Stolen at Birth

Chapter Eight

Chapter Eight

Jared's mother had just dropped her off at her house before driving off to drop everyone else back at their places. Keira really didn't want to go in the door; she really didn't want to face her father after such a good weekend. Sadly she didn't a choice because her father stormed out of the door and headed in her direction. Neither of them said anything as he pulled her back inside and up the stairs to her room. Keira didn't understand why he brought her to her room; he always 'punished' her in the lounge room in front of Jakob and her mother. But in her room was Jakob, whose face was so pale that he looked like a ghost and his blonde hair made him look even whiter. Her father tore her bag from her shoulder and tossed it across the room so hard that it smashed onto her dresser draws, smashing the glass sculpture she had of a teddy bear that Jakob had gotten for her sixteenth birthday last year. She knew that whatever was going on, she wouldn't help the situation by complaining about it, so she kept quiet, even though she wanted to scream in anger.

"Your brother and I have a surprise for you, slut," her father smirked at her while Jakob seemed to pale even more. This made her worried. "Since you love going around and giving it up for free, the least you can do is give it up for us."

Keira immediately paled, going whiter than her brother and looked at him in horror and confusion. When Jakob refused to meet her eyes, she tried to make a run for it because she knew that if she didn't get away, he father would do it. Her father had made the suggestion more than once in the past, but never actually did anything because Jakob made him stop.

Why isn't Jakob heling her now? she wondered.

"Where do you think you're going, slut?" her father yelled, leaping at her and grabbing her just before she reached the door. He pushed her onto the bed and she scrambled as far back form him as she could, but sadly her brother betrayed her by pinning her arms to the bed. Jakob held her down as their father came around tied her arms to the bed post with some rope he had pulled form his pocket. Keira scream and scream as loud she possibly could, but her father just punched her in the face, telling her to shut up while Jakob tired ropes around her ankles.

Now she was completely pinned to the bed and she had no power to stop them. She watched as they used her nail scissors to cut away her clothes, first her jumper and top, then her jeans and underwear, they left on her bra though.

"Now, my sweet daughter," smirked my father, who now stood at the end of Keira's bed, wearing nothing but his jeans. "You have a choice. Either I can fuck you while Jakob watches, or Jakob can fuck you while I watch and jerk off. I don't care what you pick."

Keira couldn't stop crying, but she calmed down enough to look at Jakob. He looked so guilty right now, but she couldn't blame him for any of this. She knew that their father must've threatened him somehow to get him to do this and let him know that through her eyes. He must've gotten the message, because he looked shocked at how easily she had forgiven him.

"If you're not gonna pick, I'll just fuck you," her father said as he quickly came around and started to pull him jeans down.

"No don't!" hissed Jakob, who now stood next to Keira, opposite their father.

"What? Do you wanna fuck her, son?" Jakob looked down at Keira and she slowly nodded as she understood his silent question.

"Yes, I do."

If their father was surprised, he hid it well. He just stood back and sat down in Keira's desk chair, where he started to rub his already hard erection through his jeans. Jakob slowly pulled off his clothes and sat over his sister. Neither of them wanted this, but in their silent conversation, they agreed that it was better that he did it and not their father as he wouldn't be gently with Keira at all. At least this way Keira wouldn't be physically hurt so much. Keira prepared herself for the pain she knew was coming and she screamed as her brother quickly entered her.

Afterwards Keira laid on her shower floor and cried while hot water rained on top of her, not that she cared. At that point, she just wanted to die. She was just raped by her brother against both their wills while their father watched and touched himself. Any love that she may have had for her father was gone then. No father should do this to their daughters and yet still, she will not say a word of it to anyone. No matter how much she hates it.

Keira had no idea with how she was going to manage at school tomorrow. All of her friends were going to see that she was in pain and she doubted that she would let anyone touch her now. She felt dirty and contaminated with her brother's touch and her father's lustful stares and moans. She wanted to die; she couldn't live in this lifeless life anymore.

With that thought she grabbed her razor that she used to shave her legs, pulled it apart until she held one blade in her hand and pressed it against her left wrist. She imagined all the lines of blood she was going to paint her arm with, but just as she pressed the blade into her skin there was a sudden knock at her door. Keira reluctantly dropped the blade and wrapped herself in her big fluffy purple robe before opening the door. There stood her brother, who looked like he had just gotten out of his own shower by the sight of his wet hair. He still looked pale and guilt was all over his face.

"Are you ok?" he asked his sister. When she shook her head saying that she was far from being ok, he stepped forward to take her into his arms, but she practically fell backwards trying to get away from him. Jakob felt hurt by her rejection.

"I'm sorry," she whimpered to her brother. "I don't blame you for what happened and I forgive you, but I can't have you touching me right now. Please understand."

"I do understand Keira and I wish I didn't have to do that, but we both know that dad wouldn't have been gently at all and I didn't want you to suffer anymore."

"I know that, I didn't want father to do that either. But I need to be alone right now, please leave."

"Ok."

Jakob left without another word and Keira went back to the shower and grabbed the blade again, but when she held it to her wrist, she just didn't have the energy to kill herself anymore, but needed to do something, so she slowly slid the blade across her forearm. It was away from her wrist, far from her veins, but still provided some comfort. Keira never understood why some people felt the need to cut, but she did in that instant. She felt better to feel the pain of the blade slicing into her flesh; it distracted her from her real pain. That was the medicine that she needed to get through this. Keira cut herself two more times, so she had three even lines on her arm before she cleaned away the blood and reassembled her razor before replacing it back in her shower. Now no one would know what she used and she continue whenever she felt like it.

She may not have the energy to kill herself anymore, but that doesn't change the fact that she wished that someday her father would take it too far and end her miserable and pointless life. She doubted anyone would miss her, except for Jakob, even after what he did to her.

A/N

Hey guys!! Another chapters up, third in one day!!

This ones a little shorter then the others.

But how messed up is her father and poor Jakob being forced to do that :(

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