Sister, darling

Claire

He threw me in last night, and I hadn't  slept since. How could I? He put me in the trunk of his stupid red car, probably something expensive, and I woke up in his attic. The last thing I remembered was him in our lounge, his shot gun pressed against the back of my mothers head. My father already lay on the ground, crimson running off his lips like water. He killed my family, the people I loved most in the world.

I hated him. I had a burning flame inside my chest for him.

I wanted to kill him. I wanted to rip the sick smirk off his face.

It was so hot. My hand wiped away a bead of sweat which was running down my temple. I came to terms that no one would hear my screams... I had run out of tears about an hour ago.

I walked around the room, my tatty converse thumping on the dirty floor, and stood in front of the window. I glanced at the mirror to my right, my reflection was a ghost of my normal self. The light drifting from the window made my under eyes sparkle, reflecting the left-over tear-tracks that still lingered. Bags under my eyes aged me a few years older than I was, and a swollen purple bruise was crawling down my neck.

He has the wrong girl, he thinks I'm someone named Olivia. The only Olivia in the neighbourhood is the girl who works at the bowling alley. But I didn't even know if I was still in my neighbourhood.

I missed my mum. I missed my dad. I missed Tom. I wanted to be home in my bed. I noticed tears were cascading down my cheeks again. I wiped my face with the palms of my hands and gazed into the rolling hills out the window.

Suddenly, a faint bang of a car door came from the other side of the house, and I dashed over the trap door. My breath fogged up the glass as I leant over the window sill and tried to bend my sight to reach his stupid red car. I couldn't see but I could hear his feet, crunching the pebbles in the driveway. Another car door opened and closed, and I could hear him stumble to the front door.

Thudding downstairs made my heart beat in my ears and I shrunk away from  the trap door, as far away as possible, in the corner of the corroding bunk bed. I stared at the trap door, silently begging it not to open.

It didn't listen.

The man poked his head up, and squinted at me.
"Olivia! You're awake!" He sang, his mouth spread wide in a smile, showing off yellow, plaque coated, teeth.

"I am not Olivia", I hissed, trying my best to present myself confidently, although my palms were sweating and my knees shook.

His eyes turned dark, and he ducked back under the floor. I could hear grunts coming from his direction, and he appeared again, this time carrying a girl in his arms, who had a wound in the side of her head. He stood up and placed her on the double bed in front of him.

"GET OFF HER BED", he thundered, his eyes filled with hate.

I jumped off quickly, shocked at his sudden change in character. I swallowed the lump in my throat. I nodded my head at the unconscious girl, and tenderly asked, "who's that?".

His face softened and gazed down lovingly at the innocent looking female. "This is your sister, Jess" he cooed.
"I don't have a sister", I said, eyeing him suspiciously.

"THIS IS YOUR SISTER, JESS", the man yelled, "AND I AM YOUR BROTHER, DARCY". His neck twitched and his face was turning red.

"I don't have a-", he stomped across the attic floor towards me. I was interrupted by his hand, whipping across my face, leaving my cheek hot and stinging.

"I have finally found YOU BOTH again. YOU have come back to me and you WILL NOT LEAVE. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?" Darcy pointed his fat fingers and shouted at me.

I was taken aback. Speechless.

"DO YOU?", his head cocked sideways aggressively.

"Y-yes", I stammered, still shocked at his sudden outburst.

"Brother", he demanded, his voice calm again.

"Y-yes brother", I repeated, my lip trembled.

"Good", his face quickly changed, and his lips slipped into a warm smile. "Oh and when she wakes, try your best to settle her in, introduce her to the family again", he ordered casually.

Before I could reply, he had vanished back down the trap door, leaving me shaking in the middle of the attic. I tentatively walked towards the double bed, and I heard the lock on the other side of the trapdoor click.