My Brothers ⇒ (Pierce The Veil)

chapter 21

Alicia

And that's kind of how my weekend went. It continued.. At one point I tried telling Vic but I noticed him and 'Larry' became buddies. Telling Mike, he would have an anger breakdown and probably kill the man. I stared at my spaghetti while everyone talked around the table happily. I thought I'd never have to go through this again.. this was worse. Did I deserve this? Did I mess with Tony's feeling too much to the point I deserved this? Did I abandon my parents for too long? Did I bother my brothers too much? Was this a sign of me being to much?

"So tell us how you've been feeling sweetie" mom said. I am happier she's been nicer and much more kind towards me after those years I stayed with her. I smiled warmly thinking about it. "It's been great actually. Vic and Mike had an album come out and I am going to be touring with them soon" Mom squinted her face. "Vic really.. she's a young girl. You could be busy doing something and something really bad might happen to her." I shot a glance at Larry who was already staring at me. My gut did that thing again. I could feel my uterus start aching if that was possible. I squeezed my thighs together and began to panic inside. "Mom she will be alright. Our security guys are there and I will make sure they protect her" Mike added and she sighed and then scratched her head. "Fine. It something happens, send her down here and we can take care of her" she offered and Vic nodded. Larry began smiling bigger than ever. "That would be gre-", "I have a house guys.. I am not a child" I chuckled and smiled at Larry and my mother. My mother laughed and nodded unlike what Larry did. He falsely smiled at everyone. His smile dropped almost immediately and he stared at me with an angry face. I looked down quickly and kind of blew it off so no one suspected anything. What will he do to me if I told someone? I wonder how crazy he is...

I continued to listen to the conversations and eat. I was about to take a small bite when I felt something rub around my crotch area. I jumped back.. "Excuse me.. I need some fresh air" I ran out the door and began to silently cry almost immediately. I want to go home.. I want Tony. My head began to flash everything before me.

"What the fuck was that huh?" I heard a voice behind me say. It was unexpected so I wiped my tears right away. I turned around towards Larry. "Please don't hurt me anymore.. I can't stand it" I begged and he grabbed my already bruised neck. "I ain't stoppin until my job is finished. Killing yourself would clean the whole mess up though" he smirked through his gritted teeth. "Besides? Has your family even suspected anything? I am pretty sure no one cares. I can pay for your drugs you know" he looked at me grabbing my shoulders.

Tears streamed down my face and he smiled. "I am going to tell someone what you have been doing to me. Not even my own dad would hurt me as much as you did" I choked to say. "I am going to give it to you like I have never before" he grabbed my hair pulling out his knife and dragged me along somewhere. I began sobbing louder at this point. "No don't! I w-will make sure you get what you deserve!" I yelled at him and he smiled. "I am sure you would" he laughed and i looked down at the ground. "Let's go now!" He whispered harshly in my ear. "I don't want to" I struggled to say with him grasping at my hair. I was bending and holding my hair in his hands. It was painful.

"I said let's go!" He mocked himself but louder. He shoved me at him and I could feel some hair being ripped out. I squinted in pain and followed him. He led me to a car and I began to cry more.. the knife still continued to be held in his hands held before me. "Please" I sobbed and he turned on the car. "Please.. please let me go" I whispered. He smiled and drove out of the driveway.

I had no idea where we were or where the others were at. There was only one way of saving myself. I could take the risk of jumping out of a moving car and possibly smashing my head into the cement or just be brutally tortured. I took a deep breath and stood up in my seat. I quickly opened the door and was about to jump out until the car stopped so fast. He gripped my hair and I proceeded forward. "No! Someone help!!" I screamed louder than ever. Why was this happening? It's happening too quickly. "Stop fighting with me! You are making it harder than it should be!" He yelled. I felt my skin feeling skinned and twisted. I yelled in pain. I turned around half way out of the car and saw that my arm was cut. "Leave me the fuck alone!" I screamed and kicked him on the face. He let go and I flew out of the moving vehicle.

I began crawling away and trying to get to my feet fast enough. The vehicle was shut off and I knew he was coming. I pulled my phone out quickly and dialed 911. I started running and explaining to the women on the phone what's been going on as quickly as I could. We were about six - seven blocks away from my mom's house and she lived in a quiet neighborhood. It seemed as if it was empty. It was a wooden area. I began screaming and holding my arm. I could hear him behind me. "Please just leave me be" I cried running out of breath. I could feel my throat start to hurt from running. I was getting tired. I stopped and turned around only to be thrown the the ground. "I give up.. I give up" I breathed with tears constantly falling. "Good girl" he smiled at me. I stared at the knife again that was being raised over me.

Then all of a sudden there was a bright white lights moving behind us that had its lights off and pulled up silently as possible. "Thank you God" I cheered. "Get on your feet now!!" Two police officers yelled coming towards us. I felt so weak and the other police officer helped me once Larry was out behind the backseat of the police car. "Thank you.." I whispered feeling sleepy and sleepy. I looked down at my arm that was cut. That bastard. That fucking bastard. He for sure wanted me to bleed out. He knew exactly what he was doing and tricked me into this. He knew I was going to try and get out of the car so he held that knife in a certain position. He wanted to clean his mess up to make himself look good. I looked at the spot he had cut me at and saw that it was on a vein. My face dropped and I could hear the officers echoed voices repeat in my head. It became too echoey and then everything went black. How could one weekend go to a whole different world? One whole goddamn black world?