The car ride home was filled with tension. I felt as if all the anger was leaving me deflated. I wasn't seeing red anymore and I was almost ashamed for what I had done. Then again, the bitch had it coming to her. Now I would have to pay for not getting the girl. Lucas had been beating it into me since before mom had died, that if you wanted something then you simply take it. It didn't matter how you would take it. Just if you were man enough to take it.
he had ignored me all night last night and then today had made me go to the liquor store with him. He wasn't allowed inside the store anymore and didn't feel like driving farther to another liquor store. so here I was nvm the fact I wasn't old enough to purchase the alcohol. The clerk didn't really give a damn if you were 21 or not just as long as you paid him a bit extra.
A stab of fear was starting to turn into a terrifying bubbling feeling in my stomach. Lucas sat in silence and then out of nowhere at a red light his beefy hand whipped out, grabbed me by the head, and slammed my head into the dashboard of the car. I forced myself to not make a sound. It would only make it worse.
Overwhelming shame engulfed me. If I had only had a few more minutes alone with Izabella, I would have broken her and she would be mine. I wasn't ashamed that I had done it, I was ashamed that I couldn't prove to Lucas that I was man enough to get the prettiest girl in school. I hadn't proved myself to be the man Lucas kept trying to make me into since
I was a kid. "You worthless piece of shit! Can't even get a damn fucking girl!! How many times do I have to fucking teach you? When you want something you just fucking take it. Women are nothing but objects, they are good for only three things, the kitchen, sex, and reproducing!" he growled. I looked at him from the corner of my eye and knew there was no hope for him to calm down. There was no point in dwelling on Lucas being angry at me anymore and let my mind wander back to Izabella and how hot she was��� the things I wanted to do to her… the photos... fucking principal had deleted the photos and I couldn't look at them anymore...then it wondered to Adeline, my little sister.
Fucking shit I felt guilty now. She would have to pay even worse than me tonight for making Lucas angry. Lucas would rape her and beat her. It would be all my fault. Adeline is everything to me. I couldn't always save her from Lucas. Lucas had drilled it into him that women were objects since Adeline was a baby and she looked exactly like mom…. I couldn't protect mom but I would protect Adeline as best I could. She was the spitting image of mom. My mind flashed back to the night 4 months ago. I had found my baby sister unconscious on her bed with Lucas on top of her. He had lifted her nightdress up to her waist and had been fucking her.
I had rushed him and yanked him off her and punched the hell out of him. Once Lucas had gotten over the surprise he had managed to pin me down and beat me worse. Lucas was a lot stronger and was a bodybuilder which meant he is also ten times stronger than I am and left me within an inch from death. Lucas scoffed at me and had left me on the ground, grabbed the bottle of vodka he had left on the nightstand, and just before he left he said something that had been bothering me for a while. he had said that he didn't know why I cared so much for Adeline when she wasn't even my biological sister. He didn't come back for a few days either. which meant I hadn't gotten a chance to ask him if it was true. I had lost consciousness and woke up to Adeline putting a washcloth on my face. She had a black eye. Lucas threatened to kill us if we tried to say anything to anyone. And ever since he said that I had been having a hard time seeing Adeline as just my little sister.