Never Tell

Chapter Eight

Chapter Eight: Forced Bliss

Being tied in the dark...reminded me of when I died...when the water kept me from going back to her...when my limbs kept growing heavy...where I screamed but my voice never came...when I saw Emma cry for the first time...

It started at painful but then the levels had rose, the pain that is, and before long, I was screaming under my gag. I doubt the boy noticed. He was far gone in whatever blissful pleasure he was feeling as he took more than I could take. I could see red drip between from the corners of his mouth when he gulped.

I was thrashing all that I could as he dug his nails into my skin through my clothes. I hadn't even noticed when the frigid February air met my skin inside the damp and cold room.

But I did know when he had relaxed somewhat of his death grip on my neck as he looked me dead in the eyes. My eyes opened despite the excruciating pain just as he lifted himself.

My lip trembled as tears finally left me. I let my walls fall and then I really screamed as a new scream tore through me.

This couldn't be happening...

This can't be happening, I thought as tears tried to wash the grit off my face. This can't be- not this- I don't want this to happen to me!

THIS IS NOT HAPPENING!

I tried to disconnect myself from the pain as I forced myself to think of happier times.

Emily and me at the old park, before it was torn down, squealing as I chased her around and through the multiple berry bushes." Catch me!" She called and I huffed as I tried to keep up. Emily was the better endurance runner between us. I had been the sprinter.

"Come on, Emma, catch me!" she squealed again as she tried to make a sharp turn. I had hit the brakes in my legs myself sharply, my scuffed-up black shoes allowing me to skid myself to a stop as I heard her scream. I looked for her frantically before finally spotting her holding her knee as she cried.

A tiny cut, not even bleeding yet, was on her small pale knee as she held it close to her chest. "Emma," she sniffled as I approached her. All fear and worry was gone from me as I looked down at her with disdain. "Are you freaking kidding me?" I snapped, kicking a stone across the ground. "I thought you were hurt!"

She sniffled, "Y-you d-did..." I looked her, my grey eyes widening as she wiped her eyes and smiled. "R-really?"

I huffed as I crossed my arms over my chest. "Duh, stupid," I looked over my shoulder and smiled at her. I shoved my braid over my shoulder and held out a hand for her to use to get on her feet. She took it. "You're my sister. I won't ever let you be afraid alone."

And I had kept my promise...until that day on our bikes...

The memory changed, me and Emily were no longer five but now were nearing twelve and going through puberty.

"Emma!" Emily wailed across the hall. She came into my room sobbing and I rolled my eyes as I shook my head. I took down my earphones from my ears, "What is it, Ms. Crybaby?" I had called her that when we were younger because she had always cried over all of the little things when we were little.

Emily sobbed, "Jenna said she loves me but she has bigger boobs than me!" She threw herself at me, her face red and wet as she tried to keep her runny nose off me. I sighed as I pinched the bridge of my nose. Why, I had thought, why me, why had I gotten a pubescent-emotional twin sister?

"Emily Fiona Warren," I said in a dark monotone and she peeled herself from me.

"Eh?" she asked and I slapped her across the face, a grin coming up as she fell off my bed. She looked up at me with shock and I said, "You are a small B-cup in bra. Jenna pads herself to look like a double D, which she isn't. I know because I had her for gym and caught her stuffing herself. I'm a real double D, she is fake." I put my earphones back on. "I don't even see why you like her."

Emily sniffled from the floor. "I don't just like her, Emma. I love her, she's my girlfriend." Her eyes went up as her face went pink. "Please don't tell Mommy and Daddy." I rolled my eyes again.

"Whatever," I said, going back to my gory manga. I saw a guy get pretty-much thrown into a wood chipper and didn't even flinch as I continued down the page. Emily sniffled. "I love her, Emma." I ignored her but her last words caught my attention. "I asked her if she would marry me one day."

"What?" I snapped upright. "You did what?" Emily repeated albeit embarrassed at seeing how that had gotten my attention. "I asked her if she would marry me one day." I was still staring at her as I asked, "Well...what did that bitch say?"

Emily looked down, "She said no..."

My shoulders fell and I finally saw the true reason Emily had come to me as she began to sob anew. I got down to the floor and held her as she sobbed. I held her as she sobbed and tried to whisper reassurance in her ear. "You get attached too easily," I told her and she nodded against my shoulder.

I sighed as she continued to cry herself out as I plotted revenge against Jenna Aiden. It was only a few minutes in Emily's second sob fest when I smiled and rubbed small circles in her back.

Jenna had a crush on Dennis Washington. I knew Dennis had a sort of "thing" for me since fifth grade when I had kicked him in the gut for getting Emily out in dodge ball. He hasn't looked at me the same way since then. But I had a mini-skit in my closet...

All it would take was the right timing...

"Hey Emily," I began, and she tried to stop herself to hear me out. "Can I borrow your glitter top?" Emily nodded, used to my randomly asking for clothes or other stuff when she cried. She knew I didn't care much for crying. I was never much of a crier.

Perfect, I thought as I continued to rub circles. I am gonna show Jenna a thing or two about what it comes to when you fuck with me or what I hold dear.

That is until today...

"MOTHER!"