My naughty sister... (Sister needed)

[ddood192]

Deek's sister is 15, 2 years younger than him, and she has always seemed a little odd to him. She always seemed to being weird, yet cheerful. It's gotten to greater detail as time past. She has always had a crush on him, growing and growing each year. Even in public she's all over him, trying to grab his attention. Luckily, his friends just thought she was a normal wild teenage girl, and they just thought she was trying to annoy him.

His sister is needed.

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The warm and early Monday morning had began just like every morning, the freshness of a new day, and the sound of an awakening household. It was an average and ordinary family, as most would say, and yet no one knew just exact who they were. It was a school day for the city on this day in May, and as normal it was, the teenager houses were the ones with true movement. In this house, it's a bit off on how things appear, yet it survives. A widowed mom, on the verge of running away, stood in the door war of the entrance. A hand written note in hand, a suitcase in the other. She was leaving to go on a month cruse in the Caribbean, leaving the children to be held responsible of the house. With the note pinned to the front door, the middle-aged mother caught a nearby taxi, and left without warning.

Deek laid in the shitty bed that had been bought for him nearly a year ago, when they moved into the first floor apartment. It was just Him, his younger sister, and his jobless mother living together in the two bed room apartment. There was his room, which was the hall storage closet, then his sister's room, and the master bed room, which was locked up securely at all times. Inside his room, was a light above him a shitty bed and a homemade end table. On the end table, a clock ticked on by, seconds before 7 am. If someone were to see their home, they'd begin to wonder why he was given a closet with shitty furniture. The whole house showed signs of being a middle class normal home, and it was, in a way. His mom had money from suing an old boyfriend. They were set, and yet... Deek wasn't. Their mom adored his sister, while Deek got the scraps.

The clock in Deek's 'room' burst to life, waking the teen from a deep sleep coma. As he lifted the numbed weakened body of his, he hopped up with little to no problem. Shuffling to the door, opening it in a swift movement, he slowly stumbled down the hall to his sister's room, where he kept his clothes. At the current moment, he wore his light blue briefs. Having been lazy the night before, he forgot to grab his clothes from her room. Silently, he stepped into her room, seeing her still huddled in bed. The room was highly decorated to her accord, and the only thing that stood out was his black crate with clothes. Each step was like a small pat on the ground, the loudest sound being the crate opening. It creaked to life as his hand dipped in, and pulled out his clothes for the day. By now it was around 7:15, and the bus would becoming in ten minutes for them. With no time to spare, he figured with his sister asleep, he could possibly change there. As his hands pulled off the underwear, grabbing a red pair, he froze as he heard a noise. His sister had definitely awakened now, and he was completely naked, holding his underwear.

 

[Malicious Lullaby]

It seemed like five hours ago when she fell asleep. Actually, that part was true. She did go to bed five hours ago hence why she was asleep like a rock who wouldn’t budge or wake, even though the bus to get her and her brother would be there so soon. She hadn’t even showered, had no chance of getting up sooner rather than later and she forgot to set her alarm otherwise she’d be awake already more than likely.

The door to her room opened revealing orange walls with posters that hung, covering nearly every inch of any bare wall space. The windows were open to let the morning breeze pour in, the blinds closed but blowing so gently from the air’s movements. In the bed lay the fifteen year old girl herself, sleeping as if she had actually died at 2 AM rather than fallen asleep. No, she was still alive but just exhausted. She was a complete night owl, staying up to odd hours of the day and having to wake early on school nights which often left her grouchy for most of the morning. She hated the morning and this morning was like no other.

The sound of a crate made her stir and while she was lying on her stomach, she now turned onto her side. Her eyes opened half way, squinted as her hand came up to run through her dark auburn hair, moving it out of her face. Chloe turned completely onto her back and stared up at the ceiling. That was when she heard another sound and she sat upright immediately only to find her hazel eyes glued to the back of her brother’s back, daring her to look further which she did, until her cheeks turned a bright red. She looked away and cleared her throat. “Uh, morning.” She rubbed her face to rid of the sleepiness before her head turned to the clock. Her already big eyes went even wider as she got first glimpse at the time. “No!” She cried as she ran out of bed and made haste to get ready. She didn’t even care anymore if Deek was in the room. She stripped right then and there and grabbed a change of clothes, bra and panties included with her ripped jeans and tank top. Then she ran out of her room to the bathroom and splashed cold water in her face, applied some eyeliner and tied her hair up in a messy bun.

