Wanted

Chapter Twelve: You Should Know

"Are you sure about this?" Randy asked as I put on my pull over jacket, preparing for the harsh winds that awaited me outside.

"Yeah, if he wants to be my ally, then we should as least know each others past. We agreed that if I were to tell him mine, he would have to tell me his."

"If that's what you think is best then so be it, but you better come back without a single scratch or I'll kill you both." Randy kindly threatened us, before walking us to the door.

"I can't promise anything." I responded with a jokingly tone as Joey got the car ready.

"Your gonna make it a promise because I said so." Celeste strict tone tore my attention away from Randy and to her. That little girl had her arms crossed, her weight mostly on one foot, and a stern look. I knew she was being serious but I almost couldn't take her seriously. She's my little sister, seeing her like that is just too adorable.

"Fine," I smiled at her. "I promise."

"Good." She reflected a smile before grabbing Randy's hand and pulling him away as she spoke to him. "Come on Randy, the movie is about to start." I could see a soft smile on his face as he looked down at her. It was rare to see him smile so softly like that and I couldn't help my smile that grow. With that pleasant feeling, I walked out the door and locked it behind me before getting into the car with Joey.

When we got there, Brett was sitting on one of the rocks and staring at the waved crashing on the shore. He turned his head to look at me as I sat down next to him.

"Ready whenever you are." Brett commented, his attention fixed on me. I never really like talking about the past because it was full of agony and misery. But for the sake of trust, I took a beep breath and I started.

"My parents loved each other, no doubt about it. They were perfect together, but Mason fell in love with my mom around the same time his brother, my dad, did. He hated his brother for stealing the girl he loved. He even hated me and Celeste because we were the product of their love. So," I paused as the events of that night flooded into my mind like a fucken tsunami. "One night, he came over to our house, saying he wanted to talk. Me and Celeste were in our room when we heard one of our flower vases break. Being curious little kids, we walked into the living but what we saw rocked us to our core." I paused again as I felt myself reliving that same night.

"We saw Mason stabbing our dad. I didn't know what I was doing until it was too late. I had tried to stop Mason from stabbing my dad but instead he began to stab me repeatedly." I hugged my knees to my chest as I had on my pokerface but I felt like screaming as I remember the pain, the fear, and utter helplessness.

"Then Celeste came to stop him, but she was only two, she couldn't do much damage, and he knew that. So when she grabbed his arm in attempt to stop him, he hit her on the head with the handle of his knife. She fell to the floor, unconscious and with blood dripping down her. I later found out that Mason had hit my mom in the head with the vase we heard break and she woke up to call the police on the house phone. But he was smart, he had somehow cut the line." I closed my eyes as I felt my eyes began to water as I remember seeing him run to her and started his revenge on her. Her screams and cried for help echoed in my head as I continued.

"He then went after my mom. He raped her to the point where he put her in a coma. I was barley able to get my dad's phone from his pocket and call the police. The dispatcher tried to get me to stay awake with her but I had lose too much blood and the moment they finally barhed into our house, I passed out. When I woke up, they told me that Celeste was fine but she doesn't remember what happened and how my mom was in a coma. They also told me that they were surprise I was alive seeing as I lost a lot of blood." I sighed as I stood up and streatched my limbs as I moved on with my story.

"The day before yesterday, I found out two things. One, Mason had escaped his psychopathic ward and two, my sister remembers everything of that night. She said that she remembered a week after it had happened and didn't want to tell me because she knew how much I didn't want her to remember, so she put up an act and fooled me." I'm not gonna lie, I was still upset about that, I just didn't show it because I know how she'll get. Joey sensed this and put a hand on my shoulder but I was so pissed that I roughly shook it off and carelessly jumped from rock to rock until I made it to the soft sand, blocking out the concern shouts from Joey and Brett.

I stood on the sand and took a deep breath of the salty sea. Hearing the seagulls and other birds chirping in the distance somewhat calmed my sudden spark of anger. I was mad at myself for letting Celeste go through that alone. She couldn't come to me for comfort. She couldn't come to me to whip away the tears. She couldn't do any of that because of the act she put up so I don't feel bad.

I'm her sister for crying out loud, I'm the one who is suppose to help her with these kind of things. Not make it worse for her. I was so mad at myself, I felt like ripping myself apart. I wanted to scream, to cry, and to punch something. But I didn't.

"Cynthia," Joey's calm and concerned voice brought me out of my thought as he wrapped his arms around me. Securing me in a warm hug that help ease my muscles. "I know what your think and that needs to stop. You can't keep getting mad at yourself for it, both of you did what you did for good intentions." Leaning into his embrace, I responded calmly.

"Yeah I guess your right." I murmured.

"Ok, I told you my dark history. Now its your turn."

"Well, my past is nothing line yours but I can relate, in a way. My father was the previous leader of the gang I'm currently running and after my mom died from Cancer when I was six, he got me ready to run it on my own. When I turned sixteen he made it official to the gang and had us relocate. I later found out that the grieving of his late wife was too great from him to he killed himself. My father was never the one to share feeling, I guess that why he never came to me for help." Brett said with a little disappointment. But he just shook his head slightly before turning to me with a smile.

"I'm glade you shared your past with me, it lets me get to know you better rather than what I've heard."