care what anybody did to me personally. But as we grew up my sister gave me less and less privacy. It would so bad to where most kids, twins, triplet and the works would get so old they would bathe alone well my sisters would come into the bathroom and hop in the shower w/ me! I've even locked the door before and they still managed to do it! And even got better at it! It got do bad that I only knew they were there after they got in w/ me! They've scared the shit out of me multiple times because they sneak in so quietly but they hug me once they're in! Have you've ever had your eyes closed while washing shampoo out of your hair just to be scared all the way to god, satan, then back before! I have! Not fucking fun! I saw the time thanks to my friend the sun and decided I needed to head back. I just stepped in the door and was scared by my parents.

"Where have you been!?" Mom whisper yells.

"You scared the holy ghost out of me!" I whisper yell back regaining my soul.

"Funny now answer!" My dad scolds.

"My hideout." I answer regaining my composure.

"Come on we have something to explain to you." Mom says as dad starts to head to the backyard. I nod and follow.

"Have you ever wonder why we blame you?" Father asks as mom closes the door.

"Every single day." I say putting emphasis on the beginning of every word.

"Come sit and we'll explain." Mom states. I do as instructed.

"Listen this sound crazy but our family has a recessive yandere gene." Dad says.

"Wait what?" I ask.

"Well my side does anyways. But it also skips a few generations. 2 to be exact. And your sisters have the gene." Mom says.

"Ok so my sisters are crazy yet I'm the bad apple. So how does this explain why you guys see me like that?" I say.

"First off your sisters are NOT crazy! And secondly some don't know they have the gene until someone activates it." Dad says. Him and mom glared at me when I called my sisters crazy.

"Wait are you saying that I activated my sisters' psycho gene?!" I ask standing up.

"For the last time they are not crazy! And yes you did activate it. It activates when the one or ones w/ this gene feel a very strong and powerful emotion for someone. The day your sisters saved you from those boys from you preschool is when it was activated." Mom explains.

"So why blame me and not those boys?!" I ask feeling hurt.

"Because! You are always getting hurt! If you weren't so weak then your sisters never would have had to save you that day! Then they could have lived happily and normally!" They both say.

"Heh. What wait. Do I even want to know what you mean by that?" I say getting up.

"Once the gene is activated those w/ it can't live like everybody else. When your sisters kept coming in the shower w/ you that's a result of the activated gene and them getting closer to puberty." Dad says.

"Wait so are they going to try to-" I attempt to say.

"Don't even dare say that! Besides if they did try it or they did it, it would be your fault." Mom says.

"How?! If they tried to or did rape me how would I be at fault!?!" I yell.

"Quiet down! Or you can wake your sisters up and have to deal w/ them and not get answers." Dad says. I immediately quiet down.

"Now explain!" I whisper yell.

"Well since you hated them showering w/ you so much decided to take insanely fast showers that seem like you didn't even get in one. The time they got some skin to skin contact w/ you the feeling of being deprived and denied by the one they love keeps building along w/ their desire to get that back." Dad explains.

"Ok so if they did do that to me what would you guys do?" I ask.

"Make sure you weren't hurt. There's not much we can do." Mom says shrugging after her and dad shared a look for a moment.

"So instead of protecting me you'd protect and help your 2 little psycho angels! I really mean so little to you both that you rather see me in danger then upset the little psychos?!" I whisper scream at them.

"We told you multiple times already stop calling them crazy!" Mom whisper yell back at me.

"Really that's what you're mad about?! Me calling them crazy and not the fact that I said you guys hate me to where you want to see me in danger!" I respond.

"Listen! We told you the story and what we know! See it from our perspective! We could either loose 2 daughters and have 1 or we could have them all and have 1 mad at us!" Dad tries to reason.

"No! You both are idiots! You could've put them in a hospital or taken them to one so they could get help and try to suppress whatever that would be called! Then you would've had all daughters and none mad at you! But now you only have 2 daughters!" I say.

"What do you mean?" Dad ask. I didn't answer him. Instead I just walked away. I closed and locked my door. I went to my closet and pulled out a duffle bag. We had one for everyone. We would go on camping trips and stuff so yeah. Luckily for. I grabbed some clothes and went to my hidden stash of money. I saved all if my allowance and did odd jobs. Last I counted I had like 10,000 or more dollars saved up. I put that in the hidden pocket of my bag and packed up the rest if what I would need. I cleaned out my back pack and replaced the items with other things I might need.

"Hey open up so we can talk." Dad says knocking.

"Leave me alone!" I say in a hushed tone letting him hear the tears in my voice. I soon heard footsteps leave my door. I put thing up and made it seem untouched. I hidden my school stuff so if they came in they wouldn't see it unless they were looking through my things. I wrote a not saying I left early fir school because I still wanted to be left alone. I waited till I was sure everyone was asleep or in their rooms. I placed the note on the door and left. I sold my phone for some extra money and got a plane ticket. I just bought one that left that night. We landed and I couldn't help but feel a bit happy. I was finally free.