Chapter Thirty-Three: Ryder

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I open my eyes to see people I thought I would never see again. "Mom? Dad?"

I look back and forth from my mom tk my dad. They look at me, smiling saying "Hi honey." They back away standing behind Rose's past out body. 

"What are you doing here?" I ask confused. They start laughing. Mom starts playing with Rose's hair while dad takes out a knife. Wait what is he doing. He pulls Rose back by her hair putting the knife to hee throat.  I could feel my nails digging into my hands as I clinch my fist. "Leave her alone." I say angrily .

"Awe, look Dax. Our son has found his true love." Mom says to dad. Dad laughs "Our boy is all grown up... to bad we have to take her away from you." Dad says smiling. 

"Why, why are you doing this?" I ask. 

They laugh, looking at each other shrugging there shoulders "Why not?" Mom says. I see something move in the corner of my eye. I look over to see Rose waking up. She immediately jumps up looking around frantakly trying to search for something or someone. Her eyes land on me. I could see her relax a little. She looks from me to my parents. I could see the confusion in her eyes. 

She looks back at me, asking "Ryder what's going on?" I couldn't answer her. I didn't even know. How could I tell her what my parents did to me or anyone for that madder. 

Flashback 10 years ago

"Ahhh." I jerk awake hearing someone screaming. I slowly climb out of bed, opening my bedroom door. Quietly making my way down stairs, walking across the living room. I stand in front of the basement door. "Ahhh, please stop... please I'll do anything." Someone beggs. I carefully open the basement door, making my way down stairs. I turn the corner to see mommy and daddy poking a lady with a sharp thingy. 

"Mommy? Daddy? What are you doing?" They immediately jumped back. Mommy slowly made her way over to me. 

"Go up stairs sweety." She says sweatly. 

"But mommy what are you doing to that lady?" I look over to see daddy having his arm around the lady's throat. Mommy yanks me by the arm dragging me up the stairs. 

"If you ever go down there again you'll be the next person we kill! " she yells, tears start to pour down my face. Mommy slaps me across the face. "Grow up. Stop being a little pussy and grow a pair." Mommy yells at me. She drags me up stairs and stabs me with an sharb object. My eyes starts to get heavy, then everything goes black. 

End of flashback

I shake my head trying to forget that night. That was the night they left me. I was only 8 years old and they tortured that women and drugged and left me alone. Who knows how many more people died because of them. "Ryder?" Rose yells. I jerk my head towards her. "What's going on?" I stair at her a little while, not knowing what to say.

"Yeah, son what's going on?" mom says with a smile. Rose's confused face turned into shock. She kept looking from me to my parents. Mom makes her way behind Rose, playing with her hair. Rose tries getting away but that's kinda hard when you're tied to a chair.

"What do you want?" I ask mom. She laughs yanking Rose's hair. Rose's head jerks back a little causing her to whimper. That got my blood boiling. "LEAVE HER ALONE!" I say in a dangerously low voice.

A flash of fear went across her eyes, but as quickly as it came it left just as fast. "Don't you dare speak to your mother like that!" dad yells. I could feel my anger growing and growing by the second.

"SHE IS NOT MY MOTHER! I yell angrily. Hurt flashed across her eyes, then she got angry.

"FINE IF I'M NOT YOUR MOTHER, THEN I WONT BE YOUR MOTHER!" she yells angrily, stabbing Rose in the side. Rose screams out in pain. 

"NOOO!" I scream, tears streaming down my face. I could see Rose was trying her hardest to fight the darkness, but no matter how much she tries.... her body went limp. I couldn't take this anymore. How could our parents do this to us? What did we ever do to deserve this. My parents start to laugh, making there way towards me. My dad smiles, then everything goes black.

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