“A fragile psyche” is what the doctors said I had when social services put us through all their examinations and evaluations before leaving Karen in my care since I was eighteen and technically an adult.įrom then on, Karen always tried to handle me with kid gloves. And in the end, she always looked out for me. And in the end, my sister always forgave me. Or, at least send her to live with some long lost relative they never bothered to tell me about.īut they didn’t. In some sick fantasy, I hoped to get my parents angry enough at her to kill her. I had to share a room with the little shit and she was always following me around and telling on me every chance she got-every time she caught me smoking dope or jerking off into mom’s panties. I told on her all the time when we were kids. “Huh? Were you a big tattle-tale? Did you enjoy getting your sister into trouble?”Īnd I did. “Were you a blabbermouth, Jack?” Karen asks from behind me. “Your tongue, Jacky Boy, was exactly the thing your sister worried about, wasn’t it?” he asks, staring into my gaping jaws. “Ah-ah-ah,” Harold warns when I try to pull my head back from him. My nipples are black and numb from all the matches they’ve held to them. He’s twisting and turning those pliers, corkscrewing my tongue and I’m drooling a thick string of bloody spit down my bruised torso.
I try to scream out but that only causes more pain and makes Harold apply more pressure on the pliers. His face is shoved right in front of mine, and his eyes are big and wild, focused on my pulsating tongue. Harold’s got one hand on my bare shoulder, his other hand’s manipulating a pair of pliers, which are stuck inside my mouth, gripping my tongue. I awake to the taste of nickel and blood and a slight pressure on my tongue.īehind me, Natasha claps and hops up and down, Harold’s personal cheerleader. I ducked and covered and pressed my ears closed until they had all passed. He laughed and that laugh bounced down the hall after me like a hundred rubber balls.
Told me to go sleep this one off, that I was drunk-asking me why I would come into his bedroom, naked, and attack him. I tried to tell him I understood, but instead I threw my elbow into his cheekbone and twisted atop him and strangled him.īut my heart just wasn’t in it, and I let up and he laughed it off. He said only Karen could give him a family.
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