"Kids! dinners ready." Our mom yelled from the kitchen, the three of us stops laughing and look at each other. I know we three were both thinking on how should we face dad.
Michael stood up first after some time "Let's go." Anna and I looked at him and nod, we don't want to starve to death just because dad was downstairs. I looked at Anna.
She look scared.
I walked towards her and grab her hand "It's going to be okay." I smiled at her. A calm smile. She calmed down and smiled at me too before we three goes down the stairs and to the dining room.
Every walk we made felt like our life was depends on it. It feels suffocating, as we three walks inside the room with dad sitting at the center. He brings his book down and looked at us "Well it's nice to see you three sticking around each other." He said. Michael just 'tsk' at him and walked to his place leaving me and Anna still standing at the door way "Why don't you have a seat, darling." Mom says with a sweet voice and a smile on her lips. We obeyed her as we're scared of her.
It's not dad that I was afraid of in this dining room, it was mom. She always look at me sternly like she's waiting for me to make a mistake so she could let her anger out on me. She knows my dad is cheating on her, but she can't seem to bring it out on him. I don't know why. Mom was the one who owned this house and the company dad was working. So I don't know why can't she just slap dad hard and make him leave this house.
I hate seeing mom cries that's why I just let her do her things to me. Slap me, punch me, and even spit at me. You may say that, I really just let my family abuse me. I can't understand. I want them to be happy, just so I could say to myself that I'm a good child. I really am a good child. Am I?
As the dinner goes on Dad starts to tell a story about his day "I just donated a money at a charity, love." Dad, he looked at mom with a happy face while he said that. Like a dog waiting for his owner to compliment him. Mom smiled too and complimented dad, making him all bubbly and happy just for one 'good job'.
"Just like a dog." Michael blurted out. All eyes on him. He just calmly eat while the others was staring at him, I was the one who felt suffocated at this point.
"What?" Mom, she was mad. I could tell.
Mom never wants anyone to disrespect his dog—dad, but Michael always do that thing because he deserves it. He was disgusting.
Michael looked at mom with a serious look "I said, Just. Like. A. Dog." He repeat. This is bad. Shit.
Mom gets up and grabbed her wine cup and about to throw at Michael, but dad stopped her "You two stop!" Dad said sternly. Making mom gritting her teeth in anger before sitting down and taking a sip of her wine. I never really cared what would happen next if dad doesn't stop mom, but one thing I'm sure. Michael would be dead.
We're not just three, we still have two older siblings who ran away because of mom's crazy behavior. They can't stomach her. I also can't stomach her. She was brutal, but sometimes kind to us.
The whole room was now filled with silence, only utensils meeting the plate was
the only sound that would hear. It's always like this.
"So as I was saying, I donated some in charity and I also went to the orphanage to volunteer on taking care of some children." Dad added, mom was once again all smiley at dad's achievement. He was barely here when we three are growing up. Taking care of kids? That was the funniest joke I've ever heard.
"Tsk, bet you just fucked one of them."
Wrong words. The volcano eruption has begun.
A puddle of red wine flooded my plate as my steak was getting drowned, I looked up just to see that dad was the one who throw the wine glass at Michael.
Anna hurriedly stood up and run towards Michael who's face is covered in blood, mom looked shocked but she gradually smiled after. What a lunatic.
Michael hissed in pain as the glass was shattered at his head some are buried in his forehead leaving a wide cut in it, his left beautiful eye brow was torn as his eyes were now covered in blood. He laughed. Laughed like a lunatic. Just like mom.
"What?! Are you offended?! Is it because it's true?!" Michael yelled on top of his lungs, as he says the last question. I bet it's true too.
Michael keep on laughing as blood runs down his neck "You fucking volunteered at some stupid orphanage just so you can fucking HIDE THAT EVIL SIDE OF YOURS! ARE YOU FUCKING OUT OF YOUR MIND?!" I just sat at there as the war in the house begun. Thinking what am I supposed to eat now?
