...1 year before...
"Do I have to?"
I wince as I know what's coming next.
*slap*
I hear the deafening sound of my little brother falling to his knees. Why can't he just learn to shut up. Our stepfather, Bill was a cruel, hard and cold man who only gave the slightest of respect to my mother who I am very sad to say is more of a cünt than he is.
Sadly, ever since my brother was able to crawl our mother and stepfather felt they had they right to lay their disgusting hands on him. When they were angry, sad or just in the mood for violence they would take it out on James.
My step fathers cruel voice spits.
"Go help your sister in the kitchen now you füćkîńg mútt".
I watch as he slys into the kitchen his small lanky legs shaking as they can barely hold his own weight. James is my 15 year old brother. He has received many cruel beatings and comments from his own family after they found out that James had rare yet very severe asperges.
This means that whenever my darling little brother is asked to do something he will immediately talk back and challenge our 'parents questions'. They then started beating him senseless at the ripe age of 10. There was once a case so severe that Bill had knocked my brother so hard that he shattered 4 bones in his ripcage. Desperately, I would always beg Bill to stop and to leave him, he has asperges. I knew he was the evil eat man I had meet and would ever meet when he laughed, looked me dead in the eye and chanted.
"I'll beat the asperges out of him". He repeated these words constantly in a song like pattern so that they are now permanently burnt into my head.
I glance at him my heart feeling as if I may break at any minute. I kneel down and inspect the scarred lost face that many years in this house have created in his once vibrant, happy and lively face. It's a face that I'm afraid I bare as well.
I wipe my fingers under his eyes to collect his tears, I pull him into a tight hug.
"What have we done to deserve this Sapph" His small voice cracking with the pain that fills his body.
"I don't know James I don't know".
The doors are thrown open and I can see the rage evident on my step fathers face. Cowardly, I grab James and sly away from my stepfather afraid of what he will do next.
I grimace as a smile that reflects one of the devils ,grazes at me with a disgusting evil kind of lust lurking behind his eyes.
"How sweet" he spits." Little Sapphire protecting her little brother".
His 'smile' turns in an instant and he has an all too common look of hatred on his face.
"Did I say sweet, I meant pathetic".
James hides behind me as I grip my hands tightly around his arms, but the words I dread the most are heard from his foul lips.
"Sophia I think you need to be punished".
