Zane: the life with abuse

Part 4: a bad brother

//teenage Zane's pov//

Once we came home from school, mom and dad need to take Vylad somewhere for a couple of days, leaving me alone with Garroth. I would have prefered Vylad, he is at least nice to me when we are alone. Garroth on the other hand is not. He is the worst. What is weird is that everytime i had made a friend in the past, he chased them away and would always call me when i was hanging out with them. I never understod that. I was sitting in my room, reading a very old book when Garroth came in. ''Baby brother, who was that i saw you with at lunch today?'' He asked in a somewhat annoyed tone. He always had that tone when he talked about my used to be friends. ''He is a friend, Garroth and i am not letting you chase him away'' I said. This made him pissed off. '*Oh you plan on whoring yourself out to him huh?'' He said as he glared at me. I'm so sick of this. ''Maybe, i mean he is way better then anyone in this family!'' I said. Before i knew it Garroth pinned me down on my bed and took off my clothes. ''N-N-N-N-No! G-G-G-G-Garroth stop!'' I begged but he won'y listen. He gagged me with something and glared at me. ''I am not letting him have you, you are my baby brother and you don't need anyone else. You only need my love //Garroth, your love is really really twisted, it's not even really love at all//'' He took off his own pants and entered me. No dear Irene, please let this be a nightmare. I don't want to lose my virginity right now, and not to my brother. I saw he had a smirk on his face. ''You are so tight baby brother, good. Now i know you haven't given yourself to someone that's not me'' He said as he went as deep as he could. I began to cry. I didn't want this at all. He kept going in and out of me at an inhuman speed. He kept moaning my name and saying that he loves me. He doesn't love me, i know this is not love at all. Hours later, he finally finished, he removed the gag and left my room, closing the door behind him. I hugged myself and cried. My own brother just raped me......... Mom and dad were not going to believe me, Vylad might since he is the nicest of them all. I pulled out a razor and made some small cuts on my arms. I have been cutting since i was around 11 years old. I really hate my life but i have never been brave enough to try and kill myself. Once i was done cutting, i covered it up with a shirt. I then took on my old pjs, layed down on my bed again and cried  myself to sleep.