She’d have to do, even if she wished she could jump in the shower. She could. But then she’d miss the bus. And she wouldn’t miss a chance to ride with her brother. No way. Not after…this morning.

 

[ddood192]

In a single moment, the world seemed to be standing completely still, and death was absolutely yearned for, though it wasn't going to approach this. Deek was at a stand still, trying to hide any trace of any thing she could see, or even catch a glimpse, though like several instances before, nothing would stop that from occurring. He pulled the briefs up his legs, officially covering anything. It only seemed to get worse for him though. As it happened, he turned around to leave the room and finish putting on a shirt, and she was stripping off her outfit to change. Jumping back and covering his eyes, he made it to be no chance of him peaking, and exited the room moments later directly behind her exit.

The bathroom was taken by Chloe, which was fine to him and his preferences. Nothing was of need to be accessed by him in there, having everything situated and prepared. The bus's air pressure thing could be heard from inside the entire apartment complex. By now, he was running through the front door, hitting the concrete stairs to the sidewalk. Still no sign of Chloe outside yet, as far as he knew, and jumped on the bus. One seat... he felt reluctant to be there in time. He would get to the last seat and have nothing bothering his time on this bus ride, besides the asshole he would be forced to sit next to, but it was better than sitting with his sister. His seat felt like the most relaxing spot on the bus, and it was like paradise. Well, until the asshole next to him leaned over to the guy behind them, smiling as if it's all a joke. "Ten bucks says his sister sits in his lap." He laughed and joked the hole time he spoke. The miniature group seemed to enjoy it. "What?! No... Don't say that! She'll hear you." He jumped on them, turning to the other boys in regret for their conversation. It wa the other boy who grabbed his attention next. "Calm down... We know you and your sister are dating." Boom. Another round of laughing sprung up, and Deek laid his head back, closing his eyes and trying to ignore them. And the bus hadn't even moved yet.

 

[Malicious Lullaby]

Nothing else occurred in her mind but the task of getting ready and maybe popping a pop tart in her mouth before she ran out to the bus with her things in tow. She was hopping to get her shoes on, her pop tart hanging out of her mouth and with a quick grab of her bag, she dashed out of the apartment. She also noticed her brother had already gone but she was hoping to catch up so they could ride together. Bus rides were the best with him and she was completely oblivious to the fact that his friends ragged on him, that everyone thought she was way too all over her brother. She didn’t think of it that way. Apparently they all did.

One foot at a time, she made it onto the bus, just in the bloom of laughter and her eyebrow furrowed. Were they laughing at her. She pulled the pop tart out of her mouth, chewing the bite she had in her mouth as she walked down the aisle before spotting her brother. Well, she didn’t sit in his lap but she did sit beside him and she smiled brightly, extending her hand over to offer him some pop tart. “Want some?” Clearly, the entire debacle that morning was long forgotten in her mind except for the image of his lovely derriere. Why should she have to erase that? It’s not like no one could read her mind or see into her thoughts. No one had to know. No one would need to ever know. Not even Deek.

Chloe had it bad for him. Brother or not. She was crushing on him hard. Could she be blamed? And was it really so wrong?

“What are you guys talking about?”

 

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The laughter lowered to a mumble of smart remarks, which were obviously all surrounded on the topic of the two siblings. Deek peeked over at Chloe, letting out a muffled moan. Even when there's no room, there's enough room for her. At least she wasn't in his lap, though it didn't help anymore to have her sitting next to him. As she took the bite off of her pop tart, he remembered how he hadn't eaten since yesterday's lunch. He felt as though she had read his mind, handing him some of her meal. Making it last, he took small bites of pop tart piece. One of the boys laughed again, leaning to the other one. "Aw, look. They're sharing meals now." Deek's facial expression scrunched up in anger, the rest of the pop tart being crumbled to pieces in his fist. The boys continued to annoy him, though he knew they didn't believe anything they said. Sadly, he wasn't quite sure what to think of his sister.

