Status: Just started. Remember, this is very loosely based on true events. A lot of things have been changed.
Chained.
Prologue.
I laid on the cold, steel bed, as it burned my wounded back, it stung, and burned, at the open flesh on my back, as I cringed, trying my best to ignore the pain, and focus on the fact that I was barely injured, compared to my sister, Evelyn.
She laid beside me, as her right arm shook a little bit, it was the only part of her body that she could move, without screaming out in pain. Her face was terrible, her eyelids were burned, and her face was cut, on one side, just a huge open gash, revealing muscles, bones and flesh, beneath the skin on her cheek. Her hair was torn off, and beside her head. Her naked body was under a torn rag, that covered the lower half of her, and she clutched onto it with her left hand. Her body was covered in wounds, cuts, burns, scratches, bruises, and dried blood.
“Help.” she struggled to whisper, but it only came out as a raspy, rattly breath.
I could easily read her lips, she had been trying to scream for help for days, and it only got harder. Now, she couldn't even speak.
Tears streamed down my face, as I held her close to me, trying to soothe her.
“You're going to be okay, he's gone now.”, I told her.
My dad's dead body was sprawled out on the ripped tile floor of our living room, his head laying over a pool of blood, with a note beside his body, that read:
I'm going to take my life. I've done damage to you guys, nearly killed the both of you, and everything I needed to do. I don't feel bad about it at all. I just don't want to spend the rest of my life in prison for tormenting the kids who were little fucking devils, and deserved to die from this. Evelyn, I'll see you in hell, where I will rape the shit out of your fat ass. Damien, I will see you also in hell, and we can bathe in the flames, while I rip every single part of your body out, and make you eat your heart like a little pig.
Goodbye, my children.
I had already called 911, cops, and ambulance were on the way, and I could hear the sirens from near our apartment building, as they neared closer. Evelyn groaned, and pressed her ear against my bare chest. It hurt her to even hear noises anymore, especially that loud.
I covered her ears, being as gentle as possible, she still cringed from the pain, and cried out softly in pain as the sirens were even closer, and I could see them pull into the parking lot of the building. Footsteps were nearing our apartment, I could hear them running, until they got to our door, and opened it.
“In here!” I screamed.
Two men quickly ran into our living room, as they gasped at the terrible sight of the situation that we were in. One of the men, which was tall and masculine, came to Evelyn's side, and wrapped the small blanket around her, lifting her into his arms.
I stood up, slowly, and pain coursed through every limb, but I knew I would be fine, I wasn't injured nearly as bad as Evelyn. I didn't reject the help of the other man, as he helped down the small flight of stairs, leading to the ground.
They put my sister on a gurney, and tied her down, and put her in the back of the ambulance truck. Cops ran in, as we ran out. I went with Evelyn, and stood beside her. The last thing she needed to feel was alone.
I knew she wouldn't be able to live much longer. She has gone through too much. Way too much. Her body couldn't take it. After everything that dad did, I knew she wouldn't last much longer.
The thought took me back, all the way back, to the beginning of the summer when mom died. Back to the memories of the abuse, torture, and everything. All of it would now be my life story.
She laid beside me, as her right arm shook a little bit, it was the only part of her body that she could move, without screaming out in pain. Her face was terrible, her eyelids were burned, and her face was cut, on one side, just a huge open gash, revealing muscles, bones and flesh, beneath the skin on her cheek. Her hair was torn off, and beside her head. Her naked body was under a torn rag, that covered the lower half of her, and she clutched onto it with her left hand. Her body was covered in wounds, cuts, burns, scratches, bruises, and dried blood.
“Help.” she struggled to whisper, but it only came out as a raspy, rattly breath.
I could easily read her lips, she had been trying to scream for help for days, and it only got harder. Now, she couldn't even speak.
Tears streamed down my face, as I held her close to me, trying to soothe her.
“You're going to be okay, he's gone now.”, I told her.
My dad's dead body was sprawled out on the ripped tile floor of our living room, his head laying over a pool of blood, with a note beside his body, that read:
I'm going to take my life. I've done damage to you guys, nearly killed the both of you, and everything I needed to do. I don't feel bad about it at all. I just don't want to spend the rest of my life in prison for tormenting the kids who were little fucking devils, and deserved to die from this. Evelyn, I'll see you in hell, where I will rape the shit out of your fat ass. Damien, I will see you also in hell, and we can bathe in the flames, while I rip every single part of your body out, and make you eat your heart like a little pig.
Goodbye, my children.
I had already called 911, cops, and ambulance were on the way, and I could hear the sirens from near our apartment building, as they neared closer. Evelyn groaned, and pressed her ear against my bare chest. It hurt her to even hear noises anymore, especially that loud.
I covered her ears, being as gentle as possible, she still cringed from the pain, and cried out softly in pain as the sirens were even closer, and I could see them pull into the parking lot of the building. Footsteps were nearing our apartment, I could hear them running, until they got to our door, and opened it.
“In here!” I screamed.
Two men quickly ran into our living room, as they gasped at the terrible sight of the situation that we were in. One of the men, which was tall and masculine, came to Evelyn's side, and wrapped the small blanket around her, lifting her into his arms.
I stood up, slowly, and pain coursed through every limb, but I knew I would be fine, I wasn't injured nearly as bad as Evelyn. I didn't reject the help of the other man, as he helped down the small flight of stairs, leading to the ground.
They put my sister on a gurney, and tied her down, and put her in the back of the ambulance truck. Cops ran in, as we ran out. I went with Evelyn, and stood beside her. The last thing she needed to feel was alone.
I knew she wouldn't be able to live much longer. She has gone through too much. Way too much. Her body couldn't take it. After everything that dad did, I knew she wouldn't last much longer.
The thought took me back, all the way back, to the beginning of the summer when mom died. Back to the memories of the abuse, torture, and everything. All of it would now be my life story.
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