A Declan Tale of three

My poor sister

I woke up with my hands chained behind my back in the basement on an old mattress. I was so sore. But all I could think about was my siblings. I heard him walking towards me. "You're awake, it took you long enough." He said, he's red eyes gleamed of hatred. "I'm find him you know,  you aren't strong enough to save any of them. " he held my face roughly "You're pathetic" he smiled

"You bitch! In hate you! You don't deserve kids! You don't deserve a life!" I shouted with anger

"You think I wanted kids? You little shits ruined my life!" He said disappointed

"Ever heard or protection you fat prick? I guess not since all your brain cells are drowned in alcohol"

He smacked me across the face causing my nose to bleed. "I hate you, I planet the seed for you little bastards and this is how you treat me? You're mother gave so much for you all."

"She didn't! She burns her cigarettes on brother Marcus,  and beats sister Isle with glass bottles. You all deserve to burn!"

"I don't like your tone" he hissed and grab me by the hair dragging me to the bathroom he dunked my head into the toilet and forced it down. I struggled to breathe, he lifted my head up for a second "have you learned your lesson?" I spit in his face and he started to drown me again. He lifted my head up then threw me on the floor. "I don't have any kids, remember that" he said as he walked away.

I was in the basement for two weeks. When I was allowed to come back only if I brought brother Marcus back home. When I came back noticed Isle was quite and not speaking more than usual. I decided to check on her, I sat next her. She was sitting in the corner of our bedroom. "Hey, what's wrong?" I asked she turned away from me and started to shake "Isle, are you okay? Whats wrong, tell me" she started weeping, I held her and hugged her "its okay, big brother here"

"Y...You can't help me" Isle cried

"Of course I can" I said cheerful

"You can't, not this time"

"Why sister Isle, what's wrong "

"I...I was raped"

I felt my heart sank into a bottomless pit. I couldn't do the one job as the oldest sibling my parents failed to do which is to protect and care for us. I quickly gathered myself together "who did it, who, you have to tell me" I felt a burning rage form inside me. She then told me it was a kid from my grade named Leonard Heyway.

I rushed into our parents weapons room and grabbed a gun, Marcus stopped me "Brother, what are you doing with that gun?"

"I have business to do " I said trying to walk passed him but he put a shield so I wouldn't be able to go anywhere.

"Brother, what's wrong " he asked,  I stayed quite I couldn't tell him "Brother?" He called out again.  I sighed then I told me everything.

Marcus, Isle, and I decided to have a chat alone in the hideout to figure out what to do.

"Well I think Brother Marcus should had let me handle" I said a bit upset playing with a knife

"I just don't want to talk about it" Isle said quietly

"Brother, Sister, let's just handle this the proper way, please"

"Why will they believe anything junkies will say? Let alone even care?!" I shouted getting up walking away from the table

"Brother, calm down. Look illegal things are illegal for a reason"  Marcus pleaded then he and I started to argue. Isle got up and ran to the bathroom and threw up. Marcus and I rushed over to her, holding her hair. Marcus set a meal for us and gave something for Isle to ease her stomach. "Why did you vomit, Sister? Is it because of Brother and I?" Marcus questioned "No....." Isle "I'm pregnant"