The Lost Sister

Chapter Eight

Nicole

There is a pounding in my head. I feel like I was run over by a bus. How could I be hung over when I didn't even drink that much last night? I groan and turn over in the soft gold comforter.

Wait. Gold comforter?

I don't have a gold comforter. My comforter is navy blue because that's the only thing Jake picked out for our bedroom. I bolt up but that makes my head feel like it's about to explode.

"Ahh." I squeeze my eyes shut and bring my fingers to my temples, rubbing soothing circles.

"Well good morning, sunshine." I hear a voice say.

My eyes whip open and I'm greeted with those familiar icy blue eyes I saw in the E.R a few days ago.

What. The. Fuck.

"L-Lloyd?"

His smile widens when he realizes I recognize him. He has a lollipop in his mouth but takes it out and throws it in the trash. He strolls over and on the chair near the window.

"And here was me thinking you wouldn't remember me. But damn, I should have known better." He smirks and leans back in the chair.

"What's going on?" I ask but I have to keep the fear that I am feeling back. "Why did you take me?"

Lloyd's gaze roams over me, like he is assessing me. My heart is beating so fast that I'm sure he can hear it. Just then a knock comes on the door.

"Enter." Lloyd says.

The door creaks open and I am met with the same green eyes I saw yesterday. I shuffle back on the end trying to put as much distance as I can with the man who captured me. He pauses and frowns when I scoot away. Almost like he's sad I put the extra distance between us. The frown is gone when he locks eyes with Lloyd and instead his face hardens.

"How does it feel to be reunited?" Lloyd asks.

I look at Lloyd with confusion. But Lloyd isn't staring at me, he is staring at the man. I slice my gaze to him. His jaw is so tightly clenched I'm worried he is going to crack his teeth.

"Go ahead pumpkin." Lloyd tips his chin towards me. "Tell her who you are."

When he doesn't say anything, Lloyd pulls out a gun and aims it at me. I cower in fear, hugging my knees to my chest. Fat tears fall down my eyes as I think of my parents who are probably worried sick about me since I haven't talked to them since yesterday. We make it a point to talk each morning since I've been busy with work. I can't imagine the fear they must be feeling right now. They know I would never miss a call from them.

I hear the gun click as Lloyd gets up from his chair. He pulls my head back and presses the cold metal of the gun against my temple. My body begins to shake as he runs the gun up and down the side of my face, resting it under my chin.

"Tell her." His ice cold voice demands.

"I'm Ryan." He shouts. He steps forward but Lloyd stops him by pointing the gun at him. He tsks. "Tell her the whole truth."

Ryan sighs and drops his head to his chest. He takes a deep breath before locking eyes with me.

"My name is Ryan Evans but my birth name is Matt Gentry."

My eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"I don't...what?" I begin to stammer.

"Shh." Lloyd says while pressing the barrel of the gun against my lips. "He's not finished."

"I'm your brother." Ryan says.

"What?" The question comes out in a whisper.

Immediately, my mind began to go over every single memory I could remember. "It's not possible." My voice cracks.

Lloyd releases his hold on me but drags me from the bed. I try resisting at first and look towards Ryan for help but all he does is stand there. Lloyd throws me down in his once occupied chair and gestures for Ryan to take the seat across from me.

"Now that introductions are out of the way. Let's get you caught up on the family tree." He says while perching on the arm of my chair. He slings his arm around me and rubs soothing circles on my shoulder. The gesture confuses me considering he had a gun to my head just seconds ago. A trail of goosebumps follow the path of his fingers down my arm.

Ryan's eyes narrow at Lloyd for a brief second before he schools his emotions. He pulls something from his back pocket and places it on the table face down. He tips his chin towards it while looking at me.

Hesitating, I reach for it and turn it over. It's a picture of me, two young boys, and a woman.. My wide eye gaze meets his before looking back down at the picture. Back and forth my eyes look at the picture and at Ryan. This can't be real. While I knew I was adopted my parents never told me I had siblings. Why didn't they tell me?

"This doesn't make sense." I mutter.

Ryan leans forward resting his arms on the table. "You were three years old in that picture. It was taken right before our mom died."

My hands shake as I continue to stare at the woman in the picture. My hair, my eyes, my nose, it's all her. That's my birth mother. Teardrops fall on the picture and I quickly wipe away the ones on my cheek. Why did I not know I had brothers?

"This doesn't make sense." I repeat. I toss the photo down as if it scotched my hands. "My parents told me I didn't have any siblings when they adopted me." I sit back and cross my arms. "And they would never lie to me." I say, lifting my chin. But at the last second my chin trembles as I fight the urge to cry.

I know in my heart that my parents wouldn't lie to me. But it's no mistake that I look just like the woman in the photo and so does Ryan. Matt. Whatever the hell his name is.

Lloyd pulls me in closer and runs soothing circles down my back. I hate the way the tension instantly leaves my body. Ryan glares at Lloyd but keeps quiet. Lloyd stands and tucks his gun into the waist of his pants.

He claps his hands then rubs them together. "Well now that  everything's out in the open let's get down to business."

He pulls a black cloth out of his pocket and then covers my mouth with it. I start to squirm but he presses his forearm against my throat. "Now, now, Princess, just relax. It won't stay on you long."

Ryan grunts as he stands and pulls out rope. Where the fuck was he keeping that??

He gently takes my hands and ties them together. He won't look me in the eyes. I don't understand why I am here. If he's my brother why is he doing this to me? I choke on a sob as fresh tears begin to fall. Once Ryan is done tying my hands together he walks out the room. My heart sinks at his retreating form. Why isn't he protecting me if he's my brother?

"Ignore him." Lloyd says. "He's been moodier than usual lately." He lifts me out of the chair and places me in the corner of the room. Then he pulls his phone out and snaps a picture of me. I wonder if this is some freaky kink of his and if he's going to use the picture later to jack off tonight.

But the thought of Lloyd touching himself while looking at a picture of me sends a jolt of arousal down to my core. That's concerning.

Lloyd unwraps my hands first then removes the cloth from my mouth. He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear and his finger lingers there for a bit as we stare at each other. My heart is beating erratically out of fear and something else.

"Is what Ryan said true?" I ask Lloyd.

Lloyd smiles softly at me. "Yes."

Then he turns and walks away before he's out the door though he stops. Turning his head to the left so I only see his profile. "And it's because of your other brother that you are in this mess." Then he walks out, closing the door behind him. I hear a soft click and realize he locked me in.

I stare at the picture left on the table and look at the oldest boy, my other brother I am assuming. If Ryan knew about me does that mean this guy knows about me too? If so, what the hell did he do to put me in this fucking mess?