Alone.
That is what we are.
Tortured.
Left to die.
Begging.
Please.
But you never yield.
What are you angry with?
What happened to you that you can do this?
To us?
To your children?
To her?
You have no hope.
Maybe you don't know.
But you are a monster.
You are the devil.
You deserve to die.
But you prevail.
Why?
What happened?
How can you do this?
Chapter 9 (Kat)
It could have been years after that moment that Linda finally came home, but I have a feeling it was barely minutes. We all heard the car, and Devon, the only one standing, moved over to the window.
I stood slowly at that point, finally picking myself up off the floor. Devon looked over at me as I got to my feet, he didn't smile or nod or anything, he just held my gaze. In that moment, he seemed so much bigger than me. He was really only a little bit taller, but then, he seemed like a soldier. A giant, unmoving stone that would never let anything hurt me.
"Arthur?" Linda's voice greeted my father downstairs.
"Oh, so you were in on the stealing too," my father said in a light voice, cheery even.
Silence on Linda's end.
"Get out of my house, Linda," my father's voice immediately switched to cold and foreboding.
"No," she protested softly.
"You knew they were stealing from me," he snarled.
"Maybe I did."
"Get out."
"I'm not leaving them. And I'm definitely not leaving my child," Linda said defiantly.
"Well, you can have the body then," my father said, again in that cheery voice.
Silence, and then, "What?"
"They took my money, and you were in on it, Linda. They wouldn't give it back. I got angry."
"The- the body?" Linda stuttered unevenly.
"I can't be held accountable for the things I do when I'm angry," my father chuckled slowly.
"My baby?"Linda whispered, barely audible to us through the vents.
"She was the easiest target."
"You're a monster," Linda's voice rose, becoming shrill by the end.
"Took you this long?''
Linda screamed.
"Get out of my house, Linda."
Another scream and I wondered if my father was hurting her or if the pain of losing her child was enough.
"Come here!" Devon yelled urgently and we all got up next to the window.
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The Streets
قصص عامةKat and Dev were happy, until happy went up in flames. Forced to live with their alcoholic father following the tragic death of their beloved mother, the twins must survive using their wits and the strength they find within themselves and each other.
