A dangerous gamble

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Word count: 4209 words minus bold notes

The next few days Y/n distanced herself from Nile, she was very weary about telling him anything that she found regarding Hart or his parents. Going off little of what Kyoya said, is abusive parents really enough to drive someone crazy enough to kill their own sister? Y/n sighed as she laid on her back, looking up at the gold rimmed ceilings, the suitcases in the corner caught her eye. She had been putting off looking through Dalia's stuff for days, the thought of looking through her stuff knowing she was dead made Y/n sick.

Slowly walking over Y/n unzipped the big blue suitcase. Papers and journals spilling out immediately, covering the floor with filled journals, photos, drawings and notes. Y/n gathered them all together, resting them on the floor in a pile. Grabbing a pillow Y/n got to searching. Journals with sticky notes and page markers in all different colors, one journal specifically caught her eye.. it was pristine and well more taken care of then the others, not even a single crease in the spine. The first sentence made Y/n choke back tears.

"If something happens to me. My brother is responsible."

Dalia's POV

When my parents died it was hell for me.. they were the only ones who cared for me, made sure I constantly took my medicine, made sure I made it to every doctors visit.. they never let anything bad happen to me.. but the day that I found them was so horrible.. the look on my moms face as she took her last breath.. I remember crying out for Damian but he never came.. only looked sad when the police showed up.. but I know that was all an act. The cops took us into custody immediately, there was just another family murdered 2 weeks ago.. they were worried we were in danger also.

The look on my brothers face said it all, he had absolutely no emotion, he looked.. pleased.. like he was happy that our parents were gone.. only thing I knew was that now.. he's responsible for me.. and that is the worst thing that could ever happen. "I'm sure you two already know. But your parents are deceased. We are looking into what happened, as you know that family homicide last week has us up in arms. Is there anything you can tell us from what you remember?"

I look over at Damian, he's sitting with a blank expression on his face, the detective rested his hand on his shoulder, rubbing it softly as what looked like an attempt to comfort him. "Dalia, do you remember anything?" I nodded, tears welling in my eyes as I was about to start sobbing, the image of the blood splattered all over the wall is what kept peering in my mind. "My mom.. she screamed.. like she was startled.. like someone had scared her.. then dad started yelling.. there was a couple minutes of yelling.. followed by silence and a few thuds.."

He wrote down notes as I spoke, feeling the chill of eyes on me I saw my brother death glaring me, his eyes piercing deep into my soul.. the more I spoke the more I seemed to anger him. "I went downstairs after the screaming stopped... that's when I saw my mom laying on the floor.. her.. face.. she was breathing very shallow.. when I got to her. It was to late.. the sound of blood in her throat as she laid there.. My father was in the room away from her.. laying on the floor face up.. before I could get to him I"

There was a sharp kick delivered to my shin causing me to choke on my saliva, my heart jumping to my throat. "I grabbed Dalia before she could see what happened. I was worried that whoever hurt our.. parents was still in the house and would hurt her next." He was lying.. I can tell by the look in his eyes.. but it's not like I can speak out against him now.. after that pool party he went too months ago he became obsessed with working out and became super strong.. his muscles are concealed under his hoodie right now. But I know he can easily snap me in two.

The detective held my hand, telling me that I did so good for remembering what I saw.. he promised that he would find the person who killed our parents. Little did he know the person who did it was sitting right in front of him. "So since you have no other family.. and Dalia since your only 16, your brother will now be in charge of you. There should be a financial counselor coming to talk about what you earn from your parents." There it was, the news that I was dreading. My brother was in charge of me, and I knew that I would end up like my parents.. the question is when.