"The course of true love never did run smooth." ~ William Shakespeare
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Kailani Hummel, an innocent small-town genderfluid teenager, gets sucked into a world that seems like only they can navigate in an attempt to save everyone they love. Will Qu...
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Vaughn felt her eyes straining from looking between her younger sisters, never once closing them. She was still tied to an uncomfortable chair, this time with wheels for easy transfer of rooms.
The tape over her mouth had been replaced after August fell into an asthma attack. She was stuck with some sort of gag that was tied so tight she swore it was digging into the sides of her mouth and kinking her jaw. Her wrist was bruising from tugging on the zip ties, and she swore her bladder would give out eventually — they did kidnap them right after eating like idiots.
August was handcuffed to a table with an oxygen mask over her face. She had wires connected to her, the lead places Vaughn couldn't figure out. She did see a heart monitor that thankfully showed her sister's state was still in the alive category. Her only concern was the blood on her forehead from where Holden bashed her head when August tried to make an escape, knocking her out cold with at least a concussion to fight with.
Juniper was on the left side of the room, looking like one of those test rats in movies. She was hooked up to more wires than August and had someone checking in on her every few minutes.
"She's fading out again." Daniel informed Holden, who was watching something on his phone. The man rolled his eyes when the young man turned and flashed his phone screen at Vaughn.
"Well, aren't you a little star." Holden smirked when Vaughn's eyes darted away from her TikTok account. "You ever think of posting thirst traps? Our genetics would put you on the map."
Vaughn wrinkled her nose in disgust as Holden twirled her dark hair and slowly moved his fingers down her neck to touch the black cross. She tried to lean away from him, but he caught the jewelry quickly and yanked her back toward him.
"I'm trying to be a good brother, Vaughn." Holden insisted, reaching up and tugging the gag out of Vaughn's mouth. "Come on. Talk to your big brother."
"Go fuck yourself, big brother." Vaughn spat.
"I know your Mom doesn't let you talk like that." Holden hissed, grabbing Vaughn's sore jaw and gripping it tightly until the teenager's eyes filled with tears. "What's wrong, Sis? Bite your tongue?"
"Just let us go home!" Vaughn whimpered, tugging her face away from Holden. She looked down and let her hair curtain in front of her, moving her mouth around to cure the pain in her jaw.
"You see, I can't." Vaughn tensed as Holden began petting her hair, rubbing her back, and squeezing her shoulders in some sickening supportive way. "You're not safe with your Mom. She's lied to you. Doesn't that bother you?"