"HOW DARE YOU!" Mom. She was ranging mad at this point. She stood up again walking towards Michael, but she tripped.
"Get Michael out of here!" I yelled as Anna helped him get up and left the dining room. I don't care if she killed me. I was always waiting for that moment anyway.
Mom gets up at the time Michael and Anna was already out of the house. She was wearing a heels, making her struggle to stand up. She looked at me, with ranging mad eyes, her eyes were twitching a little bit making her even more scary, but it didn't bother me as I was used to that face anyway.
She grabbed my hair. Not saying a single word. I scream in pain at how strong she was holding my hair, it felt like my scalp was about to be torn out of my head. She then dragged me inside the bathroom throwing me at the tub. I know where this is going.
She then turned on the faucet making the cold water run out of it "You dare to do that embarrassing shit on me?!" She yelled at my face as the, water is rising the scared meter in me get even more higher, I tremble. I-I was scared.
Mom held her hand up high before slapping me hard at the face making my head turn at the impact. I-It hurts.
My eyes were now filled with tears, not because it hurts, but because I'm scared.
I didn't mean to say that I'm not scared to die. I am scared to die. I still want to get out of this house and be free. I still want to feel the freedom they are saying. I want to get out and escape this hell with my siblings. I'm so scared.
She was not done with a one slap.
A burning sensation was felt at my stomach. I-It hurts so bad. I never felt anything like this before. My tears finally rolled down my face with the ugly sound of crying filled the bathroom and my mom's kicking in my stomach, it hurts. Her heels were stabbing at me and it felt like hell had been born inside me.
I puked at myself as mom still keep on kicking me, the puked never stops on every kick there was this nasty thing getting out of my mouth, its disgusting. I feel so disgusting.
When the water was now at the right height mom then crouched besides me grabbing my hair again "Now don't die on me first my lovely son." She said, with a devilish smile on her face. She looked at the water with the mixed of my puke and then turn to me looking at me so disgustingly "Look at what you did to our beautiful water." She calmly said. I don't like her tone. I don't like her even.
"You need to drink this now. You know mommy doesn't want to waste anything special to us right?" she was twisted, her tone of voice is too sweet yet too creepy, she was a sick bi—mom pulled my hair down making my head went under water "You fucking disgusting pig!" she yelled while trying to drown me in this nasty water I'm in. Is this the end? Am I going to die now?
"You can't die on mommy, sweetheart." that sweet voice again. She pulled me up. Out of breath with that disgusting smell of puke all over me "You look so disgusting sweety, but the punishment is still not over yet!" She cheerily said before dragging me by my hair again. I'm still out of breath.
I don't know where she was supposed to do the next punishment, but we went to the kitchen. I guess she's going cannibal now. I was still crying at and shaking in fear as she threw me to the corner of the kitchen, she open the knife drawers.
Shit. Shit. Shit. This is bad. I can't get to move myself as I was too out of breath and I'm in the state of panic where all I can do is scream and tremble in fear. I'm scared. I'm so scared.
She walks towards me with a knife on her hand, smiling like a psychopath she is. What is she gonna do? Even if I scream for help. No one would come and save me. They all hate me in here. No one wants me to be here. No one.
Mom grabbed my left foot, the foot I used to tripped her "This naughty foot need a punishment for itself, as I was done with his owner." My eyes widen at what she said. No! N-No!
A word! I need a word! I need to say something! Stop thinking and say something! Fuck! Say Something!
My mouth it feels like it had been stitched by someone, I can't get a word out, I can't say no or I'm sorry to mom. I tried to stopped mom by scrambling my hand around but it didn't work. What a silly thing to do Reign.
I screamed as a burning sensation has filled my whole foot. Mom put a wide cut on my left foot.
"Don't you ever do anything silly again, Reign, or I'm going to kill you next time." She threatened me again, for the 1009th time in my life. It hurts so bad, the wound was deep and also bleeding too much, I guess enough to make my heart stop pounding. I feel so suffocated, I can't breathe. I feel like I'm about to pass out.
