Almost mute

Chapter 5

Remis POV
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I'm dead. I'm dead. After the loud bang I felt to my knees shaking violently. I don't know if I made the right choice... I look into the bright light before me. Great I know I'm dead now.

"The (fiddle cakes) are you doing?!" Clayton yelled grabbing the gun out of my hand.

He's gonna kill me.

If I wasn't dead already someone needs to call a funeral planner because my brother is about to slit my throat.

"ARE YOU STUPID?!" He yells in my face and I just sit in the corner of the bathroom looking at the floor were I planned to take my life.

I shrugged my soldiers not looking up.

Hearing a thud I avert my eyes from the floor to were Clayton dropped down on his knees picking me up into his lap.

"Why would you leave me?"

Contemplating what to do for a few minutes I decided a few words wouldn't hurt.

"I'm tired of being tired" is all I said looking into his glazed eyes regretting everything I've ever done that hurt my family.

His eyes widened and his mouth slightly opened as he looked for words to say.

"I-uh uh you uhmm you talked..." He says almost to him self.

"Why would why would YOU NOT TALK TO ME FOR YEARS I THOUGHT SOMETHING WAS WRONG WITH YOU"

At his words something set in he didn't read the letter about my rape.

Jumping up I was like a Kenya sprinter running to his room of course he tried to grab me and was running after me but I kept going. I made it to his room and was about to close the door when he grabbed it prying it open. I darted to his pillow grabbing the letter and shoving it in my mouth.

"What are you doin?" He looked both equally confused and disgusted.

I tried to run past him but he reached out and wrapped my arms down were I was unfortunately stuck to his chest.

I heard him take a big breath as he reached two fingers into my mouth to get the paper out.

He gagged a few times and I bit him but he still managed to grab hold of the crumpled paper.

Unfortunately it only had salvia on the envelope and hadn't made it to the letter.

Once he had it in his hands he released me from his freaking Python arms and sprinted to his bathroom slamming the door.

Oh crap he's gonna see the letter and I'm gonna die.

I gotta get out of here.

Running to my room I grab a gym bag shoving random clothes shoes and chargers in it with my wallet and I run into the living room.

Hearing a door slam a string of not so nice words and pounding feet I run out of the front door hooping on my back revving the engine.

Forgetting about my vest I pill out on our street leaving tire marks heading away from are home.

Now we're to go...

I guess I'll go record.

After going way over the speed limit I make it to the little studio and store.