+ marks the grave {Completed}

Chapter 60

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Pain.
Fractured ribs.
Broken arm.
Fresh wounds over my back.
The pain brought pack memories.
Haunting memories. Of a man. And a child.
"Be a good girl ber-ber!"
He was joyfully spilling his beer all over the sofa with my pitiful mother sitting on his lap.
"Yeah! Do the little dance!"
She commanded to the clock as she looked drunkenly in the wrong direction.
One month had passed since they had taken me from the orphanage.
I didn't even spend too weeks with my dad before he palmed me off to my mother.
At first I was happy and nervous to meet her.
But after a few hours and beers her true colours started to show.
The only thing that I looked forward to was my new brothers' company.
But unfortunately there was boundaries when it came to that.
No unnecessary talking.
No laughing.
No leaving designated rooms after six.
No eating without permission.
And definitely not discussing, meeting, having of friends.
The rules was kind of simple for a ten year old orphan.
But as I grew I became more rebellious, following in my brother's footsteps.
He'd always try his best to stop Henry from touching me.
But as far as the age difference goes, it always ended the same.
Black eyes and bruises.
He never once won a fight.
I never stopped trying to convince him to stop fighting though.
It was as if one of those nights, he'd die by his hands.
I couldn't live with that.
So as I grew, the assaults grew more secretive.
I was forced to wear long clothing.
Luckily more  people didn't suspect anything, calling it the teen age fashion sense.
Adults were so typical.
Always over looking the pain and sorrow of children.
Always making excuses for their neglection of their duties.
They fail to take responsibility for their lack of care, causing children to rebel.
It all starts with the adults.
A plant can't grow without water and sunlight.
Nor will it blossom without roots.
Sometimes parents are left to parent on their own and the burden may be heavy, but without a foundation, a child can easily be led astray.
Adults pick the paths we walk upon, but don't teach us to walk, leaving us to crawl the distance.
The journey is long and discouragement comes easy.
Especially when adults expectations weigh heavily on our shoulders.
Failure in parental guidance causes children to step up in roles.
And that's exactly what happened to Kent.
Our mother was barely ever home and if she was, she'd drag Henry with her.
They'd expect everything to be done while they stay cooped up in a bedroom at any given point of time.
I sympathized with my brother.
His room was directly next to theirs.
Technically, it was supposed to be my room, but let's just say he protested.
No matter how many houses she changes, the layout is always similar.
Three basic bedrooms, kitchen connected to living and dining room and laundry room. The bear necessities.
It never bothered us. Most of the time we had the house to ourselves.
If even though the house might be small, two children could find the world of mischievous to do.
We broke windows, smashed plant pots, egged vehicles, buried slippers and even did graffiti on the walls.
Not to mention stealing the groceries and sneaking out to have picnics.
It was always eventful when Kent was around.
When he ran away, things took a dramatic turn.
There was no need to hide the assaults anymore.
They became more random and frequent.
And my will to hide it slowly diminished.
But that was only until I had set my mind to go after Kent.
I hadn't known where he went, the only clue I had was rumors that he still attended the same school.
The only problem was that I never saw him in school after he ran away.
Bu the rumors was more than nothing.
So when I had enough, I jumped through my bedroom window and walked straight to school in the freezing blizzard.
He found me by the doorstep, frozen.
When I woke up I was in an unfamiliar room.
But when I compare it to where I was now, the only difference was that there was iron rods separating the large floor into what seemed to be cells.
I wasn't a captive there.
I didn't know where he had taken me.
And now that I think about it... there was a lot wrong with that basement.
Why did it have cells?
Was I imagining the metal bars?
Maybe my mind created an imaginary basement to go along with my running away scheme.
I was barely conscious afterall.
But I would surely ask Kent about that if I ever get to see him again.
I wish I wasn't so mean to him.
If only I'd known that that would've been the last time I saw him I would've hugged him with all my might.
I wouldn't have thrown those petty remarks at him.
He deserved so much more than an ungrateful sister.
He was my sword and shield when I couldn't defend myself.
He taught me how to crawl before I could walk.
And now I repaid him back with a swift kick to the heart.
Pathetic.
I more than deserved this treatment.
Now that I look at it all, all of this was the perfect and just punishment for my actions.
For taking Jack even though I knew Bella loved him.
For abandoning Cara right when her mother passed away.
For letting Lucy's sexuality to come out into the open, after she trusted me with her secret.
For carelessly neglecting Marci and Rebbeca, and aiding in their drowning.
For never telling Hance how much he meant to me before he died.
For picking a boy over my brother.
For even now, for playing with Robertos feelings.
I've done too much to ever repent.
I should've never thought that I could run away from my past.
Their spirits will always be heavy on my shoulders.
I killed Marci. And Rebbeca And Hance. And I destroyed Lucy's chance of getting a scholarship. And I broke Cara beyond repair...so much that she turned to stranger for help. And I hurt Bella. The only one that stuck by me.
I shattered her heart completely, so much that she may never love another.
Not to mention how much pain Roberto might be in when I die. I led him on so much. I could only hope he hadn't gotten genuine feelings for me.
I was so desperate for information that I discarded his feelings in its entirety.
He tried his best to make me comfortable. To make us comfortable.
And I know deep down, that I may never reciprocate his feelings, or even live to try.
Cherry on top was Kent.
There was so much I didn't know.
So much he didn't tell me.
So much I didn't tell him.
I didn't mention this gang. I didn't mention the full extent of my ailments. Nor did I mention that I had been sent to juveniles prison for 8 months.
He never told me why he ran away or even who Drew and the others were.
I didn't even know why they lived together.
They just showed up at school, it didn't seem like they attended there before I transferred in.
What peaked my interest more was the fact that Kim was particularly interested with the whereabouts of the gym.
Why you might ask... I don't know either.
What would a gang like this one want with my brother... unless he was involved with this gang business somehow...
Something was fishy. And I hate fish.
But I guess the withheld secrets would stay just that.
I had no choice but to tell them what I knew.
Or so they thought.
I gave them false descriptions and locations.
It wouldn't take them long to realize.
I don't think I have much more time here.
Kim swore to kill me if I lied.
And well, considering that she's the spawn of Satan, whatever she swore on was anything but holy.
I could only hope it didn't leave me wholly.