The lonely rogue

The aftermath.

I don't know how long I sat there just starring at my parents dead bodies. I could hear people talking to me, but none of their words registered with me at all. I could feel Rylie silently crying in my head, but I couldn't relate to her. I had no emotions, I was completely numb. What was I going to do without them? How would Dean cope without them? Dean would be responsible for me now, he would be my caregiver now until I reached 18. We would have to work together to get through this and manage to get along. Surely he would stop hating me now. How wrong could I be.

I felt someone grab my arm roughly and pull me up to my feet. I looked to see who it was, to find Dean glaring at me, his hand still tight around my arm, hurting it. "Move!" Dean snapped at me, dragging me away from our parents. "Dean, you're hurting me" I stammered, "just move!" he snapped again. He dragged me all the way to our house. The door had been ripped clean off and the inside of the house had been totally trashed. Dean threw me onto the hard floor in the hallway. I knew he was grieving and probably didn't mean to be so harsh, so I forgave him as soon as he had done it. "Dean, what are we going to do?" I whimpered, "Mum and Dad are gone" I started crying uncontrollably, large tears dropping on the floor in front of me. Dean knelt down in front of me and slowly lifted my head so he could look in my eyes. I was certain he was about to give me words of comfort, that we would grieve together as brother and sister. That never happened. Dean starred into my eyes, his eyes were cold and hard, "Shut the f**k up you stupid little b***h!" I starred at him, shock evident on my face, "Dean..what are you..." He cut me off with a growl, "I said shut the f**k up. Mum and dad are dead, deal with it and get over it. I'm in charge now so you had better get used to it. Things are going to change around here. You will live by my rules and do what I say or else!" The or else left shivers down my spine, I now knew that he still hated me, despite the fact that our parents were dead and we only had each other.

I nodded silently, stood slowly and made my way to my bedroom. I collapsed onto my bed, buried my face in my pillows and cried. I cried for hours until I eventually cried myself to sleep. When I finally woke up it was dark. I checked the time, it was just passed midnight, I had slept for nearly the whole day. I went to the bathroom to do my business, the started going downstairs to get a drink. I didn't want to eat, food didn't seem important at the moment. Halfway down the stairs I stopped. I could hear voices, people were laughing and talking loudly, what if the rogues had come back? What if they wanted to kill me and Dean?

I slowly crept down, trying not to make any noise. I crept along the hallway and carefully poked my head around the living room door. It wasn't rogues. I stepped into the room, Dean was in there with a group of his friends all drinking and laughing. "Dean, what's going on?" I asked, all eyes in the room turned and starred at me. Well, this was awkward. "Oh I see you finally got your lazy arse out of bed." Dean sneered at me, his friends all laughing behind their hands at his words. I held my head up high, faking confidence, "Dean, our parents have just been killed, I don't think now is the time for your friends to be over." He grinned "so what do you think it's time for?" I felt my face going red, I'm not sure if it was through embarrassment, grief or anger, "I think it's time for us to sit together, comfort each other and work out a plan for the future." I don't know why, but this had Dean and his friends howling in laughter. Dean stood up and stalked towards me, he grabbed the tops of both of my arms, digging his fingers right into me. "Listen here you b***h, I already told you that you would be living by my rules now. Mummy and Daddy aren't here to protect their precious little girl anymore, so I suggest that you keep your mouth shut and keep your f*****g nose out of my business. This is my house now and I have no problem throwing you out to the rogues. " I didn't know what to say, would he really throw me out to the rogues? surely he couldn't hate me that much. He growled at me, baring his teeth, "There will be lots of people coming and going in MY house now. You will only speak to them if they speak to you first, you will do what any of them order you to do, any time, day or night. Do I make myself clear?" I just looked at him, I knew he hated me, but I was still his sister. "I still have school and it's OUR house, not your house!" No sooner had the words passed my lips when I felt a heavy slap across my face, sending me flying backwards. My brother had hit me. How could he be so cruel to his sister? "Don't talk back to me b***h. You do what I say or I will punish you in the most inhumane way you could possibly think of. You will not be going to school, you will be staying here and being a slave to me and my friends. You're too stupid and ugly to be at school anyway, too stupid and ugly to be let out in public. Now we're hungry, go and make us some food." He turned and went back to his friends laughing.

