"Takeru?" A gentle female voice called.
I sighed quietly, brushing my dirty blonde hair. "Yes Mom?"
My mother ran into the kitchen with her sunny blonde hair clinging around her shoulders, her emerald eyes shined with happiness as her crimson red dress clung to her pale skin that glowed with motherly warmth.
I sat on one of the three silver bar stools that surrounded the granite island counter top. The stainless steel fridge with the stainless steal stove stayed there side by side, the cupboards made of oak were close to the pure white ceiling, the walls paint with a blank white, and the ice white tiles to match.
I took a sip of my orange pop as the cooling sensation cleansed my throat. I was disgusted in Mom's plans for tonight.
She gave me one of her 'happy-go-lucky' smiles.
"I'm going on a date." She sheepishly said.
I kind of figured that! What did you think I was stupid?
"I see. I assume your not coming back till tomorrow afternoon?" I said honestly.
Her eyes narrowed as her face changed from excitement to disappointment. "If it goes well." She stated coldly. My mother left the kitchen quietly as I took another sip of the cool liquid.
She called to me. "Your brother is coming over to watch you."
I slammed my hands against the counter top, my eyes widened as my pupil's dilated. "What?" I hissed under my breath. I hadn't heard nor realized my mother had walked back into the kitchen and was now staring at me horrified. I quickly calm down and changed my expression and started to rub my hands as I could feel the pain.
"I'm 14 Mom. I will be fine by myself." I growled slightly as I stated. She stared at me silently with a puzzled expression written all over her face.
He had already crushed me, what more could he want? I watched as my mother put her gold hoop earrings in. I left the room forgetting all about my soda on the counter.
My body froze as the 'click' from the door could be heard. A cold breeze filled the room as the door opened.
"I'm here." He called out to us. I shuddered at his voice, not daring to speak a word.
My all too cheerful mother hugged him. "Arigato Yamato!"
Yamato was his name, our friends called him Matt. I used to call him that until three years ago, when it started.
"Bye Takeru, Yamato!" And she was gone silence consumed the air. It seemed to intensify with every breath making it hard to breath. I wanted to yell 'Come back! Don't leave me with him!' but not words could escape my mouth.
I shook my head out of the trance. The living room was quiet. The black leather couch that I was now leaning on was against the mahogany tone wall, the oak table only a f=couple feet from the couch, a plasma screen TV that my mother bought after the divorce was a few feet in front of the table, a couple plants on either side of the TV, pictures of me, mom and Yamato hung over the snow white carpet and lastly the pure white grand piano in the corner of the room.
I scanned the room as Patamon was sleeping on the couch. Oh how I wish I could tell him. Why I cry almost every fucking night, why I can never sleep, why he was sent to Kari's for no reason. How I wished this pain would stop.
As I was gazing the room my eyes finally landed on Yamato. His cold gaze gave me a shiver up my spine. My emerald eyes met his blue sapphire ones. I was caught in the stare as I could feel my heart begin to race from fright.
Relief filled me as the phone rang and he left to go answer the phone in the kitchen. I shakily sat there listening to the conversation.
He answered the phone. "Hello?" He sounded annoyed.
I could tell who the voice was already. "Hey Matt, it's Kari." She happily replied.
Kari was the one girl I was in love with since we became digidestends. I was only 8 at the time but I truly did love her. Once it was over I barely saw her anymore. That tore my heart wide open.
When we became part of the next set with Kari I was ecstatic. I was thrilled till we met Daisuke. He also loved Kari but she held no interest in him. After that day what Yamato had done I no longer felt any love towards her or anybody for the matter. I didn't care when Daisuke would hit on her or anything. She still called because Yamato and Taichi which was her older brother were friends.
"Can T.K. come over? With Patamon of course. The others would be glad if he came."
T.K. was my nickname ever since I could remember. I'm not sure where the 'K' came from but I didn't mind it. I watched as he sighed. I could see the evil smirk twitching at his lips as I looked around the corner but it didn't affect his voice.
"I'm sorry Kari." He sounded sad but from this end he was trying not to smile. "He is sick right now." I could hear her give a sad 'Oh'. He was lying and that I was perfectly fine.
"I could bring Patamon over if you like. He needs some fresh air." He offered.
