Her Five Brothers

Chapter 6 - Flashback and plane rides

Aspen:TW

The rest of the plane ride was quite peaceful. Elijah joined us around twenty minutes after he left with Axel. He went towards the other side of me but I see him make eye contact with Asher, who sends him a pointed look. Elijah then very casually drops beside Alexander, peering over his shoulder.

I was able to get a few hours of sleep in, before startling awake from a nightmare.

*FLASHBACK TO PLANE*
Bold = nightmare ⚠️TW: RAPE, SELFHARM⚠️

He stalks closer to me, a wicked smirk planted on his lips. He tuts, punching me in the face and causing me to bleed.

"You've been bad, Penny." Adam soothes my hair down with his greasy sausage fingers.

I shake my head frantically. I was just looking at a picture of my mum.

"Bad girls deserve to be punished."

Adam then grips my hair tightly, making me wince as he pulls me onto shaky legs. I stumble on the stairs, trying to keep up with his fast pace. Blood trickles into my eye, clouding my vision and I touch my head with a wince. Oh my god.

"In." He demands in a crazed voice. My heart sinks to my stomach.

My trembling legs took me into his messy room. Before I could even think, I was thrown on the mattress.

Adam comes closer, stripping down to his boxers as he does so and I realise what he's doing. He's done this before, plenty of times. The pain never gets easier to handle and it never stops.

"Strip." I don't move. He whips across my stomach with his belt. "Now."

I whimper in pain, stripping to my bra and pants, knowing he loves to take those off himself.

And I feel everything. Down to his hands brushing my legs, his member entering my dry hole, causing an unimaginable agony to shoot through my body. The way his crusty lips suck and kiss my chest, my neck. I whimper, I cry, I scream. I twist away. I push him, I try to stop him.

But it's never enough.

I thought he was done. He was panting hard and shoving on his trousers. He moves towards a set of draws, pulling out a large dildo, much bigger than his little cock.

My eyes go wide in panic, i've never seen that before.

He turns to me, a malicious look in his eye.

"You're so good at this Penny. I'll make you feel so good." He smirks, grabbing my legs and causing immediate bruises.

His nails dig into my thighs as he pulls my hips closer. And, without warning, forces the whole thing inside me, causing me to scream in agony.

He pulls it in and out with force that makes me gip, I feel blood drip down my legs and watch as his face lights up.

After several painful minutes, his harsh gaze turns to my frightened eyes. He lifts his hand, scrubbing at the tear stains on my cheeks.

"You're so weak, Penny." He spits in my face. "I'll be back for you."

I shoot up panting, knocking off the blanket that was placed on me. Sweat trickles down my face as tears threaten to spill down. My face is undoubtedly pale and I stand up quickly, almost loosing balance.

"Sweetheart," I hear a familiar voice call out to me. "You're okay, you're having a panic attack."

I almost roll my eyes. No shit.

"I think she knows that, Lijah." I hear another voice say.

"Shush, Asher. Okay, i'm going to place your hand on my chest and I want you to try match my heartbeat." A man says softly, gripping my hand with a gentleness that feels unnatural.

I flinch away at first but allow him to guide my hand anyway.

"That's it, well done. Just keep breathing sweetheart, you're doing so well." He praises. "Axel, get a glass of water. Alexander get some headache tablets and a cold cloth."

I hear a mutter of agreement and some shuffling.

My breathing slows down. "Open your eyes." A voice commands softly.

Reluctantly, I peel my eyes open to see myself sat on the floor, Elijah sat with me. He has a concerned look on his voice and his hand is rubbing up and down my back. I shift away from his touch, ignoring his sympathetic glance.

"Where's your bathroom, please?" I croak out, going to stand.

"Maybe you should sit down a little longer." Elijah suggests carefully.

"I'm fine. Can you grab my bag for me please?" I ask, rocking slightly on my feet. Asher comes to stand next to me, making sure to keep a good distance.

"Come on, I can show you." He murmurs gently, after taking the bag from Elijah.

I just nod my head, anymore words and I'll be sick.

We head straight down the corridor and turn left through a set of doors. On the left  side, there was a door with a lock and Asher gestures to it, handing me my bag.

"Thank you." I say, rushing inside and quickly locking the door.

Once I hear his footsteps fade away, I let out a sigh and dig deep into my bag. I pull out my makeup bag, unzipping it and rolling up my sleeve.

I grab the first razor I can, slicing against my arm and not even waiting for blood as I go again, a little higher up. I do this several times, waiting for my heart to stop racing.

Eventually, my panic dies down even though the pain remains.

I clean off the razor and my wrist, shocked of how much blood there actually is. Luckily, I wore a black jumper. It takes almost ten minutes for the blood to slow slightly and I rush to pull down my sleeve.

I was going to leave but then the packet of cigarettes caught my eye. I was going to pull one out until I realise that they would catch me easy. Instead, i'd wait until tonight. Or, atleast i'd try.

I splash water on my face, scrubbing my sore eyes. I redo my hair into a ponytail and give a fake smile into the mirror. I will lie, tell them i'm fine. No more fuck ups.

I stash the makeup bag deep into the rucksack, giving myself a small pep talk before opening the door and stepping out.

At the end of the hallway was a concerned looking Asher and an annoyed Axel.

"Finally." Axel groans, walking away.

Asher rolls his eyes. "Everything okay?" I smile and nod. He doesn't look convinced but leaves it anyway. "Come on, we are almost at the airport."

*END OF FLASHBACK*

That's how I got here, sat in a very silent car and pulling up to a massive ass house.