Keep Your Secrets

Chapter 1

I sat on the window sill of my bedroom and just stared at the sky. My eyes skimmed over the buildings in the distance tracing the sun as it set over the beach. I let out a small sigh as my parents car revved to life to take my older brother Joe to a Baseball game. I lay my burning forehead against the cool glass closing my eyes for a few seconds until the door swung open.

I looked over to find my other older brother Darren walking into the room shutting and locking the door behind him. He slowly walked over to me a creepy grin on his face that made my skin crawl and a shiver rush through me.

"Our parents left me to babysit." He smirked and I rolled my eyes. "Im fifteen I don't need a babysitter." I insisted but he just chuckled darkly coming closer and sitting beside me. He placed his hand on my knee and I shifted uncomfortably. "We have the house to ourselves." He said moving his hand upwards. My breath hitched and I quickly pushed it away standing up.

I cleared my throat avoiding his eyes. "Can you uh please go I need to do um something." I said awkwardly trying to come up with an excuse to get him to leave he was scaring me. He stood up as well and came over to me. "Oh come on just a little fun?" He asked placing his hands on my hips. "No. Im your sister leave me alone!" I yelled pushing him away.

His eyes darkened with lust and anger as he looked down at me. "You do as I say." He said his voice low. I shook my head then I felt a strange sting on my cheek. He slapped me. I gasped and he grabbed my face. "You do as I say." He growled and I nodded. He pushed me onto the bed and got on top of me. Tears streaked my face and sobs left my mouth. Finally to get me to shut up he punched me.

I woke up my body drenched in sweat and my cheeks streaked with tears. I was panting trying to catch my breath. That was the first time my brother had ever done anything. It happened until I turned seventeen when I told my mom who told the police.

I yanked the sweat soaked sheets from my body and got out of bed my brain foggy from exhaustion. I never got sleep anymore without having a nightmare. And with the nightmares I only get two ore three hours before I wake up crying.

I looked at my digital clock that read five AM. I shrugged walking to my closet and pulling out a long sleeved sweater along with a pair of sweatpants. I used to have a good sense of style I guess you could say but now whenever I wear something tight, short, or colorful I feel like I shouldn't be wearing it because I don't deserve it.

I threw the items on my bed and walked over to my bathroom and starting the shower. I undressed and looked in the mirror. I felt dirty and used. I was a shell of my old self. My skin was much more pale then it used to be and my body weight had dropped tremendously. My eyes were now a dull shade of grey when they used to be a vibrant blue.

I stepped into the shower and let the water roll over me and wash away all of the sweat and tears from the night prier. I grabbed a rag and began to clean myself, washed my hair, and shaved. Once I stepped out of the shower I wrapped a towel firmly around my body and one around my hair. I walked out of the bathroom and grabbed my undergarments and threw them on along with the clothes I had set out.

I walked back to the bathroom and brushed through my long brown hair. It went just under my waist. Some people would say its to long and hard to tame but to me it makes no difference. I honestly wanted to have it dyed ombre.

I put it in a fishtail braid and let it go. I walked back out of the bathroom and looked at the clock to see it was seven, around the time my mother and brother were up. I grabbed my phone and bag running downstairs to be met with mom who was preparing to make breakfast. I fell onto the couch and grabbed the remote to the TV switching it on.