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Well, not all of it, but most of it. Rhys and my Father were arguing. Rhys brought me up here…and then he fucked me from behind.
I remember him turning me over and thrusting hard into me over and over again until I could feel his hot cum shooting inside of me. And then I erupted with pleasure a few seconds later. My toes tingle from the memory of being handled so roughly.
I liked the way Rhys shoved me into the bed and stuffed his thick cock inside of me. I didn’t think I’d ever be able to have sex and orgasm, but with my brain half unconscious, I enjoyed the feeling of my brother riding inside of me and I wanted to feel it again.But only with him.
Rhys is nowhere to be seen even though I remember him staying with me after he had just fucked me.
I get up from my bed, feeling sore but in the best way possible and head into the bathroom.
I don’t remember anything after the library. The last thing I remember about that was Rhys giving me another drink and then it was all darkness. I possibly blacked out.
Just as I’m thinking of Rhys again, thoughts of my Father slip back into my mind. Last night I could barely keep my eyes open, but I understood enough from the tones in their voices to know that something had transpired.
I stand across from the old mirror, and a deep nauseating feeling settles in the pit of my stomach.
If he finds out about what we did…
Tears burn the back of my eyes and I begin to scratch the skin on my left wrist. Up and down, I drag my nails into my pale skin.
You’re a dirty whore, Pike.
The voice in my head comes alive. Sometimes I don’t hear it for days, or months, but then when it comes back, I cannot seem to be rid of it.
Your father is going to find out about what a dirty bitch you are and then you’ll learn a lesson.
“Stop it!” I whisper harshly at my reflection.
Glancing down, I can see blood seeping out from the thin scrapes on my wrists.
My chest rises and falls fast and I can feel the tension building in my gut, slowly bubbling up toward my throat.
My airway is shut off and I can’t seem to breathe in deep enough. Each breath that I suck in feels shallow. I lean over the sink and close my eyes shut, letting the tears tumble down my cheeks.
My lips quiver and I taste the saltiness that enters my mouth.When I open my eyes again, I am in my room sitting in a curled-up ball in the corner, watching as she paces in front of me. This happened before, but now it’s just a memory to haunt me.
Her long black hair is open and swaying against the small of her back. I watch as she clenches and unclenches her hands, before turning around and staring directly at me.
Her eyes are bloodshot and her nose is red and leaking with snot. I can’t tell if her eyes are bloodshot because she hasn’t had a fix in a while or from crying.
She’s getting worse though. The drugs are slowly eating away and she can’t see it because it’s too late. We don’t go out anymore. Father is away on business trips most of the time and we are restricted from going outside unless it’s school.
Mother doesn’t cook, she doesn’t clean and if we laugh or speak too loud, we get punished. But I don’t get easy punishment like Rhys. He’s sent to his room and told to stay in there until she says he can come out. She can never hurt Rhys and I know it’s because she loves him more. Ever since I was a young child, I could sense my mother’s grievance towards me. But I could never hate her, not like she hates me.
“You think you know better than me, don’t you?” Mother says walking towards me in fast heavy steps that make me recoil. My back is plastered against the cold wall. I have nowhere else to go because she locked the door and I cannot scream for my brother, because she’ll hurt me far worse than what she originally had in mind. It’s not like she hasn’t tried to kill me before. She recounted the way she never fed me after I was born and that I eventually ended up in the paediatric ward for two weeks. To her, I was the weaker twin and Rhys was worth saving. We were born premature, but Rhys was always stronger. She hates the connection I have with Rhys now because it’s not something anyone else can understand.
If I breathe, he breathes. If I, he dies. We share an eternally bound soul and we’ll share it forever. It’s just us.
“Where did you hide it?” Mother asks.
“I never hide anything,” I whisper so softly that I don’t think she hears me, but she does hear me and she doesn’t like my answer.
Before I can move, she is in front of me, grabbing me by my arms and shaking me hard until my head hits the wall.
“You selfish cunt,” she spits in my face like a rabid animal.
I keep my mouth sealed even though I want to fight back. If I do, I know it will not end well.
The tears fall from my cheeks and there’s nothing I can do, but sit there as she slaps me across the face. The sharp sting travels up to my temple and I watch as she shoves me away from her, before she stands up and walks away, whispering to herself.
