Reunited

VI. Eden

It starts the next morning after Carlos went out.

The sound of my father s voice got me up from my bad. I could smell the wiskey radiateing from him and considering hîș dark undereyes he probably didn t sleep. He stays up drinking when he s pissed. He was probably to tried to let his Angers out on me, but as soon as the sun rised in the Sky so did his temperament.
" Where is your mother and Carlos?"

" What? Sleeping" They never woke up this early, neither did my dad.

" They re not here."

I Ran up the stairs into his room. It was just like you expected a teenage boy s bedroom to look like, but he also has a bookshelf and posters, plus that stupid visionboard of his. What chaught my attention was his cold bed, meaning he hasn t slept here. He s stayed out with his friends until late before, but never all night. That wasn t Carlos.

" I told you they aren t here. What the hell did you do?"
" I didn t do anything, I swear."
" Liar. Where are they?"

" I don t know. Mom saw me when I went inside my room. Carlos went out." He was fuming and I was worried about Carlos.
He punces me, braking my nose. A river of blood ran down my lips and neck.

He pulled me by my hair, until we were back in the basment, where he trew me against the wall. My already blue ribs were kicked several time. I covered my head with my hands and reminded myself that one day this will all be over. Soon.

As soon as he left my room, I proceded to wash myself, rinsong of the Red liquid and bandage my burning stomach. I haven t eaten yeasterday, so that wasn t helping my hadache.

I laid put my clothes for school, picking out some gray joggers and red hoodie. I don t bother covering my face with make up as it wasn t healed. No one would ask anyway. They all taught my bruises were from fights and in some way it was, but dad hits a hell of a lot harder then I do. Even with all my Angers botteled up, I can t afford to let it out knowing that I have a brother whom he may switch his ,, special" tratment. My whole life I have taken every hit, every touch hoping that Carlos was safe and he was, so my plan worked, only I have lost myself in the proces. Of maybe I was broken from the very beggining.

Before I got the chance to get going, the door flew open reaviling my da and other men fallowing behind him. They all had smirked attached to their desguisting faces. He had alredy called them. I should ve suspect this when he let me of so easily.

They tied my hands and ankles with the chains attached to the walls. They procceded to ask me where Carlos and mum were, but I truly didn t know. They thought this would make me speak. Even If I did know Something, I was so used to this It wouldn t work. At first it hurts, then it changed you, the way you think, feel and live. It changes everything and You can never be the old You again. In my case I Don t remember a time when this wasn t happaning, și there isn t an old me, there isn t a person that I fight to bring back. I am who I am.

I felt my dad s lips conect with my neck. Others were undressing themselves and ripping my clothes of me. They te hands were roaming all over me, whispering in my rar things I knew all too well.
I didn t cry when I felt the thrusts or they de mouth on me. I didn t cry until, hours later, they left the room and I felt the tears pooling,witch I blinked away. I can not fall apart. My father knew from the begging that I didn t know where mum and Carlos where, but he didn t care.

Since I already missed most of the school dau, I decided there was no reason to go at all.
I needed an escape and when the rasor that i have hid in the bathroom I took comfort in the only way I could. I turned to drugs. I called Ronan Bennet who hapily agred to meet me. That is how I used my savings.

" Hey, kiddo! How are things?" He knew about my abuse. I started going to him years ago and after seeing all the bruises he figured it out. He didn t care, witch was exactly what I wanted so I kept coming back. It bacame a habit. I couldn t go throw days without it.

" Things are fine. "

" What can I help you with? Heroin and oxy, as usual?" I noded. I used oxy less, but the lights effect helped when I wasn t in big chrises. That wasn t very often.

After giving him the money, I headed back home since no one was there. Carlos didn t know about this anc it would stau like this.
I injected the niddle in my arm, leaving another black mark. Soon, it knocked me out. I could feel nothing and my mind finaly went quiet. I wanted to stay like this forever.
When I woke up, I checked my phone and found two missed calls from Carlos. A wave of guilt took over me. I called him back and when I Heard that he was kidnap I felt my hart stop in my chest. But it didn t make sense. They let him call me and he didn t seem scared at all. I then Heard him talk to someone, telling me that someone will pick me up.

Shaking of the dizzyness that washed over me as soon as I got up, I made my way outside. The cold air hit my face, makeing me regret not puting more clothes on. I was always a cold freak.

At Mc Donald s, I found a black fancy car. The driver got out and came to me. I made a step back.

" Are you Eden? " I nodded.

" I m here to pick you up" i fallowed him in desbelive. The interior was just as sofisticated.

What the hell did my brother get us into?