Help me Please

Help me Please

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My name is Chance Loss. You know my name really symbolic to my life. What hand on my vacation with my parents and my older brother Neiver. Neiver Loss. The night I woke up late to head to the bathroom. It was quiet too quiet. Usually mom and dad are up watching a movie. When I head to the living room, I see blood on the floor and on the walls. It's a scene of a sudden and horrific blood in the room. I feel a sudden chill, and it's not the blood. I take a look at the patio. The see though glass door open, I got out on the patio and see Neiver. He's drinking white wine and have that sinister smile on his face. I look at his hand and see a knife. Did he? "All my problems are over. Now with you Chance." I got scared and back away. "But I won't kill you. I'll torture you like hell on earth. Brother." He looks at me with that smile on his face still. I got so scared and run off. Weeks pass. Living in the basement and haven't had a shower. All chained up and never ate since last week.
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"You trust me, don't you?" he says with a smile, that smile. It had fooled everyone, even me at some point, and for the first time I want to scream with rage and shake the earth to the core. "Give me a hug," he says pulling me out of the chair that feels like a rock underneath me. I am as stiff as a board as his hands circle me, making me feel worse than dirt. His hands reach between my thighs and I want to plunge a knife deep through his chest. The only thing stopping me is, the knife is no where near. I pull back and I don't try to hide the anger in my eyes. I want him to see it. To know that I am coming for him. Rape is chanted repeatedly in my mind, reminding of the lies I just told and the false accusations I am throwing on innocent people. He's probably figured it out anyways, surely a Priest as high as he cannot be deceived. But none of that matters anymore because...... This is just the Beginning.

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