Chains Of Blood

Chapter Eight

"We are here", her father said bluntly. Her father parked the car in the drive way, Maia jumped out the car and she carried Matthew into the house and put him on the sofa and put a blanket over him. She walked up stairs to her room and unpacked her clothes. Her brother came in the room and unpacked his clothes, it was slient. "Jonathan, Why are you and father so secretive, what's going on?", she demanded. Jonathan rushed to his sister grabbing her from around the back of her neck and pushing her towards the cupboard, the handle stabbing her back. "Don't ask questions, Maia, they will get you in trouble", he whispered in her ear. "Get off me", she growled. He released the grip on her and ask her to leave the room. She ran downstairs and her father followed grabbing her arm. "What is wrong with you?", she whispered. He let go of her wrist.

Maia rushed downstairs and sat on the sofa. Matthew walked back and whispered "Is it safe", Maia replied "Yes, it is". Matthew rushed towards her and was laying down on her, she was playing with his hair and then he was asleep again. Jonathan came downstairs and was standing behind her, he touched her neck. Maia gasped in fear, "Jonathan...", she cried. "Don't touch me", she hissed. He grabbed it, his cold hands clutching her neck, she gasped and cried out in horror and pain.

*FLASHBACK END*

Maia was sitting on her bed, tired from the day she had. For once she had nothing to do. She felt something on her skin from were it was brunt. It was a burning feeling but it felt good. She was groaning out in pain and was crying. She screamed "Jonathan...Jonathan". Her brother rushed on her bedroom. His face being filled with shock horror. "Maia, you're skin, it's....", her brother didn't finish his sentence he didn't have to. Maia took of the T-Shirt and saw her burnt skin was healed, from when her father was going to kill her.

"Jonathan...", she whispered. "You're healed", he was pleased. "Yes, but how?" She questioned herself. "I don't know", her brother replied back. Her body was covered in white, silvery scars, like she had been in a fight with deadly animals. Her smaller burn mark was still there. Also her claw mark from when Jordan had clawed half her body from the bottom of her backside to half way around her neck was also there. It was dark and red like it could bleed at any moment. Her scars became almost shinier then they were before, like strips of aluminium imbedded into her fragile skin.

"I guess this is a good thing, no more burns, no more tight skin", she laughed. She put her top back on and her brother came to hug her. She hugged him back, she noticed her veins turning a crimson colour and her eyes changing as well as her teeth and nails. She wasn't in pain, her voice was possessed-like, she didn't scream or complain or anything. She just let it control her, for once. She couldn't really fight it, it just happened when she least expected it.

"Maia, control it", her brother said. "I can't", she cried out. "You can, just try and rein it inside", he replied. "Jonathan, I can't...", she said in the same tone. Maia turned around and then she was back with her father and there was a boy in front of him. She walked towards them, she saw her father dragging him through this door and him, kicking and screaming. The door shut. Maia jumped and she could feel a presence around her. She saw herself as a child with Jonathan, he was a few years older than her, he was standing in front, protecting her.

Maia stumbled backwards and was on the ground. She saw that boy again, laying against a wall, hands tied against it. Her father was striking a metal whip across his body, his screams was rotting Maia to the core. She cried out, her father rushed towards her, she fell backwards and threw up her hands not wanting to see her father's face. He bought the weapon down towards her.

She was laying down on the sofa, pretending to sleep. Maia saw her father and her mother shouting at each other, her mother was pregnant with Matthew at the time. "Robert don't talk to me, your a monster", her mother screamed at him, "For all theses years I thought that Maia was mine, when my real child actually died, so you swapped someone else's baby...". "She is mine, I had slept with another women and she just happened to be giving birth in the next room, she died of child birth and I had to keep the child because I ruined her life, so when you passed out I swapped the child because I thought I had a sense of duty towards her, I can't just abandon my own child, you would?", her father explained. "Fine, we can not tell anyone otherwise you would be in prison", her mother whispered. "On one condition, you will tell her", her mother said. "Maisie, I will tell her when she is older, she is only 11", her father said. He walked away, her mother walking towards the kitchen. Maia felt a strong sting in her neck, she looked up and saw a faceless man and his syringe empty in his hand, she could feel his hand brush against her neck and then everything when dark.

Maia woke up in Jonathan's arms and she jumped out and she fell off the bed. "No......", she whispered. "No to what?, Maia, what did you see?", her brother shouted. "Mother wasn't my mother, my real mother died of child birth, I was swapped as a baby, Jonathan I am only your half sister", she cried out, "You're real sister is dead Jonathan, I don't understand".