Cute and Deadly

Warning to all! The first chapter is rated "R" for multiple reasons. Please be aware that reading this may trigger and upset many. Read at your own risk.)) Ch.1 The world now is still the same. People walk around smiling, they own pets, they fight, they shop, they have kids. This was my world. I did things like this with my mother and father and big brother. They were my life and the reason for my joy. My mother would smile and light up the room. My father would laugh and the sound would vibrate in your chest and make you feel worm. My big brother he would look up with his big brown eyes and say "I love the world and the life in it". For such a young man he was so wise. My family was perfect to me and we was together. But my family also had secrets that caught up to us. My mother so sweet and caring used to be cold and with no heart. My father who would give such great advice and cheer me on used to have his hands covered in blood. That's until they met each other. My mother had long brown hair that stopped at her mid back. She stood at 5'8. Her eyes were a deep chocolate brown with long lashes that fell upon her cheek. She had full lips and they stayed a blood red color. A thin nose with little freckles. With fair skin and a curve body she was what most would call beautiful. Her name was Katy Silex. My father had a big body built. Not to much muscle but enough to scare off a person. He stood at 6'2. He had jet black hair that he kept spiked up. His eyes a bright green color that came from his mother's side since she was a red head. His cheek bones stood high with a strong jaw. His nose was straight. He was what people would call a dream guy. He had a walk that said " I might not own the world but I sure as hell can control it". He was always a proud man no matter what. His name was Joe Edwards. They always told me and my big brother that they met in a little mall in a town called Willow Main. Weird name but I never put much thought into it. They would say that they bumped into each other and mother dropped her bags. Father being a kind man helped pick them up for her. They said when they locked eyes they just knew it was meant to be. They went out a few times then got together. After three years my father popped the question. Of course, mother said yes and so they got married. One year later they had my big brother. He had our mother's brown hair and eyes. Our father's strong jaw, high cheek bones, and his nose. He stood at 6'0'. He would work out with our father at times so he had muscle. He was turning out like our father, a dream guy. He was a straight A student and his high school sweetheart was the women he wanted to marry. He would chill with me on his days off of work or just be there when I needed him to. His name was Mark Edwards. After they had him they moved from Willow Main and came to another town far away. It is called Christal Winter and lived up to the name. It was always snow on the ground or falling. They stayed there for seven years then I came. Most would expect me to look more like my father not my mother. I got her curve frame and fair skin. Long eyes lashes. Her little freckles around my thin nose. Her full lips that stay a blood red color. The only thing I got from my father was his jet-black hair that had a bit of red tint in it. I keep it long and with a bang. I am shorter then my mother, I stand at 5'6. To most I'm adorable to others cute. The thing that stands out about me is my eyes. I didn't get my mother’s chocolate brown eyes. I didn't get my father’s bright green eyes. My eyes turned out a purple with a hint of ruby red color. My family didn't mind at all. They said it just means I'm special. So special that I couldn't go to a regular school I got home schooled. So special that when we went out I had to put on shades. When mother and father talk in hush voices in another room they stop when I walk in. The only one who really was there was my brother. He would sneak me out to hang out with him and his friends or just him. He would tell me that I didn't need my shades because my eyes are beautiful. He made me happy to be who I am. That's why when they was taken from me I closed my heart. I became closed hearted and cold because of what happened. I was only 8 years old at the time. Mark was only 17. We were all just sitting in the living room watching a nice family movie. -----(Flash Back)----- I heard something hit the front door but I ignored it. Then it happened two more times. This time I turned to see if anyone else had heard it also. My mother and father looked at each other when the noise came a fourth time. Father got up and went into the back towards the kitchen. Mother got up and went to the window. I heard her gasp and then she turned towards me and Mark. Her eyes that were always so calm and loving are now wild with fury. I can see the determination to protect in her eyes. Mark looks at me and then back to mom. "Mark you should take your brother to his room and play hide in seek." She said with a timid smile. She said it in a calm voice but I can tell it was a command not a suggestion. Mark nods his head quick. I can tell his is just confused and me. He pulls me up and I go without a complaint. We head up the stairs and we go into my room next to his down and the hall from our parents. My room has baby blue walls with purple stripes. I have a twin-size bed next to the wall with the window over it that looks out into the back yard. I have a dark brown wooden night stand next to my bed on its left. A dresser by another wall next to the room door the same dark brown. I have a small walk in closet by the last wall. I have a shelf by the dresser that holds all my night time books that mother reads me. As soon as we enter the room Mark closes the door and locks it. I was about to tell him if he locks the door how will mommy come in to find us? But he pulls me over to the walk-in closet before I can ask. He moves some clothes out of the way to make room for me to sit on a small shelf. He helps me up on it then makes sure I'm comfortable. He goes to move the clothes back in place but I stop him. " You’re not hiding in here with me?" I ask with a small quite voice so we won't get caught. " Naww baby bro only your big enough to fit here. I'll go hide under the bed. Remember don't make a sound or you'll get caught and lose the game." He tells me. He then puts some clothes on me to make sure I'm hidden under the pile. Now I can't see anything it's all dark. I hear Mark pull the other clothes back together then shut the closet door. I hear him walk away then nothing. It’s very quiet all over the house for about two minutes. Boooom!!! The loud noise makes me jump and leaves my ears ringing. I'm now confused and terrified on what's