Frankie

"Hello, Father," I bit my bottom lip, waiting to see what he wanted. 

The last time we spoke, I was pulling him off Parker right before he slapped me across the face. Being scared was an understatement. Thousands of emotions ran through my veins and I couldn't focus on just one. My hand hovered over the hospital controller; if my father tried anything I could have the nurses rush in here. 

"I'm dearly sorry for your loss, but darling, this was the best for my campaign and yourself," My father snickered, showing no remorse in his voice. Parker narrowed his eyes towards my father, his fist clenching beside him. 

"Can you ever you know not be a dick?" Parker scolded, rolling his eyes. 

As I glanced towards Parker, I noticed his eye and lip were bruised. My father must have been releasing his anger continuously on my brother. Honestly, it made sense why my brother was so fucked up. With a family like our; we be lucky if we make it out alive without alcohol or pills addiction. His eye was sore enough that I doubt he could see anything. 

This is when the soulmate system failed me. It gave me a father that cared more about fame than his own children. While my own soulmate was head over heels for my best friend. Aren't I so lucky?   

"Shut up, Parker," My father yanked him by his shirt and viciously slapped him. 

Parker's hand went up to his jaw, rubbing it. Immediately, I gasped, jolting from the bed and rushing towards my brother. Even in public my father can't hide his resentment for us. Seriously how does his publicists keep him in check and not have him exposed yet?    

"Why would you do that?!" I asked, scolding my father and turning back to view my brother's cheek. 

Parker didn't react at all; like it was normal for this to happen. Subconsciously my body started trembling, fearing what my father could attempt next. Would he try to hurt me again?  Since my younger years, I've been the little princess in my father's eyes. He never expressed his love for me but watching the nights he smacked my brother around made me think that's how he expressed love. By never lying a hand on me.

Until that dinner.

"Frankie, it's okay I'm used to it. . ." Parker answered. 

How my heart broke into pieces when he spoke the truth. This has been happening for years. My brother being attacked countless times by doing the bare minimum. Memories of when my brother would come home with notes asking where all the bruises were coming from. The excuses was how energetic my brother was.

"You shouldn't be. No one should be," I answered, gripping onto my brother's arm.

"Onto other matters, I'm here to sign you out," My father said.

My heart started racing uncontrollably, and all I wanted to do was curl up into a ball and wait for someone to save us. "No, I'm not going home with you," I shakily said. 

"Very funny," my father snickered. "You think it was a question. No, it's a command," he sneered, roughly grasping my arm and digging his nails into them.

"I said no!" I stated, making sure confidence flow out even though everything inside of me wanted to hide. 

His hand cracked across my face, snapping it back with the force of his blow and causing my head to reel sickeningly as it slammed into the white walls behind me. It had been open-handed smack and it had left a red welt behind. Just below my eye, I felt a sting causing my hand to glide against it. There was small cut where his wedding ring had caught me.

"What the fuck! She's just gone through surgery! Are you trying to kill your only daughter," Parker raged, his rosy cheeks puffed out.

The aderline flew over my veins like a carp through the river, but I couldn't move a single muscle, not even to scream for help. The absolute horror completely paralyzed me, and the more I thought about runing away or simply moving, the more discouraged and utterly terrified I felt.  

"Stop being such a drama Queen and get up," My father barked towards me. 

He started packing my supplies, shoving them into his duffel bag. Accidently spilling my lunch all over the bed by banging it with his elbow. My brother helped me up, using his body to shield me from my father's wrath. Luckily none of my stitches went loose from the giant drop I just took. 

"Everything is packed. Now let's go," my father demanded, storming out of the room.

"Excuse me, where are you going?" A nurse appeared in front of my father, stopping him in his footsteps.

Has my prayers finally been answered?

"What does it look like I'm doing? Taking my daughter home! Where she belongs," he rudely replied.

"Sir, your daughter needs to stay overnight for observation. We can't allow you to take her out just because you want to," she kindly explained but I could see her patience was running thin.

"How much money you want? I'll pay you One Million if you let me leave now," My father said, pulling his checkbook from his pocket. 

He never leaves home without it.

"I'm sorry. I can't allow that," she answered, rejecting the check that my father had wrote.

"Do you know who I am? I could ruin you! And get you fired with the snap of my fingers," My father threatened. 

"Sir, I don't care who you are. I'm not allowing your daughter to leave with you," she stated, staring back at my brother and I.

"Try and stop me!"

My father brutally clutched my arm, causing whimpers to escape my lips. I used my weight against him, trying to pull myself back. However, that failed, my father was easily stronger and able to drag my weight down the hall.

"I'm calling the police!" She yelled, rushing over the counter. 

