Heading downstairs and into the kitchen, I crack open a beer and chug it, then grab a few more and walk into the living room. Just as I’m about to sit down, Rick comes flying down the stairs when the front door swings open and Brax stumbles inside. My eyes widen as Rick catches Brax before he hits the wood floor. His face is all bruised and bloody.
“What the fuck happened? Did you lose the fight tonight?” I shout, quickly walking over to them. I grip the other side of my beaten brother, and he winces. My eyes connect with Rick’s, but he just shakes his head. “Well, someone better start talking,” I say as we sit Braxton down on the couch.
“H-he raped her, r-right in front of me,” he stammers, crying out with every word as he holds his side. Again, my eyes collide with Rick's, his jaw tenses, and if he tightens it anymore, he might crack a damn tooth.Jesus.
“Who Brax?” I ask, praying that his next words are not who I think it is.
“P-pres, h-he forced her. He hurt her,” he grits and Rick growls, tightening his fists at his sides. His body begins to tremble, and I know if he doesn’t move or say something soon, he’s going to explode.
“What the fuck do you mean someone raped her? Where is she?” I ask.
“Who did it? Was it fucking Jacob Lee?” Rick asks, his tone biting as he walks over to the closet. I look at Braxton, his left eye is barely open, and his cheeks are both bruised and covered in dried blood. As I check him over, Rick walks back over with a few pistols and knives, placing them on the coffee table. I look up at him and raise a brow.
“I don’t want to hear it,” he tells me, then turns to look at our brother. “Well, who was it?” he asks, his tone growing impatient by the second, but before Braxton can answer, Caspian walks in, slamming the front door shut.
“I didn't know we lived in a barn! Why is the fucking front door open?” he asks, placing a duffel bag near the closet door. When no one answers, he steps further into the room and looks at all of us. “Well, cat got your tongues? What the fuck is going on? Did someone die?” he asks, taking his sheath off and placing it on the couch next to Brax.
“Not yet,” Rick answers, cocking his gun, and Caspian's eyes fly to mine, and I look at Brax.
“Again, what the fuck is going on?” Caspian yells, and Brax stands abruptly, quickly picking up Caspian's knife and ripping it out of its sheath.
“You want to know what is going on? Well, I want to cut the memory of what I just witnessed from my fucking brain!” He roars as he presses the tip of the blade against the side of his temple.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Someone spit it the fuck out! I feel like I’m missing a whole piece to this fucking puzzle. Harley… Mav...” he yells as we all freeze and take in the scene. Brax’s eyes are wild, his hands shake, and his lip is trembling, along with his chest heaving. Something I’m not used to seeing on him.
“Jake fucking Radley raped Presley!” he growls, pacing along the wood floor. “ Tied me to a fucking chai—”
“Radley Senior did what?” I growl as something goes flying in my peripherals. Caspian folds his arms over his chest, flicking his lip ring, and Brax continues to stand in front of us, pacing as his body shakes with rage. Tears pour down his face, and I’m not sure what to do. My brothers never show this type of emotion. I’m not good with this shit.
“H-he made her do things–made her cum with his name dripping from her lips while she dug her nails into my thighs. FUCK!” he roars, slicing down his temple. Both Caspian and I tackle Braxton to the ground as the front door slams shut. FUCK! Rick!
“Brax, I need you to settle the fuck down! Caspian, Maverick left with a gun. You need to stop him,” I scream, trying to apply enough pressure to Braxton's wrist to force him to drop the knife.
“You don’t understand! You didn’t see it! You didn’t feel her begging me to help her–you were not there, and it’s all my fucking fault!” Braxton roars again, head butting Caspian.
“God damnit. Why couldn’t I have sisters?” he yells, slamming his fists against Braxton's head, which does nothing but make him angrier. He roars like a madman, pushing both of us away.
“Just calm down, Brax, let us help you!” I shout, but it's no use. He takes the knife and digs the tip into his temple again!
“Braxton Eugene Cyprus! Put the knife down NOW! This is not your fault! You were tied to a fucking chair! Listen to my words!” I yell, getting up from the ground.
“Fuck you, Harley. You didn't see the pleading in her eyes. You didn't see how helpless she was. She needed someone to fucking save her and I couldn’t do it. Do you know how that makes me feel. Watching the girl I fucking love more then anything in this world being touched, being forced to say things she doesn’t mean or want to say. DO YOU?” he roars, charging at me and slamming my body into the TV as the knife pierces the bottom of my chin.
“Braxton!” Caspian says in a tone so lethal it even frightens me, as the sound of metal echoes through the room. “You’re right. We weren’t there, we can’t begin to understand what thefuck you just went through, but we are not your enemies. Let us help you!” he demands.
“Please, Braxton. Let us help you so we can help her,” I whisper, and he screams in my face, digging the tip deeper into my chin. “Braxton, you are hurting me!” I shout, but the boy in front of me is so far gone that we need to do something quickly, or one of us is going to regret the result.
“You have three seconds to step away from Harley, Braxton!” Caspian commands as he backs up, quickly walking to his duffel and searching through it while still pointing his gun at us. “Three…—
“Come on, little bro. Listen to your twin–” I plead.
“Two…”
“Fuck! You!” he growls as blood drips down my throat, and then Caspian sinks a syringe into his twin's neck, causing Brax to drop to the floor immediately.
“Jesus fucking christ! What the fuck did you give him?” I shout, and Casp takes a deep breath, disengaging his gun and shoving it into the back of his jeans.
“Doesn’t matter right now! Help me get him on the couch then I need to get to Mav before he does something stupid!” he spits.