Great keep me here and get rid of anyone else. He hit two birds with one stone there. I listened as he said his goodbye to Kari and hung up the phone. His eyes trailed over to me. My heart had stopped, I couldn't breath. I felt my lungs burn for air. He walked over and picked up Patamon. As he did so his arm brushed past mine giving me a shiver. He smirked as he left with out saying anything.
Once the door had closed I collapsed to the ground gasping for a breath. I crawled into the white hallway with wooden floors and laid my back against the wall. The walls were blinding as I stared at them. Finally able to control my breathing relief filled me.
My eyes narrowed. He loves putting me through pain with out actually doing anything. Since that fateful day I had changed completely.
I wore only dark clothing instead of my bright ones. Mostly blacks, grays, and dark greens. Other then my hat being light gray everything else was dark. I became anti-social; I caged myself as well as my emotions, shunning others away. People now refer to me as 'cold hearted'.
Kari and Yolei always ask me if something is wrong but I just fake through it. Everyone noticed it. My parents, my friends, even Patamon noticed but I would flat right out deny it.
All because of my own older brother, what he did to me. My own mother didn't even want to talk to me. She was afraid of me and didn't know what to say. Today would have made it two weeks since the last time she had spoke to me. My father was clueless. He didn't know anything or didn't notice anything.
Every month it happened at least twice, sometimes more. It kept happening over and over. I stopped counting after a coupe of months. I cried for the first year. Hell if he gets mad I end up crying if it happens now.
I tried to hide in my room but that was futile so I decided to get a lock. He broke it and he said to our mother that I was choking. Well she didn't allow the lock anymore because she is so naïve. She said for safety reason it couldn't be on. It was on for fucking safety reasons!
I couldn't stay over at any of my friend's houses because of what happened, I wouldn't stay near anyone or alone with anyone since it happened, hell I would flinch if anyone just lightly touched my shoulder to get my attention because of him.
He wouldn't stop and I would continue to suffer. I stood up and leaned against the wall because of the dizziness. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.
I didn't hear the door open, I didn't hear him kick off his shoes, and I didn't hear his foot steps as he was closing in on me. My mind was at ease at this moment. My mind indulged in thought of being anywhere but here, unaware of my brother standing in front of me.
I felt a hand cup my face. My eyes shot open as my heart stopped. He smirked. My eyes had widened in fear as I tried to pull away but he had a firm grasp of my face. My throat dried quickly as tears clung to my eyes.
As I spoke my voice began to break. "Please…No more Yamato…. I beg of you!" I was trembling as I spoke the last few words.
His smirk had widened and he leaned over me to my ear. "Now how am I supposed to stop with you begging so cutely?" He purred as he bit my ear till it bled. I squeak escaped my lips as the pain hit me and the blood dripped down my face.
I began to struggle and as I did my hat fell to the floor left to be forgotten. Yamato licked the blood off and went to my neck and started licking and biting it. My bangs fell across my face as I continued to struggle under my brother's strength.
I was trapped with now way out. He used his hand to lift my face as he pulled away from my now bruise neck to make me look at him. My pain filled emerald eyes met his lustful blue ones.
His forehead touched mine as I flinched away his hand moved my head back in place. "Are you going to participate this time?" He asked seductively. I didn't say a word. His eyes narrowed as his hand quickly went from my face to my hair. He gripped it tightly as I left out a grunt in pain. "I said are you going to participate?" He yelled this time.
I do as he says or I will be beaten. I nodded slowly as I weakly responded. "I-I will" I was studdering as I continued to shake.
I felt completely weak against him well sure he was older then me. He seemed please with that answer as he forcefully kisses me bruising my lips. He licks and nibbles at my bottom lip asking to enter. I part my lips only a bit but he somehow gets his whole tongue in my mouth. I could taste him as his tongue went against mine I force a moan away as he continues to search every part of my mouth.
He pulled his tongue out as he broke the kiss. He took off my shirt; I shivered to the cold hitting my bare flesh. He did butterfly kisses from my shoulder all the way down to my abdomen. He licked my naval and my breath hitched. Even though I couldn't see his face I knew he was smiling.
"You have to do something as well T.K." I felt the hairs on my neck stand as he said my nick name. "Fuck you." I hissed finally having courage to fight back but it all vanished as he grabbed me by the neck and tossed me to the floor, with my head bashing into the hardwood flooring.