Using his free hand, my father pushed everyone away making room for us. He knocked the door open, throwing me out but luckily my limbs were able to hold themsevles up. My bulter was outside waiting with the door open. 

"Go inside!" My father yelled.

"Make me!" I yelled.

I don't know where the bravery came from.

"Fine!" He answered, pulling out roll of tape from his pocket. Pulling a lengthy piece of tape and wrapping it around my wrist. He ripped another piece slapping it onto my mouth, probably to muffled my whimpers.

"I'm sorry," Parker whispered, before my father shoved him into the car.

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Soon enough we were home and Parker helped me out of the car. My stomach stitches were still new and need to be handled with care. Father came right up and pulled the tape right off causing a squeal to escape. 

"Fuck." I groaned, feeling like my hair from my upper lip gotten pulled out. 

"Let's go," He grabbed me, dragging my body down our flawless lawn.  

"Are you going to mention Mom left you?"Parker commented, following along beside us.

"Don't talk about that bitch," My father hissed, spitting out the gum in his mouth. One of the bulters reached down to pick it up knowing my father would freak out if the gum was still there.

"Why didn't you go with her?" I asked, glancing at my brother. 

He could have escaped this. Sure, I would be stuck with my father but he has dealt with this his entire life. Parker needed a break and to be cared by someone who actually loved him.  Why does father always have to have us? Does our mother really not care at all?

He dragged me upstairs into my old room which was painted black. The vibrant colors were now muted with new black coat along with the window being barred up. The whole room was empty expect for a old rustic chair sitting alone in the middle. It wasn't a normal chair instead it was an electric chair and it terrified me. 

"Why am I here?" I asked, darting between the chair and my father. He ignored my question, carrying me to the chair and started chaining me up. There were straps for my legs, hands, and my torso. There was no way I will be able to break out of this with my lack of strength.

"Why? I didn't do anything!" I said, trying to move my arms but they were strapped tight. 

"This is what you get for leaving! " He raged, pulling a blade from his pocket and puncturing my thigh. 

"Please! I'm sorry daddy," I whimpered against the tears that sprung from my eyes. The pain was agonizing causing my muscle to spasm.    

"Stop you're hurting her!" Parker yelled, tugging at my father's arm that was pushing the blade deeper into my leg. 

"You better stop or you're next!" He said, slapping my brother across face. It didn't stop there, he punched him repeatedly causing blood to oozoo down his nose. He ended the attack by banging his head against the wall and dropping his lifelessly body onto the ground. 

"Oh, my god! Dad look what you have done!" I bawled, wanting to check my brother's pulse.  

"Get use to this sweetheart you ain't ever leaving," He said, gliding the blade across my cheek and cutting it in the process.

He threw the knife on the ground and walked out, slamming the door shut. Leaving us in dark, confided to this chair. The tears silently escaped from me as I kept whispering Parker's name hoping he would wake up.

"What did I do to deserve this?!" I said, crying harder causing my chest to ache. 

Rebel

"Here, I wrote the address down on this piece of paper, " Imogen said, handing me a crumpled piece of paper which was probably an old letter.  "I would go with you but I'm not sure she will let me leave again" Imogen added.

"That's okay, I'll be back soon Imi," I kissed her forehead for a thank you gesture. 

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Finally, I reached the unfamiliar old looking house and parked my car outside the gate that surrounded it. Before unbuckling my seatbelt I spent several moments collecting my thoughts before bargaining inside. I started walking towards the front door trying to get this conversation over with. The door opened before I could knock it.

"What did you do with your hair?" I asked, trying to get use to her newly fresh black hair.

She furrowed her brows, swishing her hair upward and noticing what I was referring to. "Ohh I- I dyed it black obviously. I felt like I needed a new change," She giggled, leaning on the door.

How can you be so cute? 

"I don't know?" She awkwardly smiled.

"Oh wow! Didn't know I said that out loud," I chuckled, scratching the nape of my neck.  

"It's cool," She bit her lip, pushing her hair behind her ear. 

How I wanted to kiss them so badly. 

Somewho bravely got the best of me and I went for it. I leaned down, resting my forehead on hers. She stifled a surprised gasp as my soft lips captured hers, causing her body to flush with heat. We held it for a few seconds, before our lips began to move in perfect sync, slowly, cautiously. 

I exhaled through my nose, not wanting to let go. I moved my hand from her cheek to the back of her head, my fingers tangling in her curly black hair, lightly pulling her into me, adding more pressure to our lips, deepening the kiss. 

We broke away for a moment, not able to look away from each other.

"Wow. . . I didn't expect that, " She said, licking her lips.

"I'm sorry it - I Umm. . ." I said trying to figure out what to say.

"Calm down," She leaned her hand on my shoulder. "I liked it also did you just come here to kiss me or?"