I pulled myself up from the floor, shaking and in total shock and walked to the kitchen. I knew I had to do what he said, I knew he would punish me, I just didn't know how. I looked at the food in the kitchen and decided to cook them some chicken and some fries. I was on auto pilot, completely dazed. I finished cooking and took their food into them, placing it down on the coffee table in front of them. "What a good little slave you have." someone commented "I might have to give her some orders myself." I didn't see who had said it, but he sounded like he meant it. "Feel free" my brother replied, "She will do anything you command like a good girl, won't you Gwen." It wasn't a question, it was a statement. I ran back up to my room, locking my door behind me. I knew my life as I knew it would soon be a distant memory, I knew things were going to be bad for me now. I had no idea just how bad things would get.

I must have fallen back to sleep as the next thing I knew there was heavy banging at my door. "Open up little wolf, or I'll break your door down." It was the same man I had heard downstairs. "What do you want?" I whimpered, "I just want to talk to you. You said you wanted comfort, so I'm here to comfort you." just the sound of his voice made my skin crawl, "I'm too tired now, maybe we can talk later." I tried. "No" He growled, "open up now or your brother will punish you, we both know you don't want that." I had no choice, I had to either let him in or face whatever punishment my brother would inflict on me. I slowly walked to my door, took a deep breath and unlocked my door, stepping back towards my bed before he pushed the door open and stepped in with a creepy grin on his face. "What a good little wolf you are" he said as he slowly made his way towards me. "sit down, let's talk." OK, maybe he did just want to talk, maybe I was just being paranoid. I could hear Rylie growling in my head and I could feel that she was angry and on alert. He sat on my bed, too close to me. "How are you doing little wolf?" I released a breath I didn't realise I was holding. He was asking how I was, this may go well. "I'm not doing great" I replied sadly. "I see the bruising has come out in your face." He said while putting his hand out to touch where my brother had hit me. I jumped away from him. "Don't worry little wolf, I won't hurt you. I just want to get to know you, be your friend, that's all. It must be hard losing your parents at your age. How old are you again?" I didn't know if I could trust this guy, Rylie was going savage in my head. "Um, I'm 13." I said quietly. He smiled at me, I didn't like his smile. "13" he said, "what a great age to be, no longer considered a child, but still not a woman. Do you remember what your brother said about you having to do whatever anyone told you or else?" His smile was getting bigger and his eyes were getting darker. I nodded, and he gently pulled me up to me feet, standing me in front of where he was sitting. "Good. Take all of your clothes off, I want to see your body." I looked at him trying to figure out if I had heard him correctly, "sorry, what did you say?" I asked, praying to the mood goddess that I had heard wrong. "You heard me, strip or I will rip your clothes off of you myself and call your brother." Tears started silently falling down my face, I knew I had to do it. I slowly took off my jeans and hoody and turned my back to him. He stood up and stepped up behind me, pushing his nose in to my neck and inhaling my scent deeply, growling quietly. "So pure and innocent" he moaned into my ear. "I'm now going to f**k you little wolf. I can f**k you the easy way or I can make it hard on you, but either way I am going to f**k you." I gasped, what is happening to my life, how can it change so much in less than 24 hours? I took a deep breath and ran towards the door. "Hard way it is then" He growled as he grabbed me by the hair, yanking me backwards. He pulled my back to his front and wrapped his hand around my throat. "You will not disobey me little wolf, and I won't be going easy on you now." He threw me on to my bed, making my head slam into the wall. I felt dizzy, my room was spinning. I hadn't noticed him getting undressed, but the next thing I knew he was pinning me down, he ripped off my underwear and he r***d me. The pain that shot through my body as he forced himself in me was so unbearable that I passed out. That was the first time I was r***d, it wasn't the last time.