Obsession With The Wrong Brother

Evelyn stared at her sister, but she felt no empathy. Her eyes were cold and there was no sign of guilt, or regret. ‘It’s not like he r***d her anyway.’ The thought echoed in her head, like that made it okay. Like violation only counted if there was penetration. “Look, let me make it very clear to you.” She said pointing her long, red nails at Precious. “He didn’t actually sleep with you or take your virginity… that’s if you’re still a virgin, which I doubt.” Precious stared in shock, her mouth slightly open, but no sound came out. She couldn’t even bring herself to believe this was her elder sister. They shared the same mother... the same womb had held them both. Different fathers, yes, but same blood. How could she be this cruel? How could a woman look at her own sister and decide her pain didn’t count because there was no actual penetration? “Let this be the first and last time you’ll disrespect my husband." she warned, her voice dropping low. "If this repeats itself again, you’ll see my true colors.” It wasn't a warning but a promise. But what true colors did she really wanted to show? the one she has already displayed for the last seven years? With that she turned and left slamming the door. Precious collapsed to the floor, crying. She honestly wished she had never been born. What was the point of a life like this? To be used, ignored, and then told she was overreacting? Her breathing became uneven as she stared at the door, tears clouding her eyes. ‘No! There’s no future for me here.’ If she stayed any longer she would eventually die. With trembling hands, she wiped her face roughly with her sleeve and slowly opened the door.r. The hallway was empty, but she still walked on her tippy toes heading straight for the back door. Downstairs, she could hear the kids. They were engrossed in some loud TV program, while her sister and the husband were engrossed in their phones. She quietly opened the door, as soon as she slid out she closed the door quietly as possible and ran downstairs immediately. When she got to the main gate it was locked. “s**t!” she cursed under her breath. She looked around frantically for an escape route. Her eyes landed on a lower fence at the far end of the compound. It was old, rusted, barely five feet high. Without thinking, she sprinted toward it. Her body moved on instinct, driven by pure desperation. She jumped, grabbed the top, and pulled herself up. Her dress got hooked on something but she didn’t care, she just wanted to escape. She finally climbed over the fence and made it to the other side. She didn’t bother to check the dress, she just kept running... past houses, past streetlights, she ran until her legs nearly gave out. She only stopped when she got to the subway entrance. Luckily she was able to sneak into a train and hid in the bathroom. Precious stayed at alert, keeping her eyes at the door. But eventually exhaustion took over and she dozed off. By the time she woke up, the train wasn’t moving anymore, the lights were dim and the train was silent. She blinked, confused, her heart pounding, she opened the bathroom door slowly, peeking out. The place was quiet except for faint voices echoing somewhere far away. She sneaked out carefully, and paused immediately. “Where the hell am I?” she thought, staring at the dark alley beyond the platform. Trash lined the corners and it looked abandoned, like the city had forgotten this place existed. ‘Okay, don’t panic… chill.’ She tried to assure herself, pressing her hand to her chest. She tried desperately to piece together where she was, which direction led back to somewhere safe. But nothing looked familiar, every alley looked the same. “Hey!” a voice yelled, she turned and saw some men staring at her. ‘s**t! Run Precious, run!’ She immediately took on her heels, avoiding some sharp objects on the ground. The men began chasing after her, Precious ran faster but ass she looked back for a sec, she tripped and fell. “Ouch” she yelled in pain. The men quickly surrounded her. “Now, where the hell did you come from?” one of them asked, crouching down in front of her