Killer Siblings

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Soaring. Flying. Falling....

Running, Breathing, Stopping.... Something I could never do. I had to keep moving. My mother told me about my family.

"Ruthless, Cold, Repulsing...." And it goes on. She told me when I was twelve which was only two years ago who my father was and who my brothers were. She told me about the arrangement with my father, in which she hated. She tried to love her sons but only saw him. She had to run when she fount out she was pregnant with me. She couldn't stand her only daughter to be around these monsters. 

She did it to protect me. She taught me how to protect myself. She always home schooled me to keep me safe. I just turned fourteen years old and I already knew many languages off by heart. I knew how to do university level math, I could write an essay on the definition of God and religion. I knew how to do things people wouldn't even think about.

I also knew how to run. I knew how to survive on my own. I could defend myself and I knew how to throw knives well and I could even use a gun. I was strong and an independent woman my mum tells me. I was better than those who would rather fuck with random people for fun. 

When she told me I had seven older brothers, to say I was shocked was an understatement. I was angry at her for not telling me, but I understood when she explained it to me. She also has 5 older brothers and her father was just as spiteful. He made the deal with my fathers father, my "Cruel and dismissive" Grandpa my mother put it. She was only 19 and he was 26. 

She had a life to live, she wanted to explore, to soar and to fly. She wanted to make many mistakes, to fall in love with a stupid boy, to get her heart broken, to actually live. But little did she know her heart was broken. She had to give my father children. My brothers. My father kept going till he had a girl. He doesnt know about me, and neither do my brothers. 

She was terrified that they would take me away someday. That they would grab me into there clutches, I was only a fourteen year old girl in her words, no matter what she taught me, I could never run if they caught me and I would have to live the life she led. I was going to be used as an alliance for the English Mafia. That's what mother said.

I did all my research on them and what they did. They were truly ruthless. They had stares as cold as ice. I had mother dark and electrifying green eyes. Non of them had mothers eyes, all of them had icy and light blue eyes.