When the question hit the boys ears, they turned to each other, mumbling around. Finally, one spoke up. "Uh... Porn... Incest porn." And the boys burst out laughing again. Deek kept his head back and his eyes closed. "Don't listen to them. They're just ASSHOLES, WHO NEED TO SHUT THE FUCK UP!" He said, making sure the boys heard the last part. It didn't matter whether his sister seemed odd. They didn't have the right to make something that into what it wasn't. The bus had driven most of the way to the school by now, and it had one last traffic light. "Hey, calm down dude. They were only joking."

"No, they weren't. They do this shit all the time."

"That's my brother you're talking about. So go back to your sister thing now. If you're lucky, you'll probably get a quickie in the bathroom."

"And that's my sister YOU are talking about."

"Yeah, I know. And I think you guys are going to hell for Doing that stuff too."

A final line was crossed that moment, and Deek leaped up, throwing the first punch at the guy. "No one talks about my family, especially my sister, that way!" He yelled, each punch coming after a word until it was a continuous strand of punches, amped up with anger. When the bus came to a stop outside of the school, punches were still being thrown.

 

[Malicious Lullaby]

Often times, Chloe sort of remained in her own world and didn’t notice things much. Like right now, she was so situated and content with her pop tart that she hardly knew what her brother and his friends were talking about. Only when she zoned back in did she see how they were teasing she and her brother and she blushed. She looked down, her hands empty from the pop tart that now lay in her sated tummy. She didn’t say a word. Looking to her brother only, Chloe nodded slowly and she worried her lower lip. Every part of her was saying to scoot over from her brother. But she didn’t want to be away from him, even that little distance. Still, she managed to anyways and rubbed her arm consciously.

She wasn’t very talkative at all when they talked but only when one guy mentioned that they were going to hell for whatever they were doing—what were they doing?—she looked up. She opened her mouth to retort back, challenge him on that belief but then her brother got up and he attacked the guy. She watched in horror and also amazement. Horror as her brother lay punch after punch on the guy. Amazement because of how strong her brother was.

Biting her lower lip, she finally managed to get the light bulb to go off and she got up to her feet running into the aisle. “Deek! Deek stop! Stop it!” She cried as she tried to pull him off. Even as the bus came to a stop, she still hadn’t been able to stop him.

“Deek! Stop it, you’ll kill him!” She begged, her voice wavering. “Deek, please.” She grabbed the sleeve of his shirt, her hand reaching around to his cheek to make him look at her, to make him see her and maybe get him to end this. “Please, I don’t want you to get in trouble.”

 

[ddood192]

By now, everyone on the bus knew about the fight, and gathered around to maybe catch a glimpse of how it would be dealt with. The blood ran down the knuckles of both of his fist, the punches being more and more spaced out. The blood wasn't even the boy's, but his own. The guy's face had been beaten and cut, and he would be spitting blood, but the blood on his hands were of his own. It wasn't even close to being noticeable to him at the moment. Chloe, his sister, stood beside him, screaming. Kill? Not a bad idea, but a stupid one. As the blows stopped, and the boy sat there quiet, the crowd around them dispersed, some jumping around them, and others crawling out. The school sat right outside still, waiting to lock them up inside the cold hell until two o'clock in the afternoon. Deek stood there, the touch of his sister's hand still on his face. "What?" The one word felt like it was enough, showing he was somewhat calm again.

Seconds afterwards, without time to care, he walked off the bus, heading for the school entrance. Trying to leave his sister behind, as the doors open to the school, his path turned into the nearest bathroom he could enter. Inside, he simply cleaned up, making an excuse for being in there. Where ever Chloe was at the moment was on her. It wasn't his responsibility. It was, in fact, her own. Sure she was annoying to him, and sometimes weird, but she was his sister. Besides, as far as he could tell, all sisters have those qualities. Just as he made an attempt to exit from the restroom, the bell rang, adding tardy to the list of things to get a free, all expense paid, trip to the principal. Of coarse, he wouldn't be going now. He wasn't exactly in trouble yet, in which he stepped into the hall, and into his first class.

As though to add to the troubles of the day already, the classes bored him nearly to death. The same old things they've said all year. Completely redundant. It wasn't until fourth hour he had anything that grabbed his attention. He was asleep in class, as he almost always was that hour, when the lunch bell insisted that everyone left for lunch. The tables, crowded as normal, while he sat at an empty table with his head down. A feeling in him knew that he would see his sister, as he did everyday at lunch.

