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Chapter 1

Inside the house were the stereotypical  mourners dressed in black. Pity etched on their faces, and some relatives whispering about the disgrace my father's actions have brought upon the family name. While the most cunning were already sharpening their teeth to see what they could take from my family's fortune.
But sadly, for them, was that my sister and I were the sole beneficiaries of my father's estate and stocks. Quite annoying if you ask me, but with added perks.
My parents died a horrible death. They were in an airplane accident off the coast of Costa Rica. Apparently my father was balls drunk when he was flying with mother dearest and lost control. Long story short, their body parts flew all over the unforgiving waters that now this funeral was in name only.
If only they knew, my brain repeated for the thousandth time, seeing how my aunts were crying and exclaiming how amazing they were.
They deserved to die like that. My only wish was that they would have suffered more. More pain. More scars. For everything that they caused me, I wished God was real so Hell could also exist and they would burn for eternity.

Yeah, I have issues. But who doesn't?

My cousin Linda was currently carrying my baby sister Emma, when she made her way over to me. Out of all my family members, aside from my angel, she was the one I trusted the most to be with her. Linda knew everything he had done to me, more than anything because he did to her as well.
How pathetic that we shared a bond over being abused. We were broken, a toy to be used and discarded once we reached the limit.
I didn't come to know about Linda until we were 16. She and I were the same age, both currently 18.

Emma started to whimper when she saw me, wanting for her big brother to carry her. I reached out my arms and grabbed her, hugging her and kissing her forehead. She did not know this but the guilt of almost leaving her was eating me alive. I almost left her to possibly deal with another him.

She started to get fuzzy and I knew she was starting to get hungry. She was saying something about broccoli and cheese but it was hard to understand since she was only 2. I generally tended to avoid being with her more than anything because mother didn't want for my dirty self to be within reach to her precious angel.

Emma was given everything she could ever want when my parents were alive and I'll be dammed if she received nothing less with her stay with me. She was my princess, my reason to keep going. I needed for her to be happy so the leech that I was could feed off her happiness.

In the kitchen I found some prepackaged broccoli and cheese and started to heat it up in the microwave. The housekeeper made sure to keep an abundance of food for the both of us. Once the food was done I put it in a plate and started to feed her on her booster chair. And at that moment my mom's sister, aunt Fern, came into the kitchen and saw the both of us. Frowning, she muttered under her breath, "faggots should be kept away from kids."
I didn't respond since all fight had left me, I was just focused on feeding Emma.
Kids were hard work, but I rather take this task because if I did then I knew she would not be exposed to any abuse coming from family members.
Aunt Fern grabbed some water from the fridge and walked over to Emma, reaching out for her but my dear angel just ignored the fuck out of her and instead focused on her food. "Come with aunt Fern, baby! She hasn't seen you in so long!" I stared at this bitch, about to tell her to go fuck herself with the baby talk and leave my sister and i alone. But Emma was quicker and started throwing up when aunt Fern tried to pick her up.
I laughed, the first genuine laugh I've had in a long time, and told auntie dearest," Guess babies are really sensible to whores."
My aunt looked as if her eyes were about to pop and was spitting some shit about me being a devil span. I zoned out, picking up Emma, and taking her to her room. Linda saw me as I was making my way up the stairs and simply followed behind me. We both cleaned and changed Emma and put her to bed since it was already gonna be midnight.

Time sure does fly by when someone dies.

After we made sure Emma was asleep, Linda and I made our way downstairs only to stop once we heard him. We hadn't seen him in over a year. Not after that night. We were frozen. We looked at one another, waiting for something to happen, and trust me, it did happen.

"I just think Emma would be in better care with my family. Lucas will never provide the stability for her. He was institutionalized for crying out loud a year ago. God knows what he'll do to poor Emma if he starts those hallucinations again. I think it's best Mary and I take care of her, after all we are stable and we've always wanted a child to look after. "

"I think you're right John, Lucas is problematic. Right now in the kitchen he just suddenly started calling me names and got really aggressive when I asked if I could help him feed Emma. He has an unhealthy obsession with his sister. He needs help." Fern really was a bitch.

Because of her statement I wanted to punch that whore in her mouth.
Linda had the same thoughts. But We remained quiet. Didn't want to bring attention to ourselves. Not with a room full of hypocrites and gold diggers that were looking for an opportunity to take me down.
John wasn't only our abuser, he was my eldest cousin and Linda's brother. He was a grade A manipulator and psychopath. We couldn't do anything against him when all of the shit was going down. We were too weak and him too strong.

Only the devil knew what was going to happen. Where was he going with all this? Why did he want Emma?

But then I knew. He wanted her so he could hurt her like he did to me.

I saw red.

I saw black.

And I saw death.