The Stepbrother Game

4. Suicide

I froze when I heard the word "suicide".

Tears started to form in his eyes as he lowered his head.

"Tate, I- why are you asking me this?" I said.

He looked back at me. "Because, I feel like I need to leave this world"

A lump started to form in my throat as my breathing almost came to a stopping point.

I started to cry, why would he want to leave? Is it because of me? What if I'm not a good sister? What if he feels like I'm not taking good care of him? What if I'm not enough? What if I'm the worst sister? What if-.

"April!" Tate shouted, snapping me out of my crazy thoughts.

I rubbed my eyes from the tears that trying to come out.

"Huh?" I asked.

Tears rolled down his cheek. "I think I'm done being alive"

"No your not!," I yelled. "Why didn't you tell mom?"

"I did," he started. "She told me it was my imagination"

I balled up my fist, why would she tell this innocent boy that?

He wasn't kidding. He wanted to leave and kill himself. I wasn't gonna let him, we're brother and sister and we stick together no matter what.

I also couldn't lose him that young.

I'm 20 and he's 8.

I felt so scared of what he was gonna do, I really wanted to go upstairs and shout at mom for telling HER 8 year old it was just his imagination.

But I wasn't going to no matter how much I want to, to protect my brother at all cost.

He felt lonely, unloved, unappreciated, hated, like no one ever cares about his feelings.

But me, I love him, I appreciate him, I don't hate him, I care about him, and I promised him I'll try to do anything to not make him feel lonely.

I want to tell him, but he'll think I'm lying. I'll wait.

"April, why does mom never take me serious?" he asked, I shrugged my shoulders.

"I have no idea," I said. "She's too busy having se-"

I stopped my tracks before I said it and looked at him, he gestured me to keep going.

I sighed. "She's too busy having s*x with Mr. Line"

He cringed.

"I know right" I said.

We both burst into laughter, I love these moments with me and him. It will be easy to remember for a long time.

We were still laughing until Ajax came downstairs and ruined the moment.

"Don't act like you two don't hear that s**t" he said.

Me and Tate stopped laughing and listened to see what he was talking about.

It was quiet for a moment, then we heard it.

"Oh Dave!" I heard my mom moan.

We started hearing something hitting the wall hard, and it sure was squeaky.

Then we heard a whipping sound as mom screamed and Mr. Line groaned.

Tate instantly got up and ran into his bedroom, slamming the door. Ajax giggled.

I turned to him. "Something funny?"

"It was the way he ran," he laughed. "It was so funny!"

I replayed Tate running in my head again.

I giggled a little bit, it was kinda funny.

***

After an hour of hearing torture. I finally decided to go to the laundry room, to me and Tate's dirty clothes since mom was so sore after you know what.

I turned the water on and started to dump the clothes inside.

Then, I poured some washing stuff inside as I closed the lid. The vibration on the machine was addictive and catchy.

I heard someone come in behind me, I turned around to see Ajax. I sighed as I turned back around.

I heard the door close.

I was too busy focusing on the vibration, I didn't realize he came up right behind me.

I felt his manhood push against my ass, I groaned quietly.

"What do you want?" I said, he started nipping on my neck.

He sucked at my flesh as he made a hickey.

He body pressed harder against me as I gripped the sides of the machine.

"So your gonna pretend like last night wasn't nothing" he said, I couldn't speak.

He backed away and spanked my ass as I jumped and squealed. I rubbed my butt. Damn his hand hurt.

I tried to turn around and face him, but he spinned me back and bended me over the washing machine as it continued to vibrate.

He roamed his hand down my back. "You like that vibration huh" he asked and hit my ass again.

"Mhm" I said.

I was still bent over the machine as I heard him reaching for his belt. He pulled my pants and underwear down as my butt went bare.

"Oh April, April. You have no idea what I'm about to do to you" he said, I gulped thinking he meant something bad.

I was about to speak, until I felt his d**k go inside me from the back. I gasped and groaned.

He started to hit me from the back as he gripped onto my hair, pulling it so my face would go backwards.

I started gasping and moaning at the same time, the vibration made the feeling better.

He started to pound harder, harder, and harder. I started to squirm.

His manly moans filled my ear as I closed my eyes.

I started to moan loud, but covered my mouth in the sake of Tate.

I've never been f****d from behind before, but damn this feeling is amazing.

He kept going till he released in me, then pulled out.

I was still breathing hard as ever like I've never had before.

Then I thought about Tate.

"Ajax" I whispered.

He looked up at me while zipping his pants. "Yeah?"

"Tate wants to commit suicide,"

"What!," he shouted. "When did he say this?"

"This morning" I said, twirling my fingers through my now sweaty hair.

Ajax looked scared and angry.

"Does your mom know?" he said.

"He told her, but said that it was his imagination"

His jaw clenched, his fists balled up so hard that his knuckles turned white.

I didn't wanna see Ajax angry like this, I feel like I already have a lot of stuff going on in my life.

My dad killed himself, I'm f*****g my soon stepbrother, I joined whatever this f*****g game, my brother wants to commit suicide, seems like in this game everyone will die.

I sorta hate what I'm going through, they just don't know it. They'll never find out in the sake of my mother.

I feel bad for myself, sorta my mom, my dad, my brother, and everyone else who's going through the same thing.

My mom really doesn't give a s**t about anything or anyone. Growing up, I took care of myself and Tate, mom was such a hoe and a gold digger.

She couldn't get a hold of herself when money was involved, to be honest and no hard feelings. But I wish mom had committed suicide, not dad.

We loved dad, he gave us most of his time, wanted us to be happy. Mom didn't though.

She wanted to put me and Tate through hell when we both said we loved dad more.

It was crazy.

I wanted to be with dad, but the next day.

He shot himself in the head.

His last words were, "Tell your brother I love him and tell your mother I said she can have it all" I cried all night after that incident.

He loved mom, he really did.

He put all his trust in her, but she blew it when she got pregnant with me.

She wanted to abort me, saying I wasn't gonna be the baby she wanted.

That hurt me from every limb.

Now I'm stuck with her.

Forever.

There was then a loud smash outside the laundry room.

Me and Ajax immediately ran out to see what it was.

It was Mr. Line, mom, Lucas, and Tate.

But mom and Mr. Line were arguing, about Tate.

"How dare you tell this little boy that it's just his imagination, he could be for real!" Mr. Line shouted at mom.

She rolled her eyes.

"Cause it is," she said. "Every 8 year old thinks that and doesn't do it"

Lucas then stepped in.

"Oh yeah, then what's this?" He grabbed Tate's arm and pulled up his sleeve. It revealed scars on Tate's arm.

He's been cutting himself.

I started to burst into tears as I pulled out a chair, sitting down.

"Tate, why," I asked. "Why!"

"Cause I miss daddy!" he shouted at me.

Mr. Line, Lucas, and Ajax looked at Tate, mom, then at me.

"What happened to your dad?" Lucas asked, rushing by my side as I cried.

Mom balled her hand into a fist.

I then sniffed. "This is where the story begins,"