The Unholy Love

Chapter one

Olive’s POV

The night was cold. Freezing cold... but I don’t mind, it’s nothing new- besides the air was doing a pretty good job at keeping me sober, something I need at the moment.

I unconsciously wrapped my arms around my chest to provide more warmth as the strong stinging bite of the cold seeped through my thin duvet.

Sitting on my old bunk, I quietly listened to my older brother Steven, pace the old living room beneath my bed room repeatedly, the thin floors barely concealing his stomps.

He has been on it for hours now, mumbling incoherent words to himself like a mad man.

It was not hard to tell that something was up with him, moreover since he returned from his recent trip he’s been fidgety and it only got worse this night when he got a call from someone and whatever that person said must have set him up to act this way.

I can’t help but worry for him, although I know very well he would never confide in me.

He loves me alright but he is extremely secretive especially at his job, I’m not judging him or anything, after all he’s the only family I have now and he doing a pretty good job at making sure I have the necessary things I need.

He took over as my guardian after we lost our parents in a terrible car accident four years ago, which I’m very grateful for since I really do not want to end up in foster homes.

I was just fifteen at the time and now nineteen while he was nineteen years old and now twenty three, he was barely an adult but he took up the responsibilities like a man without any complaints and for that I respects him greatly.

Unfortunately for us my parents were deep in debts before their death, but since then he’s been working really hard to pay off those absurd debts and put a roof over our head too.

The cabin we currently live in was pretty old with its walls almost falling apart but it was home and very affordable so I don’t mind, I try as much as I can to help out with the bills which of course entails dropping out of high school and working three part time jobs every day but still the debts was draining out our savings and every penny we’ve got, which was very bad.

My thoughts was suddenly interrupted when my brother rushed into my room and without saying anything grabbed my arm, pulled me from the old bed and raced his way out.

“Shit!! You are hurting me Steven, what’s going on?? I demanded making an attempt to free my left arm from his strong grip but that attempt was futile so I let him drag me to wherever he has in mind.

“We are leaving right now!!..” he mumbled out in a hurry using his free hand to grab a duffel bag placed on the edge of the short stairs leading to my room, he seemed to have packed them himself before coming for me.

“What do you mean we’re leaving now…!! Let go of me Steven, you have to tell me what’s going on please..”

“We don’t have the freaking time for this shit right now” he howled angrily, still pulling me with him hurriedly.

I could feel the trembles in his hands and the thick fear coating his face, I could not help but replicate his fear that slowly creeped in me as it effortlessly dawned on me that whatever is going on was very serious.

“What’s goin…?? I was immediately interrupted when I saw several car headlights lightening up our living room, it was so blinding that our drawn curtains was doing a very bad job at concealing it.

“Shit!! Shit!!! Shit!!! Steven cursed panicky, dropping the duffel bag he was carrying, the force of the fall immediately spilled the contents in the bag and I was instantly shocked as I stared at the bundled dollar bills spilling out of the bag I originally assumed was his luggage.

“Oh my…!! I was frozen to the spot as I stared at the many bundles of hundred dollar bills I never knew existed, heck I’ve never seen that amount of money ever in my life.

My brother paid the duffel bag zero attention, instead he used his now free hand to ruffle his already disorganized hair, he did it for a short while before lowering himself a little to meet my stance like he always does since he was quite taller than me.

Placing his forehead against mine he spoke quietly to me, surprisingly calm like he knew something bad was coming.

“Hey…..! hey, baby sis.. look at me. I need you to go and hide somewhere okay and please do not come out no matter what you hear or what you see okay..” The sudden change in my brother’s demeanor diverted my attention to him and immediately defrost my body and mind.

I quietly stared at his face that was filled with resignation, I heard his instructions clearly but my mind was finding it very hard to obey. I’m not a kid anymore but he still treats me like one, always shielding me from danger at every moment like he was doing now.

“Please Olive… we don’t have much time, I need you to listen to me and go hide now!! The urgency in his voice got me moving.

I rushed to the closest hiding spot I know, which was a small wardrobe built close to the stairs. It was well hidden.

I found the space one day by accident, when I was touring the apartment. Although I’ve always wondered what the hell the thing was doing in the living room but now I am grateful for it.

The space was small and thin with its door having few holes here and there. I was quite thankful for my structure, as my thin and short body was fitting completely inside the wardrobe.

Unfortunately, I was actually looking far younger than my age, which for a long time now has been a problem for me.

I peeped quietly through the holes on the door, my position gave me a clear view of my brother and half of the living room, I watched as he picked up the duffel bag, shuffling the money that had spilled out into the bag and closing it tightly.

I patiently wait for the inevitable, a minute or two later our apartment door was broken down, the door was pretty old so it only took a push to pull it down, by now my heart was on my throat threatening to spill out and it got worst when I saw the men that invited themselves inside our home, scary big men with tattoos ruing their arms and some, their faces.

