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It had been a cold night, Jason was in the kitchen, trying to cook up something for them. He'd fired the cook a few days before, claiming she was snitching on them to Father. It must've been rice, and stew, maybe, because Michael hadn't known if it was blood or hot stew on his brother's hands when he came staggering out of the kitchen.
He looked up from his phone,
'' Ahahhn, topman, shey na stew pour for your hand?''
Jason opened his mouth to say something, but instead of words, blood came gushing out.
He dropped the phone and rushed over to his brother. Jason slumped, time stopped, the room was suddenly very cold.
He tried to pick him up, Jason wouldn't move, he couldn't.
''Jason! Jason! Jason!!!!''
Someone's voice was cracking, croaky. He started crying.
He was squeezing him too tight, the blood was soaking his shirt, he did not care.
''Its not possible, it's not true''
Cradling his brother in his arms, he cried, and cried, then howled and howled some more, till he lost his voice.
The rice was still on fire tho.
Riley's two older brothers do everything they can to protect her from their violent step-father. But what happens when they realise she wasn't as protected as they thought. Will her brother's find out the dark secrets she has been hiding? And can she break free from her inner demons?
This is Riley's story.
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"Pl..Please..." cried Riley as she stumbled on the steps.
"I love it when you beg," laughed Vincent as he dragged Riley to her bedroom.
Shoving her into the bedroom he closed the door behind him, turning the lock. "How long do I have?" asked Vincent as he sauntered up to Riley who backed herself against the wall.
"Not long, Jason will be back any minute now," lied Riley, her heart beating hard in her chest.
Vincent placed his arms on either side of Riley's body, trapping her in while dipping his head to her eye level. "I think my little birdy is lying to me," he smirked. "Now tell me, how long do I have," he asked again, pulling out a knife from his pocket and sliding it up Riley's back underneath her hoodie.
He pressed the knife into the flesh of her back and started to press down, cutting slowly into her skin. "Tell me," he repeated.
"Thr..ee h..hours," sobbed out Riley.
// WARNING: This story contains themes of self harm, rape and violence. If these trigger you in anyway please don't continue as there will be no warning before any of these scenes.