Too Late

Too Late Part 18

Kota

"Why are you doing this?" Kota looked up at the figure in black, a white mask adorning his face. He bent down towards infront of him and spoke.

"Simple, to draw her out." His electronically altered voice didn't reveal anything about his true identity.

It doesn't make any sense. Why would Volto take me? He's never been this reckless before and what did he mean earlier? The strongest one?

Kota still couldn't remember how he got here. The last thing he remembered was walking into his room and then the memories go fuzzy.

Damn it,

He hated this, feeling like he was a helpless pawn in a game that he should have stopped long ago. He couldn't help but think that he could have done more, but in reality he couldn't. It's hard to stop a ghost you never see. The only thing he could do now was try to draw out information.

"Why draw her out? You said once before to her that you just wanted to talk, is that all you wanted?"

Kota's confusion was laced into his words. Honestly, the whole presence of Volto as a figure in his family's crazy lives had proven to be one large oddity. He could never understand him, his actions, or his motives. He was like a puzzle with a dozen missing pieces, and Kota didn't have the slightest clue where to even look for them. Volto laughed,

"Considering you've proven you can't even keep her safe, would you blame me?" Kota's anger coiled in response.

"We've never intentionally put her in harm's way! We always try to protect her but you don't see that. You think we're trying to hurt her but you don't know everything" he spat.

I would do anything to protect her.

But again Volto laughed, Kota still didn't understand.

"You don't even know do you?" Volto's masked face was close, almost close enough to reach if Kota's hand's weren't tied.

"Know what?", Kota had no reason to believe anything he was saying was true. Volto was crazy, especially if he would go to such lengths to get to Sang.

He'll do anything to get a rise, why not drive me crazy? Just count and everything will be okay.

"She was raped."

But counting wasn't going to fix it this time.

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Nathan

He was bleeding, bad. They both were, but Nathan knew if he lost too much blood he would pass out and that would not be good. He wasn't expecting his dad to pull a butcher's knife on him. But then again, Nathan never thought he would ever rape someone either.

"You done yet boy?" Mr. Griffin's right eye was obviously swollen with dark bruises starting to form all over his face and arms. Blood adorned his jacket and white shirt from Nathan pointing the knife onto him.The alcohol had made him brave and immune to the pain, but he would feel it later. Soon that adrenaline high would have to come down and he would crash.

I could kill him.

Oh god how Nathan wanted to kill his father. Of course logically he knew he couldn't for obvious reasons.

It would have be easy,

He was struggling with keeping a hold of his emotions. His attacks were based around hurting his father rather than knocking him out or killing him. Nathan's cut's couldn't compare to the pain Mr. Griffin would feel tomorrow.

"Nathan." His eyes darted over to meet Silas's concerned ones as he busted through the front door. Trailing in behind him he saw Gabriel.

"Oh look it's the whore's other fucks" His father grinned cheekily, but Nathan couldn't help himself this time. He lunged for his father, effectively knocking the knife out of his hand and pinning his body to the ground.

"You fucking stop now" Nathan's hands were on his throat and his father gasped for air.

"Nathan!" Gabriel yelled but he didn't care.

He doesn't deserve to live.

Nathan wanted this to be the last time. The last time he ever had to see his bastard of a father's face. He had hurt him so much over the years. He caused Nathan the worst kinds of pain, but physical and emotional.

"Nathan buddy" Silas's hand was on his shoulder.

"No!" He yelled back and kept squeezing. When he looked down at his dad all he could see was the face of a man who was happy to beat his son.

"Mommy! No!" A seven year old Nathan screamed out at the top of his lungs. He could hear him hurting her. His dad had locked him in the bathroom only minutes after beating him too. "Come back here bitch!" His father's dark voice ceased as slaps and kicks could be heard. "Please stop!" her screams were filling the house and all Nathan could do was lie there on the floor crying. "Mommy" he cried as he rocked back and forth on the cold tiles nursing his own broken ankle. "Help me, please."

"Don't do this." He ignored Gabriel's voice and concentrated at his father struggling to breath, but Nathan had never felt so cold.

"Sang wouldn't want this"

Sang

He had hurt her too, in ways Nathan could never imagine. But for him this was vengeance.

But she'll never get her own.

With the thought his hands relaxed. Nathan wasn't the only one who needed to see this bastard rot.

Sang needs justice too.

Nathan scooted his body back and slumped over, too tired to do anything else. His dad gasped for air and coughed violently in front of him. Dr. Green had rolled in a gurney without a word.

He looked to the eyes of his brothers as a thousand questions shown through, but they all had the same answer. He didn't have time to think about it or sugar coat anything because the fact was harsh and simple.

"He raped Sang"

A/N: Yikes, kinda feel like this chapter sucks tbh. I've been stressed, my sister's wedding is in two days and I've been so busy it's insane- so sorry for the wait and suckiness. However, Happy Fourth of July! I hope to have an update this weekend. As always thank you for the love and support!