Step Brothers

UNEDITED.

Elena’s Pov;

Pain?

The word wasn’t new for me.

Infact my whole life I’ve tried to be alright but as there is a saying that, “the time passed will always be remembered even if you don't look back.”

Oh how rude of me, let me explain.

I’m Elena Smith, a youngster who is 12 years old and a fucking mess.

And this is going to be my story tale.

Back to where we were. So ever endured pain? Ever felt the need to die? I bet not.

*

Heading to my school, earphones dangling around my neck, my hands gripping my backpacks straps tightly as I walked into the school, ‘Willow high’.

People were royalty here. Basically they were all rich brats who always bullied the weaklings.

“Well well, who we have here, the fatty and freak of the school.” Allison said, who was leaning on my locker with her minions, probably waiting for me.

Oh you all must have guessed until now that I was the weakling. A hurray for me, yay.

Sighing, I went towards my locker.

She smirked at me, giving me the space to open up the lock. Opening up the metal door, I placed my books inside and closed it. “What do you need?” I said, turning towards her.

I was already tired and I didn’t want another drama. “Aw, poor whore is talking back?” Her high pitched voice entered my ears. I winced back.

“Oh wait, you’re not a whore, you’re a fucking prostitute who loves to open her legs.”

Fisting my palm against my dirty shirt, I looked back at her, hatred lurking in my eyes. She was no one to judge me. “Fuck off.” I slowly said, my voice trembling from the immense need of cry.

“Girls, she talked back, our little fatty whore talked back.” She laughed, soon her minions were laughing as well gaining the attention of the people around them. Some stopped only for the gossip and some didn’t even care to look.

“We need to teach her a lesson, right girls?” Allison spoke making the girls smirk. “You’re coming with us,” she said as the girls appeared on both of my sides. Grabbing my forearms tightly they dragged me to there special place behind the school where they loved to torture me and others.

Throwing me on the ground, one of the girl ‘Hailey’ stepped on my hand. Pressing her heel against my skin, she grabbed my hair tightly in her palm and yanked my head up until our eyes met, "you’ve been a very bad girl spreading rumors about me, I’ll fucking make you pay hoe for messing up with me.”

A wave of confusion passed on my face, “Huh? What rumors--" before I could complete my sentence she smacked me across the face, hard. Grabbing my jaw once again, her acrylic nails pierced through my skin. “Don't act like you don't know, slut.” She yelled, her bubblegum breath fanning my face.

I winced.

Her heel digged in my skin. “Please m-my hand, I c-cant.” I winced once again. A sadistic smile flashed on her lips as she looked at Allison and the other girls, them thinking the same very thing.

I suddenly had a very bad feeling about this.

“Girls come here and tie her on the chair.” She removed her heel and stepped away. The girls, ‘Serena and Calla’ came forward and yanked me up, placing me on the chair whilst tying my hands and my legs. I was now completely on there mercy now.

I couldn’t move an inch.

Allison came with a hammer in her hand. She look at Hailey and then at me. “You’re gonna regret making my friend cry.” She said as she smacked me across the same side where Hailey had smacked me before.

The metallic taste engulfed my mouth.

The corners of my eyes stung but I was ever gonna give them the satisfaction? No. I was hurt enough by the one who had to love me the most.

This didn’t matter anymore.

Blinking away the tears, I looked at her with empty eyes and replied, “show me what you’ve got.”

She smiled. The same smile which he used to give me when he abused me. I used to beg him to stop but he never did.

Allison came to my side and gripped my wrist, placing the hammer on the table. “You love to play piano right?” She smirked. Chills ran through my spine.

She wouldn’t dare to hurt my hand right?

A wave of horror started spreading on my skin. “P-Please d-don't.” I whispered back, my throat instantly went dry when she shook her head in no.

“I’m gonna take that pleasure away from you.”

“Allison I’ll do anything b-but not this, please n-no.” My voice cracked at the end.

Piano and dancing was my only escape. I couldn’t let her take my precious thing away. No and never. It will kill me.

But I was wrong. I couldn’t fight. I couldn’t yank my hand away. I couldn’t speak.

A lone tear ran down my eye.

I silently sobbed. Sobbed for my pleasure, my escape, my world.

In a matter of moments, Allison smashed the hammer on my hand.

A loud scream erupted from my mouth but did she stop? no. Not even after hearing my desperate pleas. She smashed my bones once again, all I could do was to close my eyes and listen to my heartbeat which was thumping in my ears.

After several minutes of torture, she backed away admiring the bruises she had inflicted.

“Untie her and lets go.”

Moments after, they left me. I felt sick. I couldn’t move.

My eyes were still closed. I didn't have the courage to look at my head.

All I felt was pain and pain. No more tears spilled from my eyes. I knew I couldn’t play it anymore.

My soul cried.

Hours had passed by leaving me in the very same position. Bells rang but I felt paralyzed.

Finally opening my eyes, I looked around, the sunlight was dim, it was probably evening. I tried to lift my hand up from the table without looking at it, but I couldn’t, it was numb and cold.

Taking a breath, I looked at my hand. It was in a weird shape. Purple and blue bruises lingered upon my skin. My hand was swelling up. Yellowish knuckles and greenish nails. It was definitely infected like my other bruises.

They had smashed the hammer until my fingers were broken. Almost ten times or maybe more.

The condition of my hand was bad. Infact very bad.

Slowly lifting my hand up with the help of my other hand I walked towards my backpack. A thought flashed through my mind, “What did I ever do to deserve this?"

Walking inside the house, I couldn’t even call this home. It was a torture cell more than a home.

Throwing my backpack on the floor, I went inside the bathroom to get the first aid kit. Grabbing a piece of cloth I slowly wiped off the blood that had now dried up.

Stitching up the wound without the disinfectant was always a torture.

Placing the cloth between my teeth, I started stitch up my skin. Sweat dripped down my forehead. My heart thumped against my chest in a painful way but I had to endure it, like always.

Several moments later I was done dressing up my whole hand.

My hand was wiggly. I was pretty sure my hand was broken and my fingers were dislocated.

Sighing, I went back towards the bed and plopped myself down and closed my eyes. I heard the front door of the house open. It was my mother probably. Soon enough the door to my room opened and I saw her standing in an elegant sunflower dress which landed on her knees. Her hair was tied in low bun with free strands falling on her face.

She was beautiful but I wasn’t.

“Pack your bags, we’re leaving.” Her tone flat with no sense of care and with that she left.

For a minute I thought she would bend our broken relationship back but I was wrong every time.

Maybe I was really unwanted. Maybe I was the biggest mistake in everyone’s life.

Infact I was.