Lost [JENLISA]

Chapter 30

Lisa's POV

"Now doesn't that ring any bells?" He asked, while raising his eyebrows. "That's not your full name." Matthew Lorenzo Manoban, my long lost brother. I've met him before, but he left when I was thirteen. He was quite different from the rest of us.

What I mean by different is that he didn't really socialize with the other kids, not that I was any different from him. Well he tried to socialize unlike me, but failed to do so. Let's get straight to the point, he was weird. He had a fetish for using pig's blood as pen ink he said it had something to do with the smell of blood being so desirable, writing violent messages on the walls of the school, we found his collection of socks and half the socks weren't even his.

Then one day he just disappeared. Like magic, poof. Of course not without hanging my cat, on a tree. He hated that cat, he said that it had magical powers, and that it was really a witch disguised as a pet.

For some reason I still loved him. I didn't care that he did all that. He was a charming guy, he could easily persuade people to do his biddings. He was a great liar and negotiator. He was able to get out of paying a large amount of money to the school for all the damage that he caused, when he set the principal's office on fire.

"Little sister, is this the greeting that I get? Just silence? How rude." He scoffs. I stared at him, he has grown a lot. He's taller now, about six feet tall maybe. Same dirty blonde hair, although it was a bit longer now, stormy gray eyes, with a murderous look in them. His nose was long and pointy, like how it always was. The same exact cherry red lips, that would form a tight line when he was in deep thought.

"Hi." Was all I could say, I wanted to punch him, maybe knock a few teeth out, but for some reason I couldn't bring myself to do it. He didn't make me see red, he didn't make me angry.

He didn't make me feel anything, the fact that he kidnapped my friends, the fact that he also abandoned me. "Where are they?" I asked him, not wanting to spend any more time in this hell hole.

"On the third floor, hurry up and take them, they're probably tired. Plus, I'm tired of this too. I don't wanna be dad's guinea pig. Tried of practicing techniques used to silently kill people. I haven't actually killed anyone, that was all dad. I lied about "My Collection". Although I do admit that I tortured your friends, I'm sorry." He said, without a look of sincerity in his face. "I already called the cops for you by the way. They should be here in thirty minutes, but I'll probably be dead before I go to jail, because dad will kill me first." He shrugged his shoulders as if he didn't care.

"Just promise me you'll visit my grave every now and then if I die that is, even though I don't deserve that. I know I don't deserve anything, I treated you guys like rubbish. Tell mom I'm sorry for blowing up her car."

"You blew up her car? The car that I took here?" I raised my eyebrow. "Well," He paused with his mouth open before continuing. "yes. Dad told me to do it or else he would hammer twenty-five nails into my head." He guiltily confessed.

"And how do you know that it was my mom's car? Whatever that doesn't matter, all that does matter is that," I paused and took a deep breath. "I'm not going to die here, I'm going to die because of my mom." I whined.

"Yeah, yeah, I get it, can you just hurry up already." He said impatiently. I rolled my eyes, and walked up another flight of stairs. This time there were doors all the way down on either side of the hallway. "Oh by the way, they're inside the room on the right hallway all the way at the end." I flinched when he started talking out of nowhere.

The hallways were dimly lit, the walls were still gray colored, small cracks were evident on the ceiling. The third level's floor is brown carpet, decorated with stains, from who knows where.