Next week

My stomach hurt. She probably hates me now. I let her down. They got home, and I hid in my room. I heard sniffling and whimpering, from a girl. 'She's here.' I thought. "Stay here Babydoll. Daddy has to take care of some business." Jason said. I heard the sound of feet getting more distant, then I heard the closing of a door. "Y/N?" I asked. I went into the room. She immediately woke up. I walked closer to her. "Please don't hurt, please don't hurt me!" She begged with tears streaming down her face. "I'll do anything I swear, just please don't hurt me!" She tried to back up but the wall behind her back stopped her. "Hey, hey its me! Y/N its me Justin!" I said to her. I tried to put my hand on her cheek, but she flinched. I didn't know how to snap her out of it. "Please don't hurt me daddy." She whispered. I was a little taken back. "I'm sorry about mom, just please don't hurt me." She said sobbing. "What happened to her?" I thought. I was stuck. I didn't know what to do. "Y/N? Hey, it's me, it's just me. Okay?" I told her, trying to convince her that she was okay. I tried to get her to look at me, but it was like she was somewhere else. "Please don't hurt me." She whispered. I faced her head towards me, and kissed her. She seemed to calmed down. I pulled away. "J-Justin?" She said surprised. "Sorry." I told her. "You don't need to be." She said, and she slowly leaned in, and kissed me. I smiled, which was very really rare for me. She hugged me tight, and I hugged her back. "I'm so sorry. I never meant for any of this to happen. I'm so sorry!" I told her, and started to cry. She pulled away from me "I already told you that it's not your fault." She told me. "Don't you hate me? I let you down. I let bad people hurt you." I said to her. Her face softened. "Why would I hate you? You had no choice." She said. She hugged me again, and I hugged back. She passed out after a couple of hours. I heard the front door open, and I laid her back down. I bumped into him again. He gave me a mysterious look. "Brother, do you mind telling me what you were doing in my room?" He asked calmly, but it was still creepy. "T-Tending t-to the p-prisoner." I stuttered. "Good boy." He whispered in my ear and smiled. I stood firm. "I hate you, you disgusting creep!" I thought.  I stared him down, and clenched my teeth. I went to room and started to punch my wall until my fist bled. I quickly grabbed my first aid kit, bandaged myself up, and lied on my back looking up at the ceiling. I slowly fell asleep.

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I walked into the living room. It was full of people who were either high or passed out. "Hhhey bbbro!" Jason said, and grabbed my arm. I pulled away he stumbled after me, and knocked me down. "Yyour preety." He told me. "Get off of me!" I yelled. I tried to get up but he kept me down. "Not sso ffast ppretty bbooyyy." He said and got up. He pushed me into his room, and locked the door. "Layyy ddown oon theee bed preettyyy boyy." He told me. "What makes you think I'm gonna do that?" I threatened. He put the palm of his hand on the top of my head. My vision became dark. I saw myself in the third person. My eyes were black, and I was like him. Whatever was inside of my brother was inside me. I saw what he did do me again. I tried to scream, but I couldn't. I felt like a ghost, but I know I was real. I screamed last time, and it was for a long time.

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"AAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!" I screamed. "Get out of my head!" I said to myself. I got up, and opened my window. I climbed up on the roof. I took a big and deep breathe and looked up at the stars. "Why me? Why do I have to have this burden of what he did to me? Why didn't You protect him? Huh? My mother believed in You, but she's not here right now. Why do You take the things I love away from me? Why do You hate me?" I thought. I sighed and got up, and went back to my room and fell asleep out of exhaustion.