You Are Mine Little Sister (by Syra Tucker) novel Chapter 197

His eyes no longer pretended to be kind. They screamed what he truly was. The monster everyone had warned me about. The villain my mind had tried to erase.

I took a step back.

Then another.

My breath came out shaky and uneven. I didn't want to react. I didn't want to expose what I had realized. But the moment he appeared in that doorway, I knew—

He already knew I knew.

"I was just arranging my stuff." I tried a lie anyway, even though I knew he wouldn't buy a word of it.

He said nothing; just watched me.

Seconds stretched thin. The silence grew so heavy it pressed against my ears.

Then I knew it was game over.

I turned and bolted for the bathroom, hoping to lock myself in and call for help. But the devil has always been faster than those who already fell prey for him. He was on me before I even made it to the door.

My scream was the kind banshees used, yet no walls crumbled to save me from him. His hand wrapped around my chest and the other around my waist. With impossible strength, he dragged me back against him and pinned me in place.

"Let go of me! Let me go! Please!!!"

I didn't even have the courage to be angry. I was terrified, and him holding me wasn't making it any better.

"Calm down, Rali," he spoke in a voice that doubled as an assurance and a command.

But it was impossible for anyone to stay still when they were on fire.

I continued screaming, thrashing, fighting. His hand left my chest. Next thing I knew it was coming over my nose with a napkin.

Panic spiked. My breath shattered into short, useless gulps.

"You'll be fine," he murmured into my ear. "You have my word."

The sedative worked fast. I knew damn well I was about to go into a panic, but he saved me the trouble and put me to sleep.

.......

'What did the seven-year-old you feel when she first saw him?' The woman asked me, curiosity in her eyes.

'I felt... excited. I always wanted a big brother. Wanted someone to be protective of me, just like my friends'. I was happy daddy brought him home that day, and I tried... I tried to build a good relationship between us.'

She crossed one leg over the other. 'And did he ever do something back then that made you feel loved?'

'The first night he... ate my candies. He told me he didn't like them, but he ate them one night. I think he did that to make me happy. He always orders the same thing when we go out. With our parents, I mean. I found it weird but... I liked it.'

'When he left, did you miss him? Did you cry?'

I did. Really hard. Didn't let mummy see it. Most times, I pretended I wanted to eat in my room just so I could get rid of my meal.

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