AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Tati, get your shit, Rooster. Go with her,” Big Al responded.
I shot a look at the Brookes and disappeared with Rooster on my heels. Shit was about to hit the fan, and I didn’t want to miss any of it!
Chapter Three.
Tati.
“Found this,” Bear announced just as I hurried back. Mr Brookes avoided eye contact as Bear threw a box on the floor. “Pick it up, bitch!”
Mrs Brookes did as she was told and turned white. Inside were photos of naked girls, who all had looks of terror on their faces. There were about twelve in total. Attached to the pictures was a locket of hair, names and dates.
“What’s this, Sam?” Mrs Brookes asked.
“Nothing, I dunno, it’s not mine!” Mr Brookes denied.
“Keep looking,” Bear ordered, and Mrs Brookes did.
She gagged as more photos appeared of Mr Brookes raping the girls.
“Bitch, I wanna know, who took the fuckin’ pictures?” Bear demanded.
Mrs Brookes shook her head and then cried out as she came to another photo. A teenage male was on his knees, holding a girl down as he raped her. Rooster picked up the image and looked at Mr Brookes.
“A father and son raping team,” Rooster drawled.
“What?” Bear urged.
“Pictures of that asshole everywhere. Impossible the bitch didn’t know,” Rooster said.
Mrs Brookes’ body trembled as I stared at her from behind Bear.
“They took in older teenage girls to rape them?” I inquired, horrified. I knew shit like this had happened, but I’d never confronted it before.
“Yeah, Tati, you need to leave. Wait outside,” Big Al replied.
Puzzled, I gazed up at Big Al and then at his three brothers. It wasn’t hard to interpret their expressions. Blood would be spilled tonight, and someone would pay for their crimes.
“No, I’ll stay here. This could have been me. Big Al, I ain’t no victim,” I answered firmly. Big Al sent me a nod of approval before speaking quietly to Bear. Mrs Brookes was now shrieking her innocence, but Big Al wasn’t having any of it.
“There are five kids here, all fostered. Guess they only got one son. What we gonna do with them?” Bear asked, looking at the young girl.
“I can drive,” she said, and I saw a hardness in her, and my heart broke. This wasn’t her first experience with abuse.
“Yeah?” Chance encouraged.
“Give me that box. I’ll take it and the younger children to the cops. Our uncle’s a cop, he’s a good guy, but they wouldn’t let us live with him because he’s single. This should allow him to claim us finally,” the girl suggested.
“Us?” Big Al urged.
“These are my real siblings. Those assholes took us all in. That asshole raped me tonight; I’ll have his shit on me and the bruises from where I fought him. That cunt just turns up the tv to ignore the screams. My uncle won’t let child services take us away from him. This will give him all the proof he needs to claim custody. He knows people too. Give me the keys to their car, and we’ll disappear straight to my uncle. The story will be, some strangers arrived for those fuckers, and we escaped after they left,” the girl spoke. Big Al was studying her like she was some foreign insect he’d never seen before.
“Kid, you ever need anything, send word to me at Hellfire. Ask for Big Al,” he said, and I saw him reach out to touch her cheek. The girl flinched back but nodded. “Get your siblings into the car, honey.”
Minutes ticked past as the Brookes began to yell. Moments after they opened their mouths, they were bound, gagged and lying on the floor. The teenage girl took the box and bundled her siblings into the vehicle. She told Big Al she’d give him an hour before heading to the cops.
“Their asshole son, not here?” Big Al asked.
“Nah, the girl said he’s gone to the shop for that cunt. He’ll be back soon. Celt is bringing the van,” Bear replied.
