"Where are they?" I ask in a stern tone. My brother laughs and re-positions the gun on the back of my head, then removes it. "Where is who?" he asks and I slowly turn around and look up at him. "Ren. And her family. What did you do to them?" Drade smiles and shakes his head. "I didn't do anything to them," he states boldly, and I glare at him, shaking my head. "they just disappeared."
"You're lying." I spit, and Drade gives a sly smile.
Given the blood splattered all across the front porch and stairs, I know that he is lying.
"Where's Jexton?" I ask and back away from my brother, but he steps forward enclosing the much needed space between us. "You mean your beloved?" he asks and I glare at him, sure not to make a single move, and wait for his next lie.
Drade shrugs and I shake my head. "Leave them alone." I demand and he laughs at me. Really, he throws his head back like a child and laughs like he had just heard the most comedic punchline in the world. I stand in front of him and wait for his moment of amusement to come to an end. I am beyond annoyed and pissed as he wipes the joyous tears from his cheeks.
"Do you think you really stand a chance, Farrah? Baby girl, if I wanted to, I could kill you right now and not have a care in the world. But I'm not going to, so don't try and threaten me."
I move to turn around and walk away, but Drade grabs my arm and yanks me back. "I really did need that blow to the head, though. Thank you." he says and I stare up at him in fear.
It intrigues and frightens me that the single blow to the head that I had caused did not keep him out long enough for me to get away. I thought he would be knocked out like Jexton, and that I could finally get away from this mess. I don't even know how he found me again in the first place, and the fact that he keeps finding me is terrifying.
My mental question is answered when he pulls the tracker tablet from his back pocket and waves it in the air. He smiles widely, and I can feel my heart sink into the pits of my stomach.
"I heard your boy toy was missing this little piece of technology." Drade smirks, looking between the tracker tablet and my face.
"Let go of me!" I scream as my brother drags me across the porch to the front door of Ren's house. I squirm and scream as I feel my skin drag through the cold blood.
For all I know, this could be my last glimpse of sunlight. My last sight of nature, and my last breath of life. This could be the end of it all. This could be the end of me.
Part of me is hoping that this is finally the end. That I won't have to be put through anymore and that I won't have to fight anymore. Part of me is hoping and praying that my brother kills me so I don't have to see him or anything ever again, but the beauty of heaven and seeing my parents once again.
However, the other part of me is screaming to put up a fight. It is telling me to not give up and to not give in. The other part of me is urging to fight and come back stronger than I have ever been.
This is your most fragile and vulnerable state. Do not let Drade do this to you again.
I finally stop squirming and allow my brother to drag me into the house by my hair. I appear unaffected and pretend that the pain does not hurt me. "Good girl." Drade says as he drags me to the living room from under my arms and gently lies me on the couch.
I begin to cry, really cry, and allow everything that I have been holding in to seep out all at once. Every emotion. Every bottled up feeling. Every Godforsaken event that I have witnessed flows out of me in tears and sobs.
"Shh, shh, Farrah, hey." Drade's voice softens and he caresses my hair and cheeks. He kneels by my side and studies my face and I try to look away from him, but his grip on my jawline is too strong and I can't budge.
"Hey, calm down. Shh." I stare at my brother through blurry, tear-filled eyes and sniffle as his hand travels down my neck, bicep and forearm. My breath catches and my throat feels as if it is closing. My lungs are all of the sudden out of air, and I can barely see.
"P-plea." I stutter, but cannot make out the full word. I try to breathe in, but air is non-existent at the moment. "Shh." Drade shushes me again and his hand travels over my abdomen and even lower. I try to scream, but my voice has left me.
Not again. Please, God, not again.
As my older brother's hands explore my waistline, I look up and see the silhouette of a person behind him. I cannot see who it is or what their gender is, but at this moment I do not care. As long as this person is here to help me, that is all that matters.
"You're so beautiful and warm." Drade compliments me and I cannot take my eyes off of the silhouette behind him.
"Go to hell." I manage to say and he smiles.
"What she said." the silhouette speaks and a gunshot sounds throughout the room. My brother collapses on top of me. I blink multiple times, and finally my vision returns.
Henley stands above me and yanks my brother's newly deceased body off of me. "We have to go." she says through heavy breaths and walks back toward the door.
YOU ARE READING
Us Against The World
Macera" We stand there for a few more minutes just pointing our guns and staring at each other. My arms begin to hurt, but I know that I cannot let my guard down. I know that eventually I will die; but I don't want it to be like this. If anything, Jexton...
