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“It’s not your fault. You were just a kid.”
“I ain’t done,” I warn her, pressing my head against the white cladding behind me and clutching at the dirt with the hand she’s not holding. I look at our joined hands and wonder if she’ll want to touch me after she’s heard the next part.
I take a deep breath and close my eyes. I hate the memory of that night. My head throbs and my stomach still lunges like it did when I was there. I can even still smell him when I think back to it…
I wake up with my wrists cable-tied to a rusty garden chair. It’s facing the couch where Beth is sitting, crying. The back of my head is pounding from where he hit me. I’m not sure what he swung at me, but it was heavy, and I can feel the blood trickling down the back of my neck.
I stare back at Rick bravely as he moves in front of me and smiles wickedly.
“What were ya gonna do with that knife, boy?” he asks calmly, his eyes shifting to where it rests on the crate he uses as a coffee table.
I flex my muscles, willing them to be free so I can give this son of a bitch the beating he deserves. That’s what I came here for. I’m not weak anymore. He can’t control this family.
Rick reaches around his back, and I hear Beth’s loud gasp come from behind him. When he brings his hand back around to his front, I realize why.
He’s holding a gun.
“Come here, Beth,” he encourages her off the couch and positions her right in front of me.
“She’s so pretty, isn’t she?” Rick slides the barrel of the gun over Beth's cheek, and I watch her flinch with fear. “You must have thought about it while you were out there watching, wondered how it might feel to take her for yourself,” he taunts.
“No.” I shake my head sternly. That ain’t what this is about. I wanted her to know she wasn’t alone, to get that someone else suffered with her. Rick picks up the knife I came here with from the crate and touches the tip of the blade between my legs.
“You can’t deny it, Caden. Your body gives you away.” I close my eyes, too ashamed to look down. Just lately, I’ve had no control over it. Maybe watching what he’s done for so many years has put his sickness inside me.
“Show him what a good girl you are, Beth.” Rick pulls the knife away and tucks it into his pocket. Then, placing his hand on her shoulder, he forces her down onto her knees in front of me.
“No.” I shake my head again, feeling the bile rise in my throat when I realize what he’s suggesting. Beth looks up at me, her eyes wide and swollen with tears, and I continue to shake my head at her.
“Beth, I gave you an order,” Rick warns, and I swear if he didn’t have a gun, I’d find the strength to snap these cable ties off my wrist and kill him with my bare hands.
“Come on, sweetheart, show your big brother how good you are. He’s been watching out there for so long.”
“That’s not true. That’s not why I watch.” I force the words out, but Beth just looks back at me blankly, like she’s unsure what to believe.
Rick moves slightly, and suddenly something changes. A fresh fear finds Beth’s eyes, and at the same time, I feel cold metal press against my temple.
“I don’t like to ask twice, do I?” Rick threatens, and despite the fear of him pulling the trigger, I continue to shake my head at my sister helplessly.
“Don’t do it, Beth,” I plead as her shaky fingers reach to the waistline of my sweatpants.
“Good girl, you show him. I bet he likes it just the way I do. Deep and slow,” Rick coaxes her, shoving her forward with his palm on the back of her head. She shuts her eyes to try to blank everything out and breathes slowly, the same way he does when he’s inside her.
I feel my heart rupture, agony and hate rushing through my bloodstream, trying to find a route out.
Surely she can’t actually be considering this.
It goes beyond fucked up.
“Beth, listen to me. You can’t do this. Open your eyes and look at me,” I command, ignoring the gun to my fucking head and trying to stop her from doing something she won’t be able to take back.
“I have to. I won’t let him hurt you,” she looks up at me, her voice robotic as her hand slips into my bottoms. And I choke in disgust when she touches me, hating myself for the fact my dick throbs in her palm.
“Beth, stop. No,” I raise my voice, and Rick makes a cruel sadistic laugh as she continues to stare up at me helplessly.
“You let him shoot me.” The words may blurt from my mouth, but I fucking mean them. Suddenly fear doesn’t exist inside me. I’d rather be fucking dead than have us go through this.
“Fucking shoot me!” I turn my head and stare at the sick bastard beside me. I don’t care that I’m giving him the reaction he wants.
