We're Siblings

chapter 2

A young, blue-haired boy looked out the window of an abandoned building. The building wasn't abandoned, but it was occupied by horrible men. That was what Joyce told the young boy. He said they were in a brothel, and they forced young boys to do heinous acts. The boy backed away from the window after he saw a violet-haired, blue-eyed man walking by. He turned around and looked at the black-haired boy laying on the ground. He walked over to the boy and laid down beside him. "Harold," he whispered, tugging on the boy's tattered tee shirt.

"Yes Gabriel?" Harold asked; his voice was raspy and hoarse from screaming for mercy. He slowly turned around to face Gabriel, revealing bright blue eyes that shined like diamonds. His eyes were swollen from crying, and his lips were cracked from the lack of water and the dry air. He had his hands wrapped around his slim waist.

Gabriel whimpered, and he hugged Harold. He didn't know why he and his brothers had to go through this health. He was adopted by the Jones family. He thought they were kind and caring people, but the moment he could form coherent sentences, Mister and Missus Jones had dragged him, Harold, and Joyce to a rundown area of Levona City. They were sold to a brothel. The owner of the brothel went by the name of "Uncle". Uncle was a fat, balding man with most of his teeth replaced by golden crowns. The profits that were made from selling Joyce and throwing him from one man to the other were used for buying drugs and birth control, but it also was used for lavish renovations.

"I want a new mommy and daddy," Gabriel answered quietly. His blue eyes started watering with tears. It had only been a year since the Jones brothers were sold to the brothel, but it was the worst year of their life. Gabriel and Harold were threatened to be sold to corrupt businessmen on multiple occasions, and being the oldest of the three, Joyce had to beg Uncle to leave his brothers alone. He was willing to give up his innocence and body for the safety of his younger brothers. Gabriel and Harold were now seven and eight years old, but during that year, they had to listen to Joyce screaming with pain.

Gabriel squeaked when he heard a blood-curdling scream from the room next door. "It hurts! It hurts!" A young man screamed. The voice belonged to Joyce. Tears ran down Gabriel's cheeks, and he covered his ears to tune out the sound of his brother getting raped. He sobbed violently. Harold sat up and pulled Gabriel close. He wrapped his arms around Gabriel's small body, using his hand to cover Gabriel's head. He sobbed as he listened to Joyce's painful screams and cries to stop. The sound suddenly stopped. Harold squeezed his eyes shut. He flinched when he heard the door slam open.

He heard a loud thud and low man's voice scream, "Stupid bitch! You can't even perform sex properly! We only let you do this shit because your brothers are too young!" The voice belonged to Uncle. A painful groan was heard as the door slammed shut. Harold slowly opened his eyes, and he slowly turned around to look at his older brother. Joyce was a blonde man with eyes as green as emeralds, and currently, he was moaning in pain. He had his arms wrapped around his stomach. Blood was covering his entire thighs. Tears ran down Joyce's cheeks, and there was a large red mark around his neck.

Harold gasped and yelled in an aggressive whisper: "Joyce! A-Are you okay?!"

Joyce smiled weakly and nodded. He slowly sat up, wincing at the pain. He dragged his body over to his brothers, a trail of blood followed behind him. "Yeah... I'm okay," he whispered. His voice was shot from all the screaming and cries. Joyce held his younger brothers close. His heart was breaking because Harold was starting to get the same abuse, but he was glad that things hadn't gone extreme. Joyce looked down at Gabriel. He laughed weakly and ran his hand through Gabriel's blue hair. "I hope... I hope that Gabe will ne..ver... have... to..."

Thud.

Harold and Gabriel watched in shock when Joyce fell to the ground. Harold let out a scream, and Gabriel was silent from shock and fear. Gabriel held his hands up to mouth, trying not to scream. He couldn't believe it. Was Joyce dead? Harold pressed two fingers against Joyce's wrist. He left out a sigh of relief when he felt a pulse, but the pulse was slow. It was too slow. Harold sobbed as he hung his head low. He held his hands up to his face and sobbed. He wished that Joyce would have died. Death was so much more peaceful and caring than the living hell he and his brothers were enduring.