happening. I was about to get up but then I remember what Mark said and I stay in place. Plus, if something bad was happening he would have come to get me.......Right? There are a few noises that can be heard. I hear a few sounds of metal against metal. I think I hear gun shots, I'm not to sure but there are loud popping sounds. This goes on for a while before I hear my mother's scream pierce the air. I hold my breath and start to shake while squeezing my eyes shut. I've never been this scared in my life if they are playing a game I'm not having fun at all. I hear the popping sounds grow fiercer then my father yell with rage. It wasn't just rage it was anger, hate, sorrow, loneliness, and the need to have revenge. I've never heard him like that before. A grunt goes through the air then all sounds stop. I take a deep breath of much needed oxygen. I take quiet breaths and just listen for anything. After a what felt like hour of nothing when it may have only been a few minutes the sound of stuff getting thrown around and stuff crashing can be heard. While that's happening I also hear the sounds of footsteps coming up stairs. I hear the door down the hall open. Our parents room. Then more foot stops until that stop and I hear the sound of the door next to my room open. Marks room. Whoever it was that went in there started to throw stuff around looking for something. I guess they didn't find it because I heard them make a sound of anger. Then the footsteps left Marks room and stopped in front of mine. The sound of the door trying to be open makes me hold my breath again. When they figured it was locked the sound if it being forced open makes me jump. I keep quiet and start taking deep quiet breaths. I'm shaking more now and my heart is beating like a humming bird. I heard the person move stuff around and flip stuff over. I'm hoping they don't find me or Mark. But someone in this world must hate me because I soon hear the sound of Mark struggling and cursing at someone. " Put me down!! Let go of me!!" I hear Mark yell. The person who must have him does an evil chuckle that sent chills down my back. It must be a man from how deep it was. " Now why would I do that?" The man asks. " What do you want? Why are you hear?" Mark says in a tough voice that doesn't waver in the slightest. The man chuckles again then calls someone else in the room by the name of "Boss". I hear the footsteps come closer to the room. I can tell another person just entered the room by a sigh that went through the air. "What is this you've found Bone?" The new person asks who also a man by the sound of the deep voice must be. " Looks like the fuckers had a child together." The gu-Bone said. " Hmmm so it seems. Isn't there another room next to this? Could that belong to another one of their children?" The man asks. " No. It’s just a guest room you’re sick fuck." I hear Mark says quick and so truthfully, I would have even believed him. I hear the sound of skin on skin contact. Then Mark grunts and the sound of something heavy hits the floor. I think he just got slapped. " I would watch my mouth if I was you. Bone here doesn't like it if I'm cursed at. So, boy what's your name?" " Why would I tell you?" Mark spats." where are my parents?" The man sighed while Bone laughed. I start to sweat and feel cramped up from being in the same spot for so long. But I don't dare move as I keep listening. " Well.....they had a bad accident. They won't be coming back. Bone do what you want to him." The man said and I can hear in his voice the sick smile he must have on his face. I hear someone leave the room. Then I can hear the sound of a belt being loosen. The sound of Bones laughs mixes with the sound of Mark grunting in pain. I hear Mark trying to not make sounds but I can tell he's in pain. I try to block the sounds out but it not working. After about 15 minutes I hear Bone let out an grunt of pleasure. Mark lets out a painful sob and starts to whimper. I now have tears running down the side of my face but I stay quiet. " I won't kill you. But now you'll live your life in hell and will always feel me." I hear Bone say with a sick laugh at the end. The sound of a belt be done up again is heard. The sounds of footsteps fade out of the room. When the house is quiet again I let it all out. Mom and dad are not coming to find us. Marks in pain and I don't know how to make him feel better. I'm useless. I cry my little heart out. A few minutes later I hear the sound of the closet door being open. So I go back to being quiet. I hear someone come closer but then stop to whimper. I know who that is. I jump out of the clothes and off the shelf. I look up and see Mark standing at the door holding his pants up and tears on his face. But he still gives me a small smile. " Come on out. Their g-gone and you won t-the game." He says with more tears falling. I go to him slowly and wrap my small arms around him carefully. I'm still shaking and I feel Mark shaking to. I hold on to him as he slowly falls to the ground. He wraps his hands around me and cry’s just as I do. -----(Flash Back End)----- That was 9 years ago. And it was only 7 years ago that Mark committed suicide because he couldn't live with the pain anymore. He left a note saying it all and how much he loves me and how sorry he was. He made sure that before he left me that I had a place to go. His friend Calvin gave us a home with his family. His parents adopted us both, they knew us and our parents. When Mark died everyone was shocked but me. I saw through his fake smiles and his force laughs. I was with him at night when he had nightmares about Bone. Or when he screamed out for our parents to help him in him sleep. I saw when he would walk away from other to be alone to cry. When I was 14 I ran away from that home that tries to make me forget. I don't want to forget. I looked up the place where my family started at. Willow Main. I traveled there with hitched rides and $206 in my pocket. It took me 17 days to get there. By then I had only 87 cents. I couldn't even get a meal to eat. That didn't stop me. After a few days a man named Harris Miller found me and took me in. He works in mailing. I told him my name and he said he new someone with the same last name. That's how I found out that I have an aunt on father’s side. Her name is Anna Edwards. She has black hair like father and me. She has a small voice but it holds lots of power. She has thin lips that are always frowning. Her dark brown eyes watch my every move. She has a thin frame that helps her with speed and little muscle. She took me in when I told her what happened to her brother and who I was. The first words she spoke to me after my sad story was...... " You need to train." That is how my real story starts. The story of Alex Edwards.