love should be love and not pain

Love should be love and not with Pain

                                      
It was clear that she didn't want us around. Her slaps rained down vigorously  on our faces. Kio, my eldest brother stood at short distance away. Trying his best not to let go of his rage. Knowing if he tried to show resistance to her authority could only increase her anger and make matters worst. So instead, as much as he didn't want to watched Richelle, my sister, and I suffer the consequences of a matter she thought happened.
After the dreadful moment we sat down on the back porch. Richelle still shaken said absolutely nothing. Kio, on the other hand, was completely frustrated.
"The nerve of her!" he went on. Kicking and punching the air.
"Kio please lower your voice. She might hear you." I said trying to reason with him. I didn't want him to get the same ill-treatment. Well eventually he would have received it. Like he had many times, but I didn't want him to receive any while she was still angry.
"Don't tell me be to quiet. She's always doing this, taking advantage of you two. Calling you names, making a fool of us in front of everyone. We are people too! Not just some dead corpse she found along the road side!"
With that he got up and stormed away leaving Richelle and I on the step. I looked over at Richelle and felt sorry for her.
"Hey, it's going to be ok" I comfortingly said.
She became more tearful. I gave out a short sigh and placed my hand on her shoulder then drew closer to her.
Richelle was only nine and I feared the abuse from mother will distort her later on in her life. I wished everyday that we would disappear from the prison hole of a home. Kio was seventeen. He had recently left school and wonder off day to day finding odd jobs around the community to do. Mother's reputation prevented him from receiving a proper job from the small businesses in our community. If he had to get work he would have to travel far. Very far according to him. And he didn't want to take the risk of being faraway from us. In case mother would go on another rampage.
The money he received was spent on Richelle mainly. She being the youngest was granted less attention from mother. Actually she would continously tell her that she was insignificant to life. And that she was a mistake, a huge accident and non important. The rest was for my schooling. Helping me when I needed  extra money when I had SBAs to do. Unnecessary to say mother was selfish around her money and kept it closer to her heart than any of us.
It would be more realistic to ran off to father. That would be possible if any of them were alive. Kio had a different father to Richelle and I. Mother's first husband. His cause of death was suspicious. But no one had the guts enough to tackle on mother. She was loud and she made everything about her. So she was always in a right. So she believes. But most importantly she did absolutely any and everything to get what she wanted.
To prove my point I could recall vividly the time the next door neighbour tried to expose some of her undercover business. She quickly brought in the police. Stating that she was being verbally harassed by him. Going as far as making faults accusations. I shook my head in disgust every time I thought of something she did. It crushed my heart each time. Sometimes it was hard to believe that I was born to her and she was an actual person.
As much as I tried to make the most out of the life; that I wish was not handed to me. It was obviously hard. Sometimes too hard. Others in the community would look down on us. Reason being; mother would go around sipping well on her alcohol, say awful things about her own flesh and blood. Then turn around like nothing ever happened. But we notice. Especially when we were close to someone in the area. And after a while of mingling with her they suddenly stop saying the small heys and hellos that make you feel like you actually exist.  I never understood why people gave her the light of day. She never spent it wisely anyways.
"Get inside!" she yelled interrupting Richelle's weeping. Cashing my thoughts.  My heart skipped, dropped and came back to its place. "Kimberley, I thought I told you to wash all the dishes. Get to work!"
Richelle and I slowly got up. Trying our best to pass far away from her as possible. When I passed she pushed my head into the wall.
"Ouch." I thought saying it any louder would cause a lot more problem. I just told myself what I always tell myself. Suck it up. You're a big girl. It will get better and eventually this rope will come to a end. 
I started on the dishes. Well she hovered  around. But her attention wasn't on me for the very first time. It was glued on her phone. Texting and blushing away. I became very curious but I let it slide and quickly completed my chore. I mean if she has something more important  than her three children it wouldn't be new or surprising. 
After that moment time around mother became very easy. Mother spent a lot of time in her room and it made the three of us happy. It sounds bad. But anyone in our situation would feel happy. No yelling at the top of her lungs. Quarrelling over and over at petty situations. Slapping, whipping, pushing, shoving; you name it. No more of pain. The feeling would be temporary but I kept on telling myself everything is for awhile. It was terrifying thinking that it would end soon. So I remembered Kio's motto: Enjoy it when you find the opportunity. Right now I couldn't care less about who was on that phone. All I know I was in heaven. And I wasn't letting anyone or thing get me down.  We were almost free of her! To some extent.
Then the scary part came. We meet the individual behind the phone. Kio didn't like him. But like I said couldn't care less. As along as he stayed far away from Richelle, Kio and I. I will be content. If only I knew our lives would have turned for the worse. Then I wouldn't have make that preceeding statement.
After his arrival he continously made Richelle and I feel uncomfortable. Kio saw our reactions and became more defensive. Mother on the other hand was frustrated that he liked us. She upped her games and intensified her torture. The name calling was so gross it drived me crazy. I was itching to answer her. But she always ran off to tell others that I was becoming out of hand. Many tried to sympathise with her. Saying that I'm a teenager and that teenagers do that.
Mother became even more furious. Stating that they were on "my side". I became even more petrified for my life. Because I was her main target. The one more defiant to her ways. It lead to anxieties attacks. Eventually it started to affect my socially, physical, and most importantly emotionally; but I always kept an eye on Richelle. Father left me with the responsibility. And I knew Kio was always there to help me. After all what can a fifteen years old do.