Time passed by of me just laying at the cold floor not knowing what happened next after I passed out, but the only thing I know.
Michael. Michael was smiling at me. He was smiling at me. Did he get caught by mom? Am I in heaven now? Did Michael get killed by mom too? Where am I?
My brain was flooded by several questions.
"Big bro! Do you we still need some bandages?" Anna. Anna was there. Standing at the opened door, looking shocked seeing me I guess, alive? Am I alive?
"You're finally awake! You've been literally sleeping for 2 days! We we're so scared!" She enthusiastically said, with a big smile on her face. Just like Michael. I sat up, making my back rest at the cold wall of this building. I still don't know where we are.
"Where are we?" I asked.
"We're in big bro's Jae and Charles house man!" She cheered again. Jae and Charles? My big brother Jae? And Charles?
I looked at Michael and he just nod at me. Maybe he can read my mind "Your big brother Jae and Charles." He repeated.
A smile. A warm smile appeared in my face. It's Jae and Charles! Jae! Charles!
Jae Wellington was our 2nd to our oldest brother, he was kind and also a sweet man. He protected me at mom back when I was three years old, he thought me to be kind and always make someones happiness be my priority before mine. I really love my big brother Jae, he's like a father to us also our oldest brother Charles Wellington, they we're alike but then we find out that Charles was adopted. Jae and Charles run away because, mom wouldn't let them have a relationship. Charles is only our brother by papers, but still mom wouldn't let it as she called them, incest. What about dad tho? He raped Anna. That's the only real incest inside our house.
"Where is he? I've never seen them for four years!" I exclaimed. My excitement get the best of me as I tried to stand up but, there's this burning sensation at the bottom of my feet. What was it? I stumbled down, making me fall on my butt. It hurts.
Anna run towards me and help me up. She was worried. They are worried.
"Don't stand up like that again, you know what mon did to you, it might open up again." She said in her worried tone. Again?
I didn't know how did I end up here, as I say. I was passed out. I think they get me out from the house at the middle of the night, making it impossible for mom and dad to know what was going on downstairs. They are having sex every night. It was disgusting. They are disgusting.
Even after that bloody incident they still got nerves to have sex? But I still don't know what happened. I looked at Michael. His beautiful face was now ruined by our dad. His forehead and eyebrow was bandage up. Does it hurt? I bet that hurts so bad.
The room was filled with silence. A comfortable one. It was warm in here. I like—no I love it in here. I felt so at peace.
"So how is Reign doing?" A mans deep voice covered the whole room, I looked at the door and there stand two man in a baggy clothes with smiles on their faces, I felt the room get warm and cozy at their appearance. They smiled at me so warmly that I just want to run and hug them. I could cry in their arms and let my feelings out. That would be embarrassing, but who cares. I missed them so much. I really do.
A cold salty tears rolled down my face as I was just staring at those two angels. Ahh this was embarrassing, but I can't stop my tears from streaming down. I wiped it with my sleeve, but it still wont stop. A ugly sound of crying left my mouth as I sobbed and sniff for the first time in my life I was happy. Genuinely happy.
"You're such a crybaby!" Michael laughed. I am now. I don't care. I have them now. Anna, Jae and Charles laughed with Michael while I was sobbing and lots of mucus was running in my nose "Aww, our little baby." Jae, the two of them run towards me and hugged me. I like this warmness. I love them so much. I buried my face to Charles shirt still crying my eyes out. Did I say I missed them?
A little while later I calmed down, but the two of them is still hugging me so tight. I put my heads up showing the string of mucus from Charles shirt to my nose "What the fuck." Charles said disgustingly as the three of them burst into laughter, I smiled innocently at him before wiping my nose with my sleeve. My eyes were puffy. My nose are red too.
I smiled at Charles and started to wipe his shirt with some tissues "You really missed us that much huh." He said.
I smiled and nod at them.
This day is the best part of my life.
I love them so much.
I don't want to lose them again. I might cry.
To be Continued...