Secrets and Lies | Closed.

Marilyn chewed on her lip nervously as she pulled on the outfit that had been picked out for her for the night. It was a tight pencil skirt and a strapless crop top. She frowned as she slid it on her body since it meant her large c cup breasts wouldn't be in a bra because Zack hated seeing bra straps with a strapless top, just like he hated her wearing underwear whenever they went out. He told her he wanted to be able to touch her when and wherever he liked.

Marilyn finished applying her make up and slid on the six inch solid black wedges that were matched with her outfit. He had her dressed in all black again. The only pop of color on her being the bright purple lipstick she wore that matched the nail polish on her freshly painted nails.

Zacky walked into the room and looked her over, walking up behind her and resting his hands on her hips. He slid them around her stomach and then placed his chin upon her shoulder, gazing at the two of them in her full-length mirror. "You look beautiful tonight, Marilyn," he murmured, smiling at her. He pressed a kiss to her neck before he pulled away and grabbed her hand. "Let's go, yeah?" He led her downstairs and grabbed his things before he pulled her out to his car.

"Where are we going tonight," Marilyn asked. She knew it was out to a club but she didn't know which one or if the guys were joining them. All she knew was he dressed her like this when they went out to one. Unless he just wanted to doll her up to flaunt her around to the world. Unless it was the guys or their family and friends no one knew who she was because Zack made sure to be careful about showing his affection.

Zacky opened the passenger side door for her, watching her climb inside. He shut the door before he walked around and got in himself, shutting the door. "We're going somewhere new," he announced as he started the car. "A new club that Matt and Val raved about. They're going to meet us there." He pulled out of the driveway and began the drive to the new club that had just opened up.

Marilyn chewed on the inside of her cheek, trying not to cry. Around Matt and Val she had to play the part of loving girlfriend to Zack. She absolutely hated that. The brunette wanted to tell them so badly how sick her brother was but she knew if she did his life would be ruined. Not even her parents knew that Zack used her for sex.

"Am I driving home tonight," she asked. Zack hardly everlet her drive his vintage cadillac unless he planned on drinking and he usually did have a couple beers and hard drinks when he hung out with Matt or any of the other guys.

Zacky thought about it for a moment and shrugged. "We'll see when we cross that bridge," he said. He wasn't sure if he planned on drinking or not tonight, but if he did, he knew he'd have to let her drive. He might be an asshole, but he wasn't willing to risk someone's life over not letting her drive his car. Besides, he knew if she did anything to harm his car, she knew she would get punished.

"Mom called and asked when we were going to visit her and dad," Marilyn mumbled. "We haven't seen them since my birthday last year." She missed her parents more than anything and anytime they visited was the only time Zack behaved like an older brother and not a possessive boyfriend.

Zacky frowned slightly. He didn't like visiting their parents. Every time he saw them, from the time Marilyn was born up until this very day, they loved to point out every flaw about him, loved to tell him how better his sister was than him. They loved to tell him he wasn't good enough, that he would never be good enough. He hated them. He didn't answer her, just kept his eyes on the road as he tried to contain his anger and his emotions. He didn't want to think about them right now.

Marilyn frowned, scared that she had pissed Zacky off and would be punished. She clenched her eyes, her body tensing as a whimper escaped her lips before she could stop it. "Please don't be mad at me," she sniffled. The brunette now had tears falling freely down her face from her blue green eyes. "I just miss mom, dad, Matt and Zina."

Ever since she had turned eighteen Zack had Marilyn live with him and she hardly saw her other siblings or her parents anymore. Her parents were always hard on Zack since he was their oldest son and even though he made millions as a rockstar somehow Marilyn felt because she was their youngest she was all that mattered.

Zacky pulled to a stop at a red light and looked over at her, narrowing his eyes slightly. "I don't see how you could miss them," he said, shaking his head. "But then again, I guess you are their golden child, right? You're the only one they actually give a fuck about. They could care less about me. But then, the times they do care, they only care about how poorly I'm doing, the fact that I'm not married yet and I haven't given them any grandchildren." He shook his head. "Fuck them."

"At least you get to live your life," Marilyn mumbled. She grabbed the mirror from her bag, attempting to fix her now tear damaged make up, hoping her brother hadn't heard her. After all it was because of him and his possessiveness she had lost the opportunity to start her own band. She had been his prisoner and fuck toy since she was sixteen and it had gotten even worse when he had talked her into moving in with him.

"Can I just go without you," Marilyn asked. "I promise I'll behave. You know I hate being punished."

Zacky glanced over at her, chuckling to himself. "Really?" he questioned. "Because I don't know if you remember what happened when you left the first time, but I certainly do. You're the one who came back to me because you had nowhere to go." He shook his head as he looked out of the window. "You didn't want to stay with them, you came to me. And now you suddenly miss them? I don't want you going there alone, Marilyn. You know how possessive they get over you. And you're not leaving me." He shook his head. He wouldn't allow it. He pulled into the parking lot and climbed out, walking around and pulling her door open.

"I miss my fucking family Zack," Marilyn snapped. She was angry and was finally venting how she felt. "Yes they're controlling but so are you! I could be in a band with my friends right now but you're so damn controlling you don't want me to do anything!" She climbed out of the car and walked towards the entrance, scared of what he would do since she had just yelled at him in public.

Zacky climbed out of the car and followed her, grabbing her arm and pulling her aside. "You wouldn't last a day in the real world without me, Marilyn," he hissed. "What, Mom and Dad take you in for six months and then they get tired of you living off them because your band doesn't take off and you didn't go to college so the best job you can get is working at Walmart? I provide you everything you would ever need, and all you can do is bitch about it? You're so ungrateful, you know that? You always have been!" He huffed as he backed away from her and grabbed her arm, yanking her towards the entrance.

Marilyn followed Zack, knowing she should argue with him more. She knew her band would make it if they had a chance. The brunette pulled her arm away from Zack's grasp, wanting to say so many things. Like how she had a college degree she had taken because he didn't want her getting a job. The brunette literally snuck around for the past two years getting her bachelor's degree in veterinary medicine. Marilyn could be a veterinary technician as soon as she got her certificate saying she passed her boards and then maybe she could be free of being her brother's sex toy.

"Normal brothers would encourage me to live my life and make mistakes not stay at his place and be his living sex toy," she mumbled.

Zacky ignored her for the time being, leading her inside. He waved at Matt before he dragged Marilyn to the bathrooms, pushing her inside and shutting the door, locking it. "Living sex toy, huh?" he questioned. "If you don't like it, then how come you never say no? Because you know I would stop if you did." He turned her around and pressed her up against a sink, bending her over and spanking her. "How come every time I spank you, you moan? How come every time I touch your body, you get wet? Hm? Explain that to me."

Marilyn held on tight to the sink in front of her, clenching her eyes tight as she tried not to cry. "You were my first," she snapped. "You've fucking conditioned your baby sister to get off on whatever you like." She held onto the sink even harder, her knuckles soon matching the white of the porcelain sink.

"I haven't conditioned you to do anything, Marilyn," Zacky said. "I don't want you to leave. But I can't count the number of times you could have walked out on me, you could have said no, you could have told me to stop, and you didn't. That speaks volumes." He slid his hand into her panties, running his fingers along her slit. "So don't even begin to tell me that you don't want this. Because I know you do."

"If I told you I wanted to date someone and fuck them would you let me," Marilyn asked. She already knew the answer to the question would be no but for some silly reason she hoped maybe some day her brother would stop being sexually attracted her and let her find someone even if she found an asshole at first.