The hunted sisters

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2 years

rd scream. Silenc

en she whispers in my ear. Marchi's shaking body is holding tightly onto mine. Someone is in our hou

happen again, we have to hide. We run to the small stairs that leads to the

am. Mommy. I want to ru

ep going.’ Marchi whisp

t?’ I whisper

here is our brother if you need h

ough the house, but this

tch!’ h

n seconds later and closes the hatch behind her. It’s dark inside and I can't see a thing. Marchi holds onto me tight

ust my sister. She is seven years older and has been taken care of me, because mommy can't sometimes. We have found mom more than onc

and mom fight a lot and when he leaves,

ve to wait. We don't hear screams anymore. Are they gone? Is mommy okay? I never been

The steps crack with every step. That is not mom. I

ies with me in silence. We stay as qu

cream. There is a man standing in fron

rms. I scream and try to get away. I punch and kick him, but he throws me over his shoulder and walks downstairs like I weight nothing. He never let me go as we walk into the living room. More than six men are standing in the small living room,

long scar from his hairline to his jaw. A drop of blood in his mouth corner, lets me know he was the one screaming in anger. Mom had hit him. He kn

notted and her forehead is bleeding. The bad man had hurt

wider and asks: ‘What

.’ I answer. ‘You hurt m

ds my chin and squeezes. I try to get away, but he just holds m

, just punched her in the face. Her head swung to the si

my.’ I let my

and I don't have to hurt

ust

is you

.’ I

is your

ea

go of my chin and walks over to Marchi. ‘What is your name, darling?’ I now only see the bruise on

t shaking voice. She didn't c

ee we're related, but defini

l.’ she

the room. He is still grinning; he really enjoys himself. He cups Marchi's cheeks, trying to kiss her, b

hey have nothing to do with this. Just take me. I can't pay y

er to us one more time and says to his men: ‘Just tie them up. T

m was screaming a lot. The man watching us, were smiling the

l see you again girls. I promise you.’ he said and just left. The men all just left. Marchi and I were both tied up to

2 years

the cake. I smile at her as she strokes my head. It's the best cake we have

hi says. I push

you. Happy birthday sweet Deci. Happy bi

ree share together, my little sister sits in her pink pajama's, smiling from ear to ear. I can't

ish.’ I s

miles. ‘This is the best cake I

. She is the best thing we got from that horrible night

sents we got for her. A shirt from Walmart with a butterfly on it, two candy bars, lavender soap and a tiara for in her hair. It isn't m

ght. She hasn't been sober for a long time now. She is probably high or drunk

find work too. I can help her take care of Deci. We sisters have to stay together. Sept left us two weeks after we were found. We had been tied up for almost three day

houghts when I hear

s pale. She wears a white pajama with dirty brown and red spots. Her hair is a mess. At lea