 

[Malicious Lullaby]

It was strange, the way he reacted around her. As if she shouldn’t be there, as if just defending her was tiresome. Her hand retracted slowly and she was stunned. Did her brother hate her? Did he only tolerate her because she was his younger sister and it was expected of him? Otherwise, did he hate her? The realization sunk in deep and she swallowed hard, sitting back on her knees, watching him go. It took her a moment before she stood and grabbed her bag before leaving the bus. She wanted to go find him, make him see reason and beg him not to hate her but any spirit she had, had fallen. She was sad. Her brother hated her. It all made sense now. But what had she done to make him hate her?

She lugged herself to class as if it was a chore to do. People thought she was weird. Well she was but they used it against her. Saw it fit to tease her that she was in love with her brother. Was she? She didn’t see anything wrong with it. But it’s what ostracized her from the rest of the school population. She didn’t have any friends. She only had her brother. Well she used to. Now he didn’t want to be around her either.

It took her a while to get to class. She stopped outside of it, leaning her back against the lockers where she took her phone and called her mom, not knowing she took off again. Her phone immediately went to voicemail and she frowned. She picked herself up and went to class. She wasn’t really there. Her mind was elsewhere, she looking out the window. No one liked her. And it sucked. Major. The one person she thought liked her was her own brother. No, not liked her like that but that would have been a dream come true. Instead, she was alone. Even her mom wasn’t there. When lunch rolled around, she took her phone out as she walked to the cafeteria to call her again. To no avail. It went straight to voicemail.

Chloe went into the line to get something to eat, but she ended up picking up nothing but a bottle of chocolate milk. She held it in her hands as she absently rounded to where her brother normally sat but she stopped before she got there, hopefully before he would have spotted her. Looking around for another table, she saw all were occupied and when its occupants saw she was looking for a place to sit, they all turned away or mocked her. With a heavy sigh, she walked away and out of the cafeteria, quickly and just went to the bathroom, the cleaner ones compared to the others. She went into an empty stall and locked it before sitting down. Opening her milk, she took a sip before capping it and sighing sadly.

Tomorrow would be different. She knew this. She was going to take matters into her own hands. She was fifteen for crying out loud and her brother would leave this year. Then what would she have? Nothing. No, she had to save herself before she got lost in the throng of high school students and met that point of no return. She wouldn’t let that happen. She still had a chance. She still had a chance to make something of herself.

 

[ddood192]

Sounds of people all around the room flooded his ears, but for once, it there wasn't anything to show of his sister. A familiar voice was heard though, coming from a few feet away. Deek's head lifted from the table, revealing that it was a friend of his. "Hey, Deek. I heard what happened this morning, and... Wait..." The boy's eyes wandered the room, seeking something or someone. "Where's your sister? I thought she was always on you, no matter the time." Being a friend, Deek understood what he actually meant by that. It wasn't a joke aimed at anyone necessarily, but a friendly inside joke type of question. Instead of responding with anger, he gave a slight smile. "Who knows... I'm actually sort of worried. I haven't seen her in hours, and she's usually here." The boy jumped on that, seconds afterwards. "Like a boyfriend worried about his girlfriend... She's probably sitting with her friends, or maybe she met someone." He gave the last part, trying to advert his attention back to the first thing he was trying to say. "Devon, you know no one likes her. The boys that do, and I discovered this recently, are the ones who only want to use her... It's my fault. I let them get to me, and now she's avoiding me." It felt frustrating at times. It was have his sister on him at all times, or have to worry over assholes harming her. By now his friend sat next to him, a hand resting on Deek's shoulder. "Sometimes I think you do crush on Chloe.... Anyway..." Before he spoke, Deek thumped his hand, and nodded. "Proceed." Devon smiled, saying the first part slightly fast. "No rejection... Anyway, I got you something." He stood up and sat a baggy down, and began to walk away. "It'll really fuck you up." And Devon was gone, walking back into the crowds of noisy people. The baggy was stuffed in his pants before he waited for lunch to end.

It wasn't until school day had ended for him to see what exactly was in the baggy. Marijuana was stuffed inside it, making him know what his friend meant by it fucking him up. It was the strong stuff, and it really would mess him up, but he never tried it. It wasn't something he had gotten to try, and now he could. He had decided not to ride the bus, not in the mood for seeing anyone on it, and now he had no choice, but to walk.

