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As he squeezes my cheeks to force my jaw open and shoves the chocolate into my mouth. I want to spit it back out at him, but he keeps his hand over my mouth until I swallow it, his eyes are trained on me. He just stares, it’s off putting, the intensity is relentless. He stands there and eats the other half.
“Open.” But I’m not quick enough for him as he throws water over me. I scream as it hits my wound. How am I going to last? He hasn’t even started, and already I am thinking I want to die. I keep seeing Cahill and my mum every time I close my eyes. They are my strength. They need me, and I desperately need them. Please let Cahill and his men find me.
I hang my head and just wait for my fate. I give up trying to look at Jonathon.
“I didn’t know I had a brother. I wish I was able to meet you and get to know you. I am sorry you had a horrible childhood. I am sorry about your mother, but it wasn’t my fault. It was our dad’s from the sound of it. I have never met our dad. I don’t even know what he looks like. I know there is no point in trying to plead with you. You made up your mind, and this is my fate, but I do want to say, I am sorry. I really didn’t know any of this. If I did, I would have tried to find you. I would have tried to make a connection. But that’s in the past, and this is the present. Just do your worst, Jonathon. Let’s get this over with,” I say defeated, crying and totally heart broken.
I don’t want to fight him. I am hoping he might re-think and see I’m not the enemy, but Dad is. I am not counting my lucky stars because I don’t think I have any. I feel my arms become loose, pain ruses into my arms as they lower, and my feet touch the ground as I drop. Has he re-thought, had a change of heart? I look up and I am met with a fist. I fall back, hitting my head on the ground. My arms and legs aren’t working yet to catch me.
“You said I wasn’t giving you a fair fight because I had you tied up, now is your chance, bitch.” He spits at me while I am down. So no, not a change of heart after all, he’s still a douchebag then. He is literally playing with his meal before he kills it just like a cat does to a mouse, but he has given me hope. I might be able to get out of this. I stay down till the dizziness disappears and I can feel my hands again. Jonathon is just bouncing about waiting on me.
I feel my strength coming back to my body. I feel like I can fight my way out of this. I have something to fight for, my life. Jonathon has nothing. Cahill will kill him when he gets here. I stand tall, hands up in a boxing pose that I have seen on TV. I have never been in a fight before, so this is my first, wish me luck.
“What do you think you will achieve by killing me, brother dearest?” I say mockingly, really trying to prolong this.
“Dad will be hurt, just like how he hurt my mam and me,” he snarls at me, like he’s a dog.
“You don’t think for a second that when Cahill finds out he won’t kill you? Or Dad won’t kill you?”
“I’m not scared of death. I welcome it. I am planning on Cahill killing me, but I just hope I can see Dad before he does it. I want to see Dad’s face when I tell him it was me that killed his precious little princess. That he couldn’t protect you. His past caught up with you. His sins are the reason why I killed you.”
He looks up to the ceiling with his last sentence and I run. I punch and kick with all my might to try to do a little damage, but Jonathon just lifts me and throws me against the wall, as if I am a rag doll. I squeal so loud when my back hits the wall. It takes the wind completely out of me. My head is spinning again, I need to be careful, or I will die because of a head injury. As I am laying on the floor trying to catch my breath Jonathon comes beside me, smiles with a glint in his eyes, and then stabs both my legs in the thighs, the noise I make is not human. What the actual fuck?! I can’t move.
“That’s for trying to make me feel sorry for you with the apology you gave me. I don’t want your apology, I want your last breath, sister dearest.”
“Why?! I didn’t do anything. He was the one who fucked over your mum and you, not me!” I cry.
“Because he fucking lovesyou! He doesn’t give a fuck about me! Onlyyou! You spoiled little cunt!”
With every hate filled word he utters, he thumps me harder. Pain hits every inch of my body. I raise my arms up to protect my head. I can feel myself slipping into the dark. I am welcoming it, is this death?
“Please let this be it,” I whisper, welcoming death to come and take me.
“Not by a long shot, sis.”
It’s the last thing I hear before everything goes black again.