"Oh, No I wanted to tell you I got my memories back," I said, stuffing my hand into my pockets.

"You know, there's something called a phone," She snickered, waving her phone around. 

"True but I saw something that was really important," I mentioned. 

"Which was?" She asked, trying to get to the point.

"I think I helped your dad kill you," I said, my stomach shifting uneasily. 

Her eyes shifted from a soft gaze to a firey one, making me swallow the lump in my throat. It reminded me of the look she had when she attacked me at the dance. 

"Show me," she insisted, grabbing a hold of my shirt and pulling towards her.

"What? How?" I asked, the fear slowly growing in my veins. 

"Just have the memory in your head and when you're kissing me it should transfer to me," She said, cupping my cheeks and placed her lips on mine. They moved in perfect sync with each other, causing my heart to skip and shivers to wandered down my spine. My heart thumped loudly when she tangled her finger through my black locks.  

I focused hard on the memory hoping she would see what I saw.

She immediately pulled away, and punched the door causing it to shatter in pieces. My body was paralyzed fearing what could happen if I take any step. A maid came rushing over but ran away noticing how angry her master was.

"How could you! I trusted you," she yelled, her body burning red.

"It doesn't make any sense. I know I would never go through with it," I said, frustradely rushing my hands through my hair.

"You just showed me! How could you go along with it!" She yelled, pacing back and forth.

"There has to be more but it's just not showing," I tried persuading her. 

"No! No you just don't wanna admit you did this. Can't believe I'm in love with the person who caused this to happen to me," she sobbed, sinking down to her knees.

"Katherine, I'm telling you I didn't do it. Believe me!" I insisted.

"Why should I believe you? You probably never cared about me in the first place!" she cried in her knees surrounded by the glass pieces.

"If I didn't love you would I be wearing this?" I said, showing her the matching promise ring we have.

"That means nothing. I'll prove it to you," she wiped her tears, and pulled the ring from her finger. With one fist the ring crushed into pieces in her hand. "You're nothing to me anymore," She sniffled, throwing the particles on the ground. 

She doesn't mean she's just furious and I can't blame her; because I would be too. I know Katherine still loves me and she will forgive me. 

I hope.

"So basically I'm immortal because of you! So I could be living a normal life if you didn't help my father," She sniffled, staring at the wall. "I should kill you for what you did to me."

My eyes widened at her words and my mouth gaped open when she pulled a knife from her pocket. Is she always prepared? She twirled the knife around like it was toy. Katherine placed her finger at the tip of the blade slightly cutting it and licking the blood.

"You wouldn't. . ." I said, moving down the steps slowly.

 She wouldn't? Would she? She has stabbed me before. 

"Oh yes, I would," She smirked, jolting to her legs and dashing to my direction. She wrapped her hand around my throat, causing my voice to croak. Katherine slammed my body against the wall, holding me up. Her grip kept tightening, causing my airway to be blocked.

"Ka-th st-p," I tried forcing out.

Flashback

Today was the day her father wanted me to bring her to the hideout. Of course, I only agreed because I didn't want him to lash out. I decided to take Katherine on a vacation at least that's what she thinks. Luckily, working a part-time job helped me collect money and make this possible. After arriving in our destintion I'll explain everything to her. 

There's no way in hell I was risking Jenny's life.

"Jenny, come on! Let's get going or we will miss the place," I shouted, holding her bags in my hands.

Before I could open the door, I felt a hand on my shoulder. "She's not going," his raspy voice caused the hairs on my neck to rise. 

"Try and stop us," I threatened.

"I already did, aren't you wondering what's taking her so long?" He said, causing my heart to drop down to my stomach." See I knew you wouldn't agree to it so easily so I've been keeping tabs on you."

I pushed past him, dropping the bags to the floor and rushed up the stairs. As I reached her room I could see the puddle of blood on the floor proving his statement. Jenny the girl I loved was now dead.

End Of Flashback

"I di-d-n't he-lp yo-ur fat-h-e-r," I forced out causing her to loosen her grip. " Kiss me I'll prove it."

"Hell no, you don't deserve a kiss," she said, plunging the knife into my stomach. "I'll let you suffer a little before finish the deed."

"So this is how we are ending it? Why you always got to be so damn stubborn," I groaned, debating over removing the knife from my stomach. 

"We ended the moment I made you forget those memories," she commented and started walking away leaving me alone in the doorway.

"I'll make you see the memory," I whispered.

Wow! What a crazy chapter right y'all!! Frankie's father was able to steal Frankie back. . . How does that make you feel specially learning about Parker's longtime abuse. 

If you were the nurse what would you do to stop her father?

Who's a better brother Parker or Rebel?
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