The Broken

Prologue

Okay so here's the prologue.

I hope you enjoy this as much as I do or even more :) 

[Zaniel, this is the story I wanted to post a long time ago the one I asked helped in for the description? Yeah, if you don't remember then its okay.]

Prologue:

The night got colder despite the blood all over me. Everything came too fast; it's all so shocking. There’s an ambulance coming our way right now. It’s getting louder; it’s deafening me. I cringe into a ball and place my hands over my ears as I rock back and forth trying to calm myself only to hear my heart beating faster and Richie’s cries. He’s never scared, he’s always the brave one but now he’s crying like the tears won’t stop falling.

My eyes shut as people, in white clothes, come towards Richie and I while the others go to the middle of the crash.

The silence that I tried to keep only prevailed my memory to come back. I wanted to get her but my bloody body, along with fear, shock, and dying hope held me back. If she’s dead I don’t know what I’d do because surely I'll die too.

They take her out of the car and I watch as they check her pulse. One of them shakes his head. She’s dead. Gone. Out of this world and never coming back to us. She’s better off this way anyway; she doesn’t deserve the 'family' she got stuck in. No one deserves to live in a crappy family like ours.

No one.

••• 

Richie and I sit beside each other staring into space in silence. This moment doesn’t seem real for either of us and we aren’t ready to accept it to our own account. I ponder on my last wills- the ones that will never be heard- knowing I will only be another body in the ditch, filthy and aged. “We’re here.” No. Not in the doorstep of living hell! Please, I want to go somewhere, anywhere away from here!

I start to shake violently as my heart sinks to my abused body’s core. Please, not now, not ever… please.  

••• 

We find ourselves standing on the front door of the shackled house, the cop holding Richie and me. I shut my eyes as my ears listen for the door. Footsteps. His footsteps. They’re getting louder. No. Don’t. Please. Oh God, help me! Someone! Anyone!

The door flings open. “Hello officer, what seems to be the—“ his eyes travel to us. An evil grin of victory then spreads on his face. “I’ve been looking for you.” He whispers as his eyes glare into mine; his pool of lust drowns me hinting me that soon my innocence and virginity will be gone.

“Are you their father?” the cop asks sternly. My ears turn deaf  hearing only one sound, an eerie sound of screeching emptiness. Their words float away and soon Richie and I step into the house, again.

••• 

My hands and feet are tied behind the chair; my mouth ducked taped. I don’t want this to happen, not to Richie! He’s all I have and all that I’ll ever have. No one can save him now; he can’t survive this! My eyes close to the brutal scene before me and now all I can hear are Richie’s cries. He's being cursed, spat on, mocked, batted by a wooden plank, and hung upside down on a chandelier; blood trickling everywhere, I can’t bear to see any more. His face is so red, his hands are tied to each other behind his back, and his mouth is ducked taped too but before that he was fed huge insects that Federal found crawling around this slaughter house.

The tears I yield seem endless knowing that I’m dead. We’re all dead and soon Federal will get another woman to replace Lizzy and have her pregnant to a lot of kids like Richie and I and he’ll be doing this again and again and again…

'I have to stop this for Kenny, for Mikee, for June, for the limbless cop who tried to save us, for Richie, for Lizzy and her baby and for me.'     

If you don't get this part then that's fine but if you're dying there becuase you really, really, extremely don't get it comment below and I will answer. Don't worry, I'm just adjusting chapter one for our sake. 

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