Eye Catchers [BrOhm/H2OVanoss]

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Ohm

My life was difficult. Well, our life was difficult. Never being able to hide your emotions is difficult, since everyone could literally read you like a book. And we were both born with it. It meaning that our eyes showed our feelings.

When I was two, my father's wife had my baby brother, Jonathan. He was honestly the best thing that ever happened to me. Although I was only 2, almost 3, I understood the uniqueness of having a little brother. I knew I would have to do anything and everything for him, and I was excited. I took care of him when our father was busy in the lab and was always by his side.

Everything was normal until I turned six. That's when all hell broke loose. My first beating was something I'd never forget. The pain I went through lasted for 7 hours straight, each hit living it's mark in my brain and on my body. Who knew a six year old could be in so much pain.

Jon never knew what happened to me on those days. I had to lie to him and say I was helping father down in the lab. Guilt dragged after me as I sometimes came back with bruises on my face. I would say there was an accident and I got hurt, but I was okay. Jon would just nod and continue drawing in his notebook.

Being the older one was never easy, whether it's being responsible or protective. In my case, it was the perpetual lies I had to tell to keep Jon safe. I knew that I would tell him one day, but it was kept a secret.

Every abusive episode became worse and worse as the years went by. I was eight and I began hoping that he would never attack Jon. And my hopes failed me.

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Father locked me in my room after Jon's 6th birthday dinner, and I got scared. I pressed my ear against the door to hear the conversation between Jon and our father.

"Why'd you lock Ryan in our room?" Jon asked in his sweet little voice.

"Oh, I just didn't want him to interrupt the fun we're gonna have. Just me and you. I have a surprise waiting in my room. I'll meet you up there. I just have to do something real quick, okay Jonny-boy?"

"Okay!" I heard Jon run away, down the hall. My father's heavy footsteps neared my door. I crawled backwards as he opened it and entered the room.

"What are you gonna do to him?" I asked, my voice shaking.

"What? I can't give my youngest his 6th birthday present?" He questioned innocently.

"Last time you said that, you beat me for hours," I growled, gaining a bit of confidence.

"Well, you should've seen this coming since it happened to you. You're a shit brother and son."

"Well, you're a shit father!" This insult earned me a nice, hard slap on my cheek. I felt my eyes change to a deeper shade of purple.

"Don't ever use that language towards your father! You're gonna get it tomorrow!" He stomped out of the room, leaving me whimpering on the floor in pain.

I waited for hours for Jon to come back. My thoughts overwhelmed me, mostly focusing on Jon and my father, and how I'm a shit brother. I should have saw this coming. This man that I call my father is a cruel and cold hearted guy. I should have never trusted him with Jon.

I then started to think about what our father could be doing to Jon. Hopefully it wasn't as bad as what I received when I turned that age. I curled up on the bed, waiting for that door to creak open and reveal my little brother.

My wish came true as it slowly opened and his adorable face popped into the room. He was crying a lot, his whimpers bouncing off the walls. His eyes were a darker blue than normal. He walked inside and with every step he took, he had a slight limp.

"Delirious, what happened?" I rushed over, crouching down to his level.

"I-I don't know! It hurt so much, Ohm!" He sobbed, using my nickname as well. We only said it to each other, and not even our father knew about it.

I hugged him tightly, letting him cry on my shoulder. I saw something dark on Jon's neck in the corner of my eye. I turned my head more and it became more clear. It was a hickey. There were three of them.

I began to cry myself, knowing this was partially my fault. My eyes turned the same color as Jon's as I became upset and crushed. I whispered 'I'm sorry' in his ear multiple times until we were both all cried out.

I picked up Jon and carried him to my bed. I quickly ran over and locked the door, shut off the lights, then climbed in bed next to him. I played with his black locks, trying to calm the both of us down.

"Ohm? What does father really do to you the days you go to lab?" Jon asked, looking at me with those crystal blue eyes. I should barely see them, but his eyes had a beautiful glow to them.

"You saw through my bullshit lies, huh?" I chuckled.

"Hey. No cursing! Father says-" Jon stopped himself, probably remembering how father hurt him.

"I stopped listening to Father a long time ago. He beat me when I was your age for hours. He still does it to this day. That's why I say I go to the lab," I told truthfully.

"I don't like Father anymore," Jon said, pressing his back more into my chest.

"I don't either. He's an asshole," I said.

"Yeah, a big fucking asshole," Jon cursed, giggling at the end.

"There you go, Del. Using your big-boy words," I laughed, hugging him tightly. He turned around and hugged me back.

"Ohm, do you know what father did to me?" I sighed. I kissed the top of his head, and closed my eyes.

"Father raped you Del. He raped you."

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I never forgave myself for letting that happen to Jon. I should have known and I should have took care of it, but I didn't and now, Father raped my little brother about once or twice a week. God I hated myself.

I layed on my bed, looking at our bare ceiling. I was waiting for Jon to get back from his "session" and killing time by looking at the cracks. Each one was different, long ones and short ones, straight ones and curved ones, even single ones and branched ones. I could've been using my phone, but the broken ceiling interested me more.

Our door was thrown open by my angry father, steam coming out of his ears. I raised my eyebrow at him and he just got more irritated.

"I told you to be downstairs by 4!" He shouted.

"You didn't tell me shit, old man!" I argued, sitting up. He went over to me, grabbed me by the throat, and slammed me against the wall.

"What did I tell you about using that kind of  language with me, Mr. I'm-Fifteen-So-I-Can-Say-Whatever-I-Want," he insulted, tightening his grip on my throat and cutting off my oxygen. I tried pulling his hands away and gasping for air.

"Oh what's wrong? Can't fucking breathe?" He teased. Black dots danced across my vision as I started passing out.

"Father stop! He's gonna die!" Jon yelled. I felt Father's hands leave my neck as I collapsed to the floor, took loud, abnormal breathes. Once my vision cleared up, I saw our father on the floor while Jon was covering his mouth in shock.

Father got up and pressed Jon against the wall. I saw Jon's eyes turn pure black as he trembled in fear. Father pinned Jon's arms to the wall as he leaned in and kissed him roughly. Anger boiled inside me as my vision had specks of red, meaning my eyes turned red. I got up and threw Father off Jon, and hugged my scared brother.

Father glared at me, then got up. "Tomorrow, 4PM sharp, Ryan." With that, he left, slamming the door. When the sound boomed in our room, Jon flinched, hugging me tighter.

"I want to leave this place," Jon whimpered, looking at me with scared eyes.

"When I learn to drive, we'll escape this hell," I stated.

"Promise?"

"Promise."