I was lying on my bed unable to sleep, my whole body panicking.
Why am I Feeling bad about the glimpse of sadness I saw in my brothers face when I told them 'I hate you'
I hate them, but why is it so painful?
As usual my mind wondered off!
I still remember the day when my mom told me that she and Andrew decided to get married, I wasn't surprised. I knew it from the beginning that something like this would happen. My mother was hopelessly in love with Andrew, they were a perfect couple in everyone's eyes. He was Sweet and caring Andrew for my mother, he was sweet and caring towards me at first but after their marriage something in him changed.
On the day of marriage I met Peter Scott, Andrews Son from his previous marriage. I wasn't comfortable with him from the start eventhough my mother made us go shopping and lunches to create a sibling bond between us.
When both peter and I knew that he can't and will never be my brother.
No one can take the place of those five loosers.
Something inside me always warned to be careful around Peter and his father. As time passed they started to meddle into my matters, at first it was about school or something petty, but soon they went to another level.
Andrew and Peter started to taunt me telling that no one want me and I am a burden to everyone. They criticized everything I did, as years passed it become unbearable. I felt so miserable and started to feel that something is wrong with me otherwise my dad and brothers wouldn't abondon me.
But now I know that those two were gaining some sadistic pleasure by hurting my feelings.
When I was 9 they started to physically abuse me, Andrew would beat me when mom wasn't at home, he threatened me not to speak a word about this to my mom. But whenever I tried when Peter and Andrew were not at home I was punished severely by him later.
My mom would ask about this to Andrew or she wouldn't believe me. After many failed attempt I stopped trying, it was clear that she didn't care about me. She believed everything Andrew and Peter told her, she even criticized me believing their lies that I have got attention seeking.
My Fear of dark closed room is caused by them. One day Peter locked me inside basement, there wasn't any source of light. The basement was dark and the atmosphere soon started to suffocate me.
Mom.......Anyone please open the door" I shouted
"It's scary please" I cried
"I CANT BREATHE, PETER OPEN THE DOOR" I screamed
I then screamed for my mom or anyone to open the door for almost a day till I passed out without any water or food and suffocation.
I didn't go to school for a week after that, I was so emotionally drowned. My mother believed Peter's words that I accidentally got myself locked inside the basement.
I started to isolate myself, Andrew's and Peter's physical abuse started to grow worse. I would lock myself in my room and cry to myself.
That's when Andrew told my mom to take me to a psychiatrist, which my mom followed without a word or thought.
After completing college Peter got a job far away from home, I was relieved at hearing this news because Andrew was mostly out with work and Peter going away is one thing I needed the most.
But my relief turned into a worse nightmare when my mom told me that I will be moving along with Peter, they had already discussed about changing my school.
I refused and rebelled against this, I even pleaded with her, but all my effort went in vain.
She told me that it's for my own good and change of place will do me good and brother Peter will take care of me as he loves me very much.
How can she do this to me?
He is not my brother! He's a monster!
I hate him!
I absolutely refused to move anywhere with him, I know what will happen with me if I do as they told me.
I was proved right that every day.
I was sitting in my room trying to find a way to get out of this situation, mom and Andrew went out for some shopping. Suddenly Peter entered my room without knocking, he was clearly drunk.
"What do you want" I asked him
As an answer I was slapped hardly on my cheek that will leave a mark like my other bruise.
"Don't speak bitch" he spat one hand grabbing my hair forcing me to look at him.
He suddenly started to caressing my arms before pressing his hands on my hips. He was looking at me lustfully licking his lips while eyeing my body.
What the hell is going on!
He never touched me before, this can't be happening.
" Leave me alone" I screamed
Which earned me another painful slap on my cheek and a punch in stomach, I could taste blood on my lips.
"I will teach you to have some fun before we move from here together" he whispered in my ears, I could smell the alcohol in his breath.
Next moment he forced me to lay on the floor using one hand while he started to undo his pants with another hand.
"You will enjoy this bitch" he smirked maliciously.
I screamed in top of my lungs for help while he sucked and bite my neck, his hands roaming over my body.
All I felt was disgust, I wanted to get away from him, from everything.
He was now almost laying on top of me, his hands were going inside my skirt.
Summoning my courage I kicked his private parts with my legs, while he growled in pain I pushed him above from me.
I immediately grabbed the big iron scissor placed on my bed side before trying to get as far as possible from him.
"You will pay for that bitch" he screamed before lunging towards me.
Next thing I knew is that Peter was lying in the floor growling with pain, blood gushing out from his stomach.
I had thrust the scissor into his gut.
There was blood all over my hands, I was panicking, I didn't know what to do.
Mom wouldn't believe me, they will send me to psychiatrist or some mental hospital claiming that I am mentally ill or dangerous monster.
Or worse, If he died.
I rushed downstairs, where I found Andrews phone laying in the table, he might have forgotten to take it.
I already had taken dad's number, which I took from Mom's mobile before without her knowledge, I grabbed Andrews phone and rushed to the nearby park my vision almost blurry with tears.
With shaking hand I dialed the number, as I feared my dad didn't want me, before I could say anything further the call got cut, I tried a few more time but the number was unavailable.
In frustration I threw the phone in the nearby wall breaking it, That's when I decide to run away.
I didn't stop anywhere, I ran without any direction and goal till my feet could carry me before catching a bus hoping it to go somewhere far as possible.
Leaving behind the identity of Callista Blackthorn.
Then everything was black, pitch black. All I could see is the darkness surrounding me, I could hear Andrew and Peter laughing at me, the way he touched me, all I wanted was to get away from him but I couldn't move. Pain shot from my whole body as I screamed in top of my lungs, I was now gasping for breathe, tears flowing through my eyes.
"Callie" A voice came
Someone was holding my hands and legs, I kicked and trashed to free myself while gasping for breathe.
I could hear some voices but couldn't make out what they were speaking between my screams expect a few.
"Open your eyes" A voice came
"Focus on your breathe" Came another voice
"Lia, Calm down, everything is okay" A hand held my face firmly but with gentleness.
I could feel warmth and tenderness in that voice, Gathering everything I have I opened my eyes.
I was no longer surrounded by darkness, instead I was in a room with bright white light.
My room.
My eyes widened as reality hit me hard like a full speeded heavy loaded truck.
Five pair of eyes were staring at me.
Oh god,What have I done!