Slowly they respectfully made way for a man that was quite tall with bulging muscles threatening to spill out from his expensive suit.

Although, he was the tallest among the group, his muscles were not the biggest as some of the men around were spotting hulk like muscles that looked quite painful, however he has an aura around him that can shut down any man.

It was my first time seeing a man like him, and at the shocked gasp that suddenly escaped my brother when he sighted him, immediately proved that the man was the boss of whoever this people is, he was suddenly looking more scared than he was before.

The boss man strode slowly to our weak cushion that was barely holding on and sat down on it, successfully making himself at home which gave me a good view of him, his graceful position on the cushion made it look like he was sitting on a throne still I could not help the fear that was strangling me at the what if’s blinding my mind.

“Kneel..”

My heart skipped a beat at the sound of his command, I slowly watched my brother kneel without compliant, I was already spilling tears at this point but I knew I can’t do anything to help him as I was just as helpless as him.

“I’m sorry !! I’m sorry boss… please” my brother pleaded hastily, his trembling body getting more and more obvious.

“You know the rules McCall and you broke all of them.. there are serious consequences for your actions” the boss man I detest with everything I got, stated calmly still sitting comfortably on our cushion.

“P.. please don’t kill me.. I swear… I swear I will tell you everything you wanna know…. Shit!! I still got the freaking money with me” my brother stammered dejected, pushing the duffel bag quickly to them.

“I don’t need your confessions McCall, I know everything.” He replied, staring at the wardrobe I was hiding, instantly making eye contact with me. I stilled silently praying for my life, he held it for a few minutes before diverting his attention to my brother.

I can’t tell if he knew I was in the wardrobe or not, but his piercing gaze was proving otherwise, I was plainly scared for my life and brother’s.

‘What have you done.. Steven’ I silently thought wishing all this was just a bad dream.

The boss man stood up from his sitting position seemingly tired of the whole conversation, he buttoned up his suit and walked to the open door that was barely hanging on to its hinges, stopping for a moment he turned and looked straight at my hiding place again before quietly walking out with few of his men that followed him out.

I thought that was the end, I felt immense relief rush through me at his departure, but the deafening sound of a gun going off froze my whole body, I watched as my brother’s body slowly hit the floor, blood seeping slowly from his body, however the assault did not end there, I watched as he was shot repeatedly for six times.

My chest constricted very badly in pains, I knew I was seconds from screaming my throat out, the fat tears spilling from my eyes blurred out my vision.

I held my mouth tightly shut to avoid making myself known and quietly watched my brother get shot over and over.

I could barely tell the face of the men that shot him, in fact I could barely see anything, but… the boss man’s face was printed deep in my heart like a tattoo.

I swore there and then to avenge my brothers death no matter what it takes me or how long.

After a while the whole place was quiet and dark again, proof they are all gone.

I walked shakily out of my hiding place to my brothers form, kneeling on his pool of blood I turned him around to inspect him. I gasped painfully at the damage done on him, he was not breathing at all, even I can tell that.

Tapping his pants pocket I immediately pulled out his cellphone and dialed 911, I reported the case and sat there waiting for them to come.

At the moment I was in denial state as I refuse to believe everything that happened was real and not a dream, I refuse to accept am now all alone in this wicked world.

Slowly I ran my fingers along my brother’s cheek and have his blood that was coating my hands rub off on his face, I silently wiped it of with my clean wrist, quietly staring hard at him, at first one would even assume he was asleep, he was immobile like he was in a deep sleep.

And just like that I felt slowly him go stiff cold in my arms.

It took a short while before the police arrived with the ambulance, I watched the medics try hard to bring him back to life but after a few minutes of many attempts he was declared dead.

A police lady was sent to speak to me, I could see her mouth move but I could not hear anything pass the deafening sound ringing in my ears.

And as of now my tear fountain has surprisingly dried up, all I could afford was a dry heave at short intervals.

Shortly after, a thick blanket was placed on my shoulders which successfully concealed the cold air, slowly I was led outside to an ambulance and one of the medics which was a woman in her early thirties checked on me probably to make sure I was okay.

Obviously physically I’m unharmed but mentally I was a mess, everything happening at the moment felt like I was watching from another person’s view, I felt numb, I stared into space as the whole event played out repeatedly on my mind, like a movie on replay.

I saw countless people go in and out our home, with countless cameras click and light, going on here and there, it felt like I was living in a horror movie.

It was not that hard to see the sympathy coating their faces, it was nauseating. Eventually my brother’s body was pulled out in body bag and that unfortunately was the end of me.

Slowly, I felt the darkness consume me and I welcomed it’s flow fully like my life depends on it.

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