Demon & Angel (Hell Raiders Mc book 1)

Chapter 2 Ghost🥀

I look around. Nothing has really changed. The walls are still red, and the old leather chairs are still in the same place, just like the pictures on the wall. Looking at one particular picture of me on his desk brings a warmth over me, but seeing my older brother, it vanishes. "What the hell do you want?"

He says it in a low growl. "I—I came to talk to dad," I tell him as my voice trembles in fear. Lately, that seems to be all I do. jump to loud noises, and anxiety starts when I need to speak. Looking at my brother, I remember we were once so close. But when our sister died, none of us were the same, especially me. Looking in the mirror each day is a reminder that my twin sister Faye is gone. After she died, Dad could barely look at me. Roy was mad as hell. Mama, she stayed away.

After I met Jackson, I knew that was my only way out of this place. So, without listening to others, I married the jackass and left my home. I thought that was the right choice and that it would be better if my parents didn't have to be constantly reminded of the child they lost every time they looked at me. I was the ghost of a child they once adored.

"I need help; I just need new names for the five of us." than I'll be leaving." I tell him, again lowering my head like a damn coward. Never in my life have I been intimidated by a man, especially my brother. He may be big and dangerous, but he never scared me. Men, never scared me, but when you are yelled at and beaten almost every day for five years, things change, and you change. Every little noise and movement counts. You always watch your surroundings.

"Five?... So, you leave the day you turn eighteen, marry that jackass, and then five years later you show up needing our help! You and his spawn? "What did he do, princess, tell you no?" He says this, getting angrier by the second. Tears pouring down my face, I wipe at them, "Roy!" Enough!"I hear my dad shout at my brother. Trying to calm the panic in my head, I take slow, even breaths.

The doubts start coming in, and my breathing gets worse. I'm in full panic mode; the yelling around me is too much. I can't take it anymore. The room starts spinning; black dots evade my vision right before total darkness takes over...

When I come to, it's to the morning light seeping into the blinds of my old bedroom. I stared off for a minute, taking everything in. Until panic hits, "kids"

Hurrying my sore body up, I open the door and take off down the stairs. Making my way to the kitchen, I stop in the doorway and take in what I see. For the first time ever, I hear the joyous sound of my kids laughing, and it's so beautiful that tears come to my eyes. I'm silently crying in the doorway, and I'm startled when my brother stands next to me.

"I'm sorry, squish, I didn't mean what I said." Looking at him, I nod my head and reply, "

"There is nothing to forgive; you have every right to be mad. I left and never looked back. And here I am, running back home. after all this time asking for help. I'd be mad too." I say, taking in the scene in front of me: my dad making Faye laugh. Mom was smiling and soaking it all up. Realization hit me like a ton of bricks. I was wrong to run the way I did five years ago. I should have stayed and worked out everything with my family. But I can't go back now, and I won't, if it means I didn't have the kids. Yes, two out of three may not be mine, but they are still mine. No one can take them away from me; we went through too much. We escaped the monster; now it's time to live our lives. "Good morning, Angel. Would you like some pancakes and bacon?" Mom asks as I make my way to the kids and kiss each one on top of their head. "Yes, mama," the loud noise of a chair scraping the floor makes me look up. Watching my dad get up and leave is hard. Knowing that I did this is harder. Looking at my mother's sad expression, I make my way to her and hug her, saying, "Don't worry, I'll go."