Outside, the weather was decent enough, but he was just too tired. His feet began to drag him onward, towards home. It would be about an hour more than usual, but he had to do it. About a quarter of the way, the bus he would have been on passed him. It was another annoyance to watch the speeding, relaxing, and air conditioned vehicle drive on by. It would have been a few more minutes had he chosen to ride the bus. It would be a long walk home.

When he made it to the Apartment, he raced up the steps to the door, stopping. He had no clue what was to expect when he walked in. His only hope was to find his sister there, or around there. It had now been almost ten hours since he last seen her, and it continued to worry him. The knob twisted, the door slowly opening.

 

[Malicious Lullaby]

After school, she was walking to the bus when she was stopped by a guy. She sidestepped him but he only moved to cover her hasty retreat. She let her binder to her side and she sighed softly. “What?” She asked softly.
“Can’t I say hi?” He asked.
“No, because people don’t just say hi to me.” She said simply, now pushing her binder to her chest as she wrapped her arms around it.
“Why is that?” He asked, genuinely curiously, or at least making it seem that way.
She shrugged and looked down at her feet, seeing that her converse were pretty beaten up. At least she still had sandals though in the winter, sandals were kind of a bitch, especially around the snow.

“Well hey, I’m Johnson.” He said softly, extending his hand to her.
She looked up at him and then at his hand, meekly taking it. “Nice to meet you.”
“Likewisie…?”
“Oh, I’m Chloe.”
“Nice to meet you Chloe, a pleasure really. Now you have someone who likes you.” He smiled kindly. She returned it and then proceeded to side step him again, to leave but he blocked her again. “What?” She asked, though with a smile.

“Want to go out for something to eat? Just you and me? I can give you a ride home after.”
She contemplated this. She figured she should probably give her brother a call but knew he didn’t want to hear from her. Today was probably a major reprieve for him since she wasn’t there for once.
“Sure.” She smiled.

They left together, he guiding her to his car and once they were in, he set off to a local café down the street in the market shopping center. They ate there. He got a sandwich and she got a BLT with extra pickles on the side to dip in her ketchup. She was an odd one and she noticed that Johnson picked up on that as well but he didn’t say anything. If anything, he just smiled.

After they at, he made it seem like he was taking her home but instead passed her apartment complex. “I live there.”
“I know.” But his tone had changed. He wasn’t nice anymore. It sounded like he was mad at her.
“Johnson, what’s going on?”
“Shut up, freak.”
She gulped and sat back in the chair, her hands shaking.

They arrived to a small place and when she got out of the car, more like forced out of the car, she saw other guys, seeing familiar faces from the bus. “I brought her like you asked. Pay up.” She turned to him and saw as he now had a few hundred bills in his hand before he took off.

“Wait!” She said as she went after him. He turned slightly. “I thought you liked me.”
All he did was snort and then laugh loudly before he got into his car and drove away. She swallowed hard and she fumbled in her pocket for her phone, shakily dialing her brother’s number, unaware of the footsteps approaching behind her. In a second after she dialed Deek’s number, her phone was snatched from her phone, passed along until the last guy got it, the guy who had gotten beaten up on the bus today. He had a broken nose, that made evident by the white bandage over the bridge, and he had a black eye and some more bruises but he was alive.

When the line would answer, he put the phone to his ear. “Hey Deek. Just thought I’d let you know how delicious your sister is going to taste.”
She made a run for it but they grabbed her. “Deek!” She screamed. The guys laughed and the one with her phone just grinned. “We’ll have her back. Maybe this will make her just commit suicide because surely no one could give a damn. Not even you. Don’t deny it.” And then he hung up. And the words he said made her face fall. Even they knew that her own brother hated her?

Her eyes welled up with tears and she sniffled.
“Now then freak, what shall we do with you?”

