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Carmen sighed heavily and ran a hand over her face, and I reached out, holding her hand that she had taken off my lap. She squeezed my hand right back, and I knew she was the one for me. My fate.
"My pretty girl." As soon as we got to a red light, I purred out and buried my nose into the crook of her neck. I planted a kiss there and righted myself.
Everything was a priority. Get to Mars, make sure dad wasn't near him, and then kill Sarge with my bare hands.
Chapter35
Mars
"Ares!" Was the first name, I yelled out as I woke up with panic. "Where's my brother!" I thrashed around, not bothering to check my surroundings.
"Sir, sir, you're at the hospital!" A nurse yelled out, trying to calm me down.
"Where's my brother!" I didn't care about anything as I attempted to stand, yet everything hurt badly, but I needed to ensure Ares was fine.
There are things I was probably hallucinating about, but I couldn't worry about anything else.
"Sir, calm down, or we'll have to sedate you again." She tried to hold me down again, but I shoved her to the floor.
"You sedated me!" Although I knew I sounded like a crazed person and probably a demon summoned from hell, I didn't care. I didn't like being injected with something I had no control over.
"Sir! Please!"
"Don't touch me! Don't you dare touch me, Motherfucker!" My vision blurred, and I knew that I was blacking out. Not seeing things right, and everything was closing in on me.
My chest hurt so bad, and everything melted away.
"Mars! Mars!" somebody grabbed me, but I couldn't think straight anymore.
I was back in that damn room, in the fucking cage again, growling like a pitbull that wants out. "Let me out! Let me out!"
"Brother, it's me. It's me, brother." Arms held me close as a soothing I hadn't felt in years took over me. I knew his voice… I could never forget my brother's voice.
"Ares?" I called out my brother's name. "you're alive," I breathed. "You're alive."
"Glad you could make it back, fucker. I thought I would have to drag you back out of hell." He said, but there was no bite in his voice. It was more of an endearing phrase now.
"Fuck, brother. Fuck." I laid my forehead on his shoulder as he kept me tight in his arms.
I don't remember the last time we called each other brother, but whenever we would argue or get mad at each other, we'd call each other brother as the truce between us.
"I want to go home, Ares. They put shit in me, and I didn't know what it was. I don't want anything injected in me, and I don't."
"Okay, okay, I'll take you home. I will. Just don't die, please." My twin asked me in such a small voice that I don't think anyone else heard him.
"I'm sorry that I was going to leave you all alone. I'm so sorry."
"I told you that wasn't an option."
The urge to chuckle took over me, and it was real when I released the sound. And so were the tears that fell out of my eyes again. I couldn't believe this shit was happening to us all over again. Especially when we had our power back. We didn't let our father continually bully us, and we took a stand, but he ambushed us at the funeral.
I'll never truly know if I loved my parents, especially the bitch who was six feet under, but all they've taught me was hate and fakeness. There was nothing real about my emotions so much that I forgot how much I raged inside. How much I wanted to hurt everyone around me, and how I yearned to have a normal relationship with my brother.
The therapy part was very real, but it didn't help much. My therapist was an attractive older woman who was easy to seduce. In most of our sessions, I fucked her from behind instead of discussing anything. Sure, there were some tools that she taught me, but my actually doing better in therapy was a façade that Ares saw right through. It was like looking through a mirror when it came to us; similar wounds, deep cuts inside, and bruises that would never heal.
Ares was better at hiding his old wounds with tattoos. I had mine, but I never took my shirt off. While his were cuts from the belt and other beatings, mine were from burns, cigarette burns, candle wax, etc. I couldn't even get them covered up even if I wanted to. White scars looked like I was sliced from the nape of my neck down my spine to the top of my ass. Too many things that I hid with clothes and hair.
I grew out my hair to hide so much and to just stand out on my own. To seem like a normal college kid. Now, it was all for nothing. Both Monica and Carmen have seen my scars and my burn marks, and they've experienced me in the worst way.
