Gaia
By the time I was sixteen years old, my visits to the secret rooms in our house had become common. I was headed to the library when I saw Charles and one of his associates in the hallway. The man whispered something to Charles then they both looked back at me. I passed by them, continuing down the corridor until I made it to the library. As I sat at the desk and opened my books, I heard the door click open and close.
“Gaia” Charles’ voice was full of malice. “A friend of mine would like to see you downstairs. You know what that means, right? You’ve been there.”
I shook. ”I do not think that is a good idea. I have a lot of work to cover.”
“Oh, it’s okay then, we’ll just see if Gabe is free.”
“No! I will come.”
I walked behind my “father’, down to the familiar bookcase. He opened it, and I stepped in. Shivers ran through me. I caught a glimpse of the man. He was a brute, his eyes dark. He led me down the corridor until we came to one of the secret rooms.
“Do as he asks, or your brother dies.” Charles hissed in my ear as he tossed me into the room.
The man sat on a couch, one hand over the back of the couch, a tumbler of alcohol in the other.
“Nice to meet you, Gaia,” he said, a wicked smile on his face.
“Your daddy tells me you're a perfect girl. Why don’t we see how good you are?”
He asked me to undress, so I did. I stood in the cold room, my jaw tight. There was a pocket knife in my jeans pocket, and I knew I would use it.
He undressed, cooing to me, telling me how beautiful I was and how ready he was to make me bleed.
He did, and I cried during every second of it. When he was done, I straddled him and thrust a knife into his jugular. I pressed it into his heart next, promising that more blood would be shed.
Charles screamed when he walked into the room, dragging my bloodied, naked body into a cold shower, leaving me there to wash off the evidence. My mother came in next, handing me a towel and a gown. She would not look into my eyes. She would not say anything.