He grabbed my leg as he dragged me off to his room. I felt blood trickle down my face from the impact. He dragged me into the middle of the room, turned around locked the door and sat on the nice forest green sheets and waited for me to do something.
I sat up hold my head as the blood continued to pour. Yamato gave an amused smile at the amount of blood. "Do something." He ordered as i wiped the blood away with my arm. I didn't move just glared at the corner of my eye.
His smile vanished. "Playing the hard way now? Eh fine by me." I started to crawl backwards intill i finally could get up. My back hit the wall. Yamato started to laugh as he could see in my eyes, 'I'm Totally fucked!'
Yamato stopped laughing as he was only a few inches from me. "Now T.K. I really don't want to hurt you." He chuckled as those sadistic eyes watched me. He gave me a bruising kiss. I bit down on his bottom lip. He hissed at the pain. His hands clasped both sides of my head as he smashed it against the wall.
I felt numb. My body fell to the ground as Yamato stepped out of the way. I hit the ground hard as my hand shakily went to the back of my head. I turned my body as I looked at Yamato. My eyes trailed over to the now blood stained wall.
"Had enough?" He stared down at me coldly. Why me? Why my own brother? I couldn't move. Everything was blurry for a moment. I tried to get up but fell back down. I could hear his chuckling as it echoed in my ears as well as my heart beat. I wouldn't be surprised right now if I had brain damage.
I watched as he knelt down beside me. He tilted his head as if he was a confused animal. "Feeling a bit dizzy?" His voice tried to sound concerned. "Well that will change in a bit." His eyes shown that sadistic and lustful shine again. His hand reached for my head. I jerked away but not far enough as his fingers weaved in with my blood stained hair.
I cried out in pain as he dragged me and tossed me onto his bed. I couldn't do anything. My mind was in a fog. The small light shining from the windowpained my eyes. I closed my eyes as the world was spinning. I could hear the sliding of his side table drawer opening.
I felt cold metal clasp around my wrist and then around one of the beds bars and around my other wrist. "Handcuffs?" I whispered quietly. I tried to wiggle but they just ended up cutting my wrists. I hissed in pain as my brother amusingly watched. I opened my eyes half lidded as i stared at Yamato with hatred.
"A little toy I bought." He chuckled. ", decided to try it on you." He leaned over and licked my lips as he used his hands to take off my cargos and my boxers. I growled but didn't do anythng, no i couldn't do anything. I shivered as my boxers were slowly taken away.
He moved down and licked the tip of my member. A jolt went through my body. I forced a moan back but he took it all in and started to suck. My mind was saying no but my body was already trained for this. I moaned loudly finally not able to control it. I bucked in his mouth and I could feel him starting to gag. My breathing hitched as I came in his mouth. He licked his lips as he swallowed it all.
"You...bastard..." I whispered those venomous words between pants. He licked the blood off my forehead as I tugged on the handcuffs trying to escape. "You're not usually this fiesty." He chuckled. "but I like it."
He kissed me and I could taste my own cum and the metallic taste from his lips. He took off his pants quickly as I started to tug at the demon metal attached to my wrists. The only thing I was getting closer to was slitting my wrists as the handcuffs dug into them. That would be nice to die right now.
He positioned himself and he gave me this evil smirk. "This is for begging me to stop." He chuckled as he slammed it into me. I screamed at the top of my lungs. No one would ever hear me as Yamato's room was sound proof thanks to his guitar. He was getting rougher and blood started to drip out.
I screamed over and over again as he kept on going. My mouth finally to dry to scream just gasped. He final released himself and almost collapsed. I was crying, i was broken once again. He glared at me for a second as he pulled out and took the handcuffs off and tossed them across the room with a small 'cling'. He got up and took his pants.
"Take a shower when you're done…" He said and left. He wasn't coming back. As usual he probably is going to have a shower and leave.
I started to cry as I curled myself into a ball. I was in too much pain to even move. Blood stained the walls, the floors, the bed and me. I was broken once more and probably will be broken at least another 100 times. I eventually cried my self to sleep everytime but thanks to my head being bashed in the darkness consumed me.
Hoping maybe I might die this time as I dream.
To be continued...
I feel like a horrible person right now for writing this.
Amber: WHY Kayc?
Me: Good question but i want to cry *starts to tear*
Amber: Your not the only one.... *already has been crying*
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