 

[ddood192]

Empty... There wasn't even the slightest clue of there being anyone inside since that morning when they left to catch the bus. His hopes dropped lower and lower as he noticed, even for the shitty apartment, the hall hadn't been disturbed since earlier. The only signs to that being true was the air. It hadn't been on for hour, which it usually turned on after a few minutes of the door opening. She hadn't even been in the complex at all. Before doing any more, the pot came out of his pants, and threw it on the ground in frustration. In the middle of the living room, he dropped to the floor, yelling. "Where are you? I did this..." He wasn't an idiot. No one needed to personally tell him, his sister was in trouble, and it was his fault. On his knees in the living room, Deek sat in pity and shame. Then the phone rang, having a familiar tone.

It was Chloe's rang tone, which charged up his hope once more. Maybe she went for a walk or something like that. Though it wasn't likely, it was better than what he would soon learn. "Chloe, where are you? Are you safe? Is everything fi..." He was instantly interrupted by a voice he had known to be one of his worst threats. His voice echoed in his head, taking him by surprise. It was after he heard Chloe scream in the background when he spoke up. "Chloe! If you lay one finger on her, I'll fucking kill you. You and everyone involved with this. No one has the right to do this with a girl, especially my..." Interrupted again by the boy from the bus, his finishing words lingering there as he hung up. "...no one could give a damn. Not even you..."

The phone dropped to the floor, Deek frozen there as he felt defeated. Jumping up onto his feet, Deek took no time hesitation, and ran straight outside, and to the sidewalk. A car turned onto the street, driving as if there was no care to the world, but it wasn't the car or the driving that caught his attention. The driver was someone he knew to be in contact with this asshole on the bus, having been there even for the fight. With only one hope of saving his sister, and that fading away, he had this one chance.

It took one step out, and in seconds the car came to a stop, but about ten feet too late. It had clipped Deek, and now had no chance but to stop. The driver stepped out, a grin high on his face. It was Johnson. From the ground, advantages began to gain on him, which he soon used. In one swoop, Johnson was knocked down, and Deek's hand clenched his throat, the other a fist ready to fire. "Where?"

 

[Malicious Lullaby]

Only one guy held her in his arms, her arms tucked behind her so tightly by his own hold that it made it impossible for her to get away. His face came close to her neck and he inhaled. “Phew, for a freak, she sure smells wonderful.” He grinned, taking another whiff, causing Chloe to jerk in surprise and move her head away from his. The guy who had gotten beaten up, walked over to her and tossed her phone to the ground, not caring if it got smashed or not. He cupped her chin to make her look at him, his dark brown eyes staring right into her not so lively ones anymore.

“What’s a matter freak?” He whispered maliciously. “No brother love?” He smirked.
Chloe looked at him and she sniffled, her eyes losing any innocence she might have had at least for the moment. Whether they returned or not was beyond her but from this moment on, Chloe was a changed person. The look in her eyes didn’t seem to faze him. He just laughed and leaned his face in closer. “Don’t worry. Think of it this way. If he’s not the one doing this, you’ve got four other guys who are more than willing to show you what you’re missing. This is a once in a life time opportunity. Take it. Because there will never be a guy or anyone who would ever want a brother-loving-freak like you.” He spat. “Consider this mercy.” And also payback for being beaten to a pulp over her by her brother.

Johnson felt pretty smug but that smugness easily and quickly disappeared when Deek came at him so fast, he honestly didn’t know what hit him. Right now, he was clawing at the guy’s hand and wrist to let him go. “Down a few miles at the old abandoned brew warehouse.” He gasped out. “Just let me go.” He had no further business. After all, he had gotten paid. So what did it matter.

“Rip it.” The beaten up guy told one of the guys when they couldn’t get Chloe’s shirt off without releasing her arms. He took out a pocket knife and tossed it to one guy, knife closed. He opened the blade and he took the hem of Chloe’s shirt and sliced upward until it just opened in half, revealing her bra clad breasts. She had a lovely body, filling out nicely as she got older. By the time she was in fourth grade, she went from this stick to someone with curves and began to fill out more. By the time sophomore year came along, she was already D’s, shapely curves and a beautiful bottom that looked divine in her jeans right now.

Chloe tried to turn as her shirt was sliced open but it only caused one guy to rip it open and off of her completely, the material weighing down on her skin when forcibly ripped and caused a burn. There’d be a bruise there. “Please.” She gasped as one hand came up to tear her bra away, stopping briefly. “Please.” She said softly again, looking up at him.

