Skylar Miller was only ten years old when everything began to fall apart. First, it was the quiet disappearances-one sibling at a time-until only three of her siblings remained in her life. Then came the accident, a day that left her with more than...
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| Luke Miller |
"The trauma runs deeper than you think. It happened so long ago, that it felt like it never happened, hence why I act like I don't have anything wrong with me, but I do, I swear. I swear I am more broken then you think, and that it did happen. It did, or maybe it didn't...?"
Shutting the door to my bedroom on my eldest brother, I rested my back against the door. I couldn't handle any more of those stupid looks where they think they know everything. They know nothing about half of the shit that goes on in my mind. They don't know anything, yet they walk around like they own the place.
Seeing Grayson holding my sister, had been my last straw. I had to get her out of here, whether or not Shane agreed or as our legal guardian, we had to be in the same house as him. But we didn't have to. I had done the research that we just had to lie whenever CPS came around, and then we were fine.
I had done it before, when all of us lived together, but CPS didn't need to know that legal adults were hanging around us. That Riley's friends back then, whom were full of drugs, were hanging around children that were under the age of 10, showing them the cool knives they had collected. CPS never had to know that, just how unsafe our house had really been.
From letting Shane's friends in whenever he wasn't home to destroy our little sister, Riley had done the same before. I had seen Sky's situation from my own eyes, having my own story. I walked to the bathroom I shared with Noah, checking he wasn't here as I beelined for the counter, pulling at my shirt and checking the scars.
The scars that littered the base of my neck and shoulders. I knew whenever I went for a surf Noah could see them, as could the rest of them, but it was only Noah I worried about. He felt like a failure any time something happened to Sky or myself. He hated on himself for it, but it wasn't his fault. It wasn't our fault. It was the people our siblings trusted enough to constantly bring them around us to leave a mark on us so that no one could see.
"No one will see, little boy, just how much of a man you could be, eh?" a knife was lifted to my cheek this time, as the man grinded on me, before kissing down my neck, leaving his kisses all over the scars he had left on me previously. His girlfriend stood behind him, smiling, almost like she was loving to see her boyfriend try to fuck a 8 year old boy.
Staring at myself in the mirror, I swallowed, hating myself. I hated that I had let it happen to the point where I had to stare at myself in a mirror, and tell myself that I was alive. That I had made it through it all, and made it to the other side. I was still here, standing, not with a knife to my throat, and people kissing my neck. I was okay, and I would be fine.
I had to be. People depended on me being okay. "Hey Luke, dinner is ready" I shivered, jumping out of my skin at how simple it all was. I turned to the doorway, knowing my door was shut and locked, but that had never stopped anyone. It hadn't stopped people barging in and demanding more than what you told them you could give. It never stopped the nightmares either.
