I shakily get to my feet and fix my clothes. “Stop it!”
“You sick son of a bitch.” Dad blocks the punch and swings. His much larger fist connects with Jaxon’s jaw, throwing him off balance. “She’s your sister!”
Jaxon laughs, and the evil coldness in that sound raises the hairs on my arms. He pulls up his pants and faces our father with a bloody smile.
“Yeah, she is.” He swipes his arm over his mouth and laughs again, devoid of emotion. “You wanna know how she feels when she’s taking my dick? Like a fucking dream.”
Dad’s face turns a bright shade of red, and he lets loose onJaxon, catching him off guard as he slams him against the wall. His arm pins Jaxon in place, like what Jaxon did with my mom.
Jaxon laughs through the punches until blood leaks from his nose and travels over his busted lip.
“She sucks a mean cock, too,” Jaxon says with a louder cackle. He grunts when Dad punches him in the gut. “She can take all nine inches of me like a greedy slut.”
How dare he? How could he say all of those things like it doesn’t matter to him?
Like I don’t matter to him.
Mom runs into the room, her hand already on her chest and eyes wide as she takes in the unfolding scene. Bruises have already formed on her temple and neck from Jaxon almost killing her.
Dad grabs Jaxon by the collar and shakes him. “She’s your goddamn sister, boy.”
Mom looks me over, taking in the messy hair, ruffled clothes, and the flush on my cheeks. Her eyebrows furrow in confusion, and then she realizes what Dad means. “You had sex with your brother, Dahlia?”
This is why I wanted to keep us a secret. Our parents won’t understand. No one will. We’ll be the town’s laughingstock, and the bullying will get worse.
“You have nothing to say?” Mom shakes her head in disgust.
“Take her with you. You’re both leaving,” Dad says to Mom over his shoulder.
“Let’s go, Dahlia,” my mother says.
I take a step back, then another. “I’m not leaving.”
Dad glares at me while still holding Jaxon against the wall. “Go with your mother.”
I cross my arms over my chest and stand my ground. “No. I’m not leaving Jaxon.”
Dad’s eyes narrow.
Mom closes the space between us and grabs my arm. “We’re leaving.”
“No!” I dig my heels into the wooden floor and shove her hands away.
Mom growls and grabs me again.
“I’m not leaving him!” I scream.
Dad shifts as he pulls a gun from behind his back. He holds the barrel against Jaxon’s head. My older brother frowns, but he doesn’t show any fear about the possibility of dying.
“If you don’t leave in five seconds, I’ll shoot him, and his blood will be on your hands.” Dad clicks the safety off.
My stomach twists in knots until I’m seconds away from puking.
Jaxon turns his gaze to me with a strange look that I can’t put my finger on.
There’s no way they’ll let us be together. If I leave now, I have a feeling this will be the last time I see him.
“Five,” Dad growls.
