𝙷𝚎'𝚜 𝙰𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎? | Lookism

Chapter 1

TW: abuse
If you're uncomfortable with it, I advice you to not read this chapter. But ofc it's up to your decision.

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⚠️TW: ABUSE⚠️
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"WHO TOLD YOU TO EAT!"

*slap*

"YOU UNGRATEFUL BRAT! I DECIDED TO LET YOU LIVE, BUT YOU TAKE IT FURTHER!" The voice of an angry woman heard from all directions. That voice was followed by screams, painful fear, begging words from my older brother, Eli.

Why am I not moving? Why am I not saving him? Why do I do nothing?

It's pointless to do so. Instead they will go harder on big bro and punish me too. I don't want that, and neither does big bro. What should I do?

All I can do, is wait there. Nothing again, nothing can be done. I just need to wait. I heard my brother's screams for help, his voice of fear, hear it helplessly as tears started to form in my eyes.

A few minutes later, a lady who i call "step-mother" came out of the back room, the place where she beat my big brother. I waited until she was away, then ran to my brother.

Tears fell down from my eyes without me noticing. I ran to my brother's arms, hugging him, knowing that I didn't help him at all.

"I'm fine, Y/N," he assured. His voice, soft and reassuring. But I know he wasn't. He wasn't okay, he was hurt, he was in pain.

"No, you're not. I'm sorry I didn't help you," I replied while I cry. I do not know why I cried. I never cried when he was like this before, but for some reason, I did. I just felt something is going to happen, something that will make me miss my big brother.

Something did happen.

The next day I went to see him, but he wasn't there. He wasn't in the back room. He was gone.

I was devastated. He was my reason to keep going, I was his reason to keep going. We were always there for each other, but he was gone. He was sure not dead, but he was not here.

"He... ran away," I muttered with disbelief. Why did he do this? Why did he leave me alone in this hell hole?

Then a word from step-mother was heard. "So you were the one helping him, you knew the consequences right, Y/N?".

Those words sent shivers down my spine. She knew. I am doomed. I looked at step-mother with fear, knowing it won't end well with me.

Without noticing, tears started to form and that made my step-mother mad.

"WIPE THAT TEAR OFF YOUR FACE, BRAT! OR I WILL GIVE YOU A REASON TO CRY!" She screamed at me. I quickly wipe my face and stood silent there.

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Ever since that day, their actions towards me had been worse. They wouldn't cook food for me, they would not take me to school, and etc. My life has been worse than before, and I know it's because I helped big bro before.

It wasn't anything physical, until that one time.

I was 12, and just went home from school. As usual, I was alone since the others had went for an outing together. I just did what I usually do, when they finally came home. But step-father was in a bad mood, and seeing my face might make it even worse. I knew that and ran towards my room to hide, but he was going to my room.