I stared over at Richelle. We were both at the table trying to finish our homework. I smiled at her but she didn't realise. She reminded me of my father so much. They both had a very serious face when it came to doing their work. And if they enjoyed it, a smile would appear on their face. She took his dimples. His round face and soft texture hair. The only thing I got was his hands. His long bony fingers. But I was satisfied with it. Those hands of his was very loving and kind to all.
His death like Kio's father was unusual. Kio father died by a car accident and some say it was a drive by. Like I said suspicious. My father's was by food poisoning.
Mother wept for show. Meaning she only cried when people were watching. I became tearful at the thought. Couldn't she do one thing from her heart. I was starting to believe that she didn't have one.
After my father's death. The three of us became close. The influence mother had on us pinned us against each other. After all misery needs company. Happily, we got over that. Good thing or we wouldn't be here today.
The dreadful night came suddenly. Kio was out late with some pass school mates. Mother was for it because it meant less people in the house. Or it could have been the fact that "the new mister" always encouraged her to allow him to be out of the house more since he's a boy. But the matter at hand was Kio was gone, mother and her "new mister" was in her room and Richelle and I was in ours.
I'll give you a break down of the house. Upsides had two rooms. To one end mother's. To the slightly opposite was ours and Kio's own was downstairs along with a half bath, kitchen and sitting room. Each bedroom had its own bathroom. That was compliments of Kio's father.
Richelle and I rested on our bed after a hours of conversation and laughter. Momentarily we fell asleep. I was awaken by a noise. I peeped at my alarm clock and saw eleven o'clock. I lazily moved the covers off of me to see mother's new mister over Richelle. Squeezing her mouth tightly with one hand and with the other trying to undo the belt of his pants.
My heart accelerated. From the light in the hallway I could see the tears running down her cheeks as she tried to make her self free. With that I rushed into him before he could go any further. Holding him and throwing him to the ground. Richelle jumped off to the back of the room and pressed herself to the wall. I moved off of him and stood in front of her. No one was going to hurt my little sister anymore. I'm tired of everyone picking on us. Looking down on us like we're dirt and beneath their feet.
He stood to his feet.  His eyes gave that look that he was not giving up on his attempt to capture his two preys.
He bit his button lip. " Ladies. Be still and it will be over in a few minutes. But trust me you will enjoy it. Everyone wants a little love and satisfying attention. And you can think about this as a game that we can both have lots of fun." he softly said with a smirk on his face.
As he walked forward I took a step backwards. Until my body was pressing onto Richelle's. I could feel her heart beat against my back and her breathing down my spine. I honestly didn't know what to do.
"Kio! Kio! Kio!" I yelled at the top of my lungs. Richelle joined me. It was hard to believe with all that noise mother was still in her home. I didn't count on her coming to our rescue
"Kio! Kio! Kio!" we both screamed. I could feel my throat cutting. All he did was stood their and stared at us. Knowing like he knew we had no hope.
Suddenly Kio bust throw the door and flew into him. Trying to hold him off.
"Run girls" he said trying to get a better grip on him.
I was out of the door before I could believe it. Then I heard a loud sound. I turned back to see Richelle lying flat down on the ground. Mother's new mister had kicked her head hard into the side of the wooden bed. Kio let go of him. Then mother came.
"What's going on?" she asked. She stared around at all of us. Then looked down at Richelle. "Get out go" With that her new mister was heading out. "Call you later. Love you."
After her attention him and he was out of the door and into the night. She grabbed Kio my the shirt and began to attack him. Blaming him for all of the mistakes that occurred in the night. At the end he was kicked out. He didn't d much. He was still in shock. But that was the last I saw of Kio for a very long time.
After Kio was gone she turned her attention to Richelle. I stood I the same position for almost an hour because I could believe the situation. Mother called the police. The lie was that someone had broken an enter into the house. Keeping her "new mister" out of trouble. When the paramedics came along with the police. I went downstairs and stood next to the threshold.
Mother began to put on a show. After they announced Richelle was dead. I felt like the world was in slow motion.  Mother wept and again took no blame. I looked outside at her tiny body covered my a white piece of cloth.
Tears began to roll down my face. Richelle hated the colour white alone. She believe that it was too duel and should be graced with other colours. Even if I heard her left hours ago I felt like forever. She was my best friend. My twin. The one and only. I hadn't just lost my sister and best friend but I failed father.
At that point I could have felt my heart ripping apart and being stabbed continuously. "No" I said. The police men turned to my direction. "No. You are a lying witch". Mother gasped. I rushed on to her but the men held tightly onto me. I gained strength that I didn't know I have. I was Kicking and scratching my way through to get to her. But I couldn't. " I want my sister back. You did the to her. And I want her back!"
They dragged me off into the car. I could hear telling the men that most of the time I suffered with a rear mental illness. As I struggled I could see they believed her. But still I couldn't let up and let Richelle die in vain. I bang against the seat and the door of the cruiser.
"I want my sister back! I want my sister back! I want her!" I screamed out. The tears began to roll down my face again. My vision became blurry and I quiet down. Breathing deeply. But I wouldn't let up. I wanted my sister back. I needed her to tell me that everything would be ok. And remind me of my father's smile. To sing and hum our favourite melodies. To play dress up, tea party. Or just relaxing.   The cruiser started up and I regained my strength immediately I began again in mother's direction.
"I want my sister back! I want my sister back! Give her back to ne!!" I screamed I didn't if my throat bleed and my.lungs bust. "You can't do this to me. She was everything. I need her. I'm alone! I want her back!"