The three siblings' story

Years Passed

Melissa's POV:
It's my 14th birthday. I sighed. February 26th. It was always the one day out of the years that I didn't get abused. Aaron has graduated and gotten many raises from his boss, he is 20. His birthday was in April. My sister Skyla is 17, she is a senior. We had transferred schools and I was only friends with a few people. Not many people at the school knew me or liked me.

I got out of the bed and looked at myself in the mirror on my dresses. I was wearing a baggy, black hoodie, gray sweatpants and my hair was messy. I walked out of my room. My brother and sister were there in the kitchen, waiting for me.

They had smiles on their faces, "Happy Birthday Melissa!" They had a cake sitting on the table. It was small, but was enough for the three of us.

While my brother was skilled at cooking, my sister enjoyed baking, "I baked this cake for you! I hope you like it! It's red velvet." She started to cut the cake.

"My favorite." I smiled and sat down in between my siblings. I looked back at the living room, mother was laying on the couch looking for something to watch on Netflix.

"Happy birthday or whatever brat." She muttered under her breath.

"Thanks mother." I said coldly. We glared at each other before going back to what we were doing. My siblings and I ate the cake and went to Skyla's room to hang out. Aaron had gotten me a few snacks and drinks. Skyla had saved up to get me a choker and a new baggy black hoodie. It said "whatever." on it. I smiled and changed into it. It's sleeves were super long on my. The hoodie went down to my lower thigh and it was super comfy.

My brother handed me a box of cookies and cream Pocky and I took it gratefully. A few hours passed and I went into the living room hoping to watch TV. To my dismay, mother was still laying there.

Beer cans were all over the coffee table, I rolled my eyes and she looked at me, "Got a problem Bitch?!" She snarled at me.

"Oh just all the alcohol abuse I see here." I answered sarcastically and motioned my hand towards the beer cans. I began to pick them up and I was stopped by hands grabbing my waist. It was another kid, he looked around my age.

"Excuse you?!" I yelped.

He smirked, "scare easily much?"

I sighed "whatever." I took the cans to the bin that we put them in the recycle. "Mother, care to explain who this is?"

She looked at the kid, "Oh, this is my boyfriend's beloved son. His name is Brayden." She smiled at him and he gave her a slight nod. "Show him around the house, he'll be staying in your room with you." She muttered.

"But-" she glared at me before I could fully object, "fine, come this way Brayden." I growled. He followed me while I showed him around. "This is my room." We we're finally done.

"Don't you mean OUR room?" He replied with a smirk on his face. He looked me dead into my brown eyes and started stroking my brown hair. "You're quite pretty you know?" I shoved his hand away. Don't touch me. I didn't pay much attention to his looks but he has curly blond hair and blue eyes, he was tall and fit. He took off his shirt to reveal a six pack. I looked away.

"Put a shirt on!" I demanded.

"Nonsense, this is how I sleep." He stated slipping his pants off. I simply turned around and started walking towards my bed. Before I knew it, I was pinned to my bed. "Heh, I like seeing you from this angle." Brayden looked down at me.

I started squirming, "G-get off!!!" I yelped.

He placed his lips on mine in a rough kiss, "no talking, unless you want to be punished."

I stayed silent, but then came with a reply, "Please get off." He pulled my hoodie roughly off of me. I felt a tear roll down my cheek.

He wiped it off, "Dont cry baby." He looked at me and I felt a chills go down my spine.

I had no choice, "I'm serious. Get. Off." I snarled.

"Quiet!" I felt his hand reach into my bra. He started to grind on me and I couldn't move, if I tried it was as if I was grinding on him back. His ankles were pinning mine so I couldn't kick him and my arms were pinned above my head. He let go of my breast and grabbed his belt and tied my wrists together, I struggled but couldn't get it off. He started to make out with me, I refused to kiss him back. He forced his tongue into my mouth. I felt scared. He started to move his hand down to my underwear.

I flinched, "d-don't." I was able to speak one word between his rough kisses.

"Shut up!" He roughly pushed a finger into me and I started to cry, he started to thrust it in and out. He stopped, licked his finger and got off of me laughing at me. He took the belt off of my wrists, "Tell anybody about this and I'll make your life worse." He growled into my ear.

I stood up and ran to the bathroom. I grabbed my razor, I had never harmed myself before but I slid my razor across my arms roughly. The cuts were jagged. "One, two, three, four..." I kept going on each arm until they were littered with cuts. I had about 20 on each arm. Even though it was nighttime, I went outside to the large oak tree I usually laid in. I started punching it. Bruises were forming on my knuckles. Eventually, they started bleeding and I couldn't make a fist without my hands hurting. I pulled my hoodie sleeves down so they would cover my hands as usual, I went inside and to my room. I laid down in my bed and looked over at Brayden who was laying in his own bed.

I hate you. I just met you and I hate you. I cried silently in my head. I didn't fall asleep until around 4 am. Finally I felt sleep coming over me. Sleep, my peace along with my headphones.

(Hey guys, I know this was dark. I'm sorry but this is stuff that actually happens.)