He looked as if he might pull back but he just laughed out loud. “Look at that. I bet she’s a virgin and the little slut is already begging for it.” They all laughed too and her eyes widened up in horror. She tried to struggle again from the grasp, managing to do so for a moment and started to run. She got to where Johnson’s car was once parked before a body landed on hers, pushing her to the ground. It had an immediate grip on her lower body, his knees pressing down on the back of her legs and she felt him working on the fastens of her jeans. She screamed a bit, struggled, clawing at the gravel to try and get away. And then she felt her jeans tugged down, her panties ripped off, causing it to sting in between her legs. She cried out softly, biting her arm to endure it when she felt him sit up. When she dared to look back, he cracked his belt in his hands before bringing it down on her bottom. She screamed. It hurt. It hurt too much. He did it again, clearly showing no mercy. She screamed, her head dropping to her arm and she started crying, sobbing more.

 

[ddood192]

Finally answers came to him, which did help, but something else came to mind. How did he know exactly what he meant without hesitation? He was in on it, and seeing how he was the running boy, he had definitely been in on it to get money. His fist released, but then Clench straight back up, smashing into Johnson's nose. Deek could feel the bone break, and was glad, but not satisfied. "How much?" It was a simple question, and once he received the answer, his hand grabbed his head, smashing it against the car repeatedly. "You sold my sister! You fucking sold my sister! You fucking piece of worthless pathetic shit!" Blood was apparent, and it was obvious to him that he had killed him, but with no regret. He spit on his body, heading for the car. There was to time to possibly waste, and a car would do nicely.

As the car roared down the road, he knew exactly where he was headed, and soon he was a block away, He could barely see the horrors of what he could see. Kicking it into neutral, he revved the engine, telling of his presence. Then he put into drive, getting up to 40, then he got even enough to miss Chloe, and opened the driver side door. It made contact with the guy on her, forcing him to go along with the car, and killing him as his body hit. The car came to a stop, slightly spinning out. Deek stepped out of the car, seeing the dirt cloud he made, causing him to be temporarily blind. Running forward, he found himself face to face with a guy, about a foot taller than him. "Oh fuck, big boy. Uh... Uh..." It wasn't the one in sight that whacked him, but another one. Deek stumbled back up, watching them. There was only five other guys that he knew of there, and he planned to kill them all. He tried to avoid his sister, not willing to be taken down while he tried to help.

A smaller guy came up, holding a knife in his hands. He taunted, 'Thought you were gonna kill us. What now?" As he spoke, Deek reached out, twisting the knife, and plunging it into his throat. Deek wasn't violent, and was actually shy and good at heart, but these guys broke something in him. Taken something of his. The got exactly what they asked for, and the best part was that he never even learned how to do any of this. Every now and then, he glanced over, hoping to see her fine, but he couldn't tell. Things were still to fast for him, and the numbers weren't with him.

 

[Malicious Lullaby]

By the time the fifth crack hit down on her, she had her eyes clenched and her bottom stung. He hit her repeatedly for five times on her left ass cheek. Now he was getting ready for the right one when the sound of an engine revving came by and he looked up, recognizing the car as Johnson’s but he squinted his eyes. Then his lips curled into a devious smirk as he saw who was in it, just as he raised his arm with the belt in it to bring it down on her bottom. He never got to. He was dead in an instant and Chloe lay there, her hands still and her cheeks stained. She sniffled and closed her eyes, her body shook, her body was in pain.

The other guys, including guy who had gotten beaten up saw two of them already dead. They started to beat a hasty retreat but the guy who had gotten beaten up saw Chloe lying there and he just couldn’t let it go. While the others ran for it, he ran to her. He wanted his revenge on Deek and he was going to get it because he was that determined. So he ran to her, took his own belt off and he brought it down even harder than that last guy and she cried out. “Please…” She begged.

“With pleasure.” He grinned and he took himself out and let it be felt against her backside. One last ditch effort to seriously break her, in case she wasn’t broken enough and he grabbed her by her hair, pulling on it to forcibly pull her head back. He bit her neck and then wrapped his other hand around her throat. “I’ll kill you after this if he doesn’t get to me first. Mark my words you freak, people like you don’t survive. I might have just started and I won’t finish maybe, but there will always be people out there who will try to finish it. I swear it to you.” He shoved her back down, her cheek colliding against the gravel, as did her head. She winced and closed her eyes, things going black.