Chapter 64
***Content Warning:***
*The next two chapters contain scenes of violence and gore. Please proceed with caution or skip them if you feel this may be triggering. Prioritize yourself, little wolves, your well-being is what matters most!*
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*Ten Years Ago*
***Alicent***
“Allie,” Oliver’s voice invades my dreams. Firm fingers touch my shoulder. “You have to wake up! Now!” my older brother whispers.
Removing the quilt, he helps me sit up. “Let’s go!”
“Huh?” I rub my eyes, confused. “What time is it? It’s still dark.”
A sudden crash from somewhere in the house causes me to jump. Oliver inhales a shaky breath and covers my mouth with his hand. “Shh! We have to go!” he whispers again.
I’m tired, and my older brother makes no sense. I wonder if this is some kind of prank because I’ll be seventeen in a few days.
He takes his hand off my mouth. “What’s—”
“Shh!” Oliver puts a finger to his lips. “Be quiet!”
“What’s going on?” I whisper as I hear a noise of something breaking, suddenly starting to get scared.
Out of nowhere, Cedar enters my room. “It’s clear!” he whispers to my older brother. We have to go! Now!”
“Follow me!” Oliver says, firmly taking my hand. When he turns around, I notice that his backpack is on his back.
“Where are we going?” I try to keep my voice low. “What’s going on, Ollie?”
“Shh! Everything’s going to be okay, Allie!”
We walk silently to the living room. From the looks of it, they’re heading towards the backyard exit. However, when someone seems to be approaching, Oliver urgently pushes Cedar and me into the walk-in closet where we keep our board games. The place can easily fit the three of us standing up, even though, unlike me, my brothers are huge.
He closes the door quietly behind him.
“No matter what you see or hear, you don’t come out, understand? You don’t make a sound! No matter how frightened you are!”
“You’re scaring me, Ollie.” My heart hammers as my bottom lip begins to wobble. I’ve never seen my older brother so scared like this before.
“Where’s Mom? Where’s Dad?” I ask him, and Oliver runs a hand through his short light blonde hair. All three of us have the same hair color.
Cedar places his arm protectively around my shoulder as we both look at Oliver. While Oliver is twenty-five and the tallest of us all, Cedar, who is three years older than me, is more muscular than my older brother.
“I know you’re scared, Allie, but you have to be quiet! Cedar is in charge, okay? Both of you hide in here and don’t make a single sound. Can you do that?”
My panic truly sets in when I hear the screams. My parents’ voices are raw and desperate, cutting through the chaos of crashing sounds not far away. At first, the words aren’t clear because they are tangled in the noise. It takes me a while to understand, but then it hits me like a blow to the chest. Mom and Dad are begging. Begging for their children to be spared.
“Ollie?” My chin trembles.
“Promise me that you’ll protect our sister,” Oliver says to Cedar.
“I promise,” Cedar says with a nod, tightening his side hug on me.
Heavy footsteps thunder on the stairs as deep, scary voices filter through the walls. I slap my hands over my mouth to hide my whimpers.
Oliver takes an unlabeled spray bottle out of his backpack and starts spraying it on me and Cedar.
I whisper, putting my hand up to shield my eyes. “Stop! Why are you doing this?”
“Quiet!” Oliver keeps spraying us until it’s all gone. When I open my eyes again, I notice that the spray not only dried quickly, but it also left behind an invisible finish. It doesn’t even look like the spray was applied because I can’t see anything different. Besides the smell, of course. It’s faint, but it has a horrible herbal smell.
“Who’s in our house?” I ask quietly, desperate. I don’t know what’s going on.
Cedar and Oliver look at each other before my older brother says, “Remember those wanted murderers we saw on TV?”
I widen my eyes and nod.
“Mom and Dad owe them... and they’re here because of that debt.”
“Why on earth would they get involved with people like that?”
My brothers look at each other again for a moment. “Listen, Allie, we don’t have much time,” Oliver says apprehensively. “We had more time. They gave Mom and Dad another month or so, but apparently, they changed their crazy minds. They’re dangerous, Allie! Don’t let them catch you under any circumstances!” The silent warning that I’m a woman and it would be much more traumatic is implied in my brother’s words.
Oliver quickly pulls Cedar and me in for a tight hug. “Remember to stay quiet. Don’t let them hear you,” Oliver whispers seconds after we hear our parents screaming.
“I need to go help them,” Oliver says with both hands on the side of his head. “I love you both! Cedar, here.” My brother takes the backpack off his back and gives it to Cedar. I’m so terrified that I don’t even feel Cedar putting the backpack on my shoulders.
Then Oliver leaves the closet and closes the door behind him. Cedar hugs me from behind and puts a hand over my own hand in my mouth.
The two closet doors have a tiny gap between them, which allows us to see what’s going on in the living room and, consequently, in the kitchen that’s right next to it.
Two big, scary men enter, dragging my broken and beaten mom by her arms. I surge forward to peer through the little gap, and Cedar tightens his firm grip on me.
“Oh, look what we have here. Did you think you could hide from us? You ain’t a kid anymore. You should be ashamed,” one of the men says to Ollie, cracking his knuckles while the other tosses my poor mom to the floor near our dining table. Then, a man with short hair appears, dragging my father, who seems to be barely conscious.
Oliver takes two knives out of his pocket and holds them, one in each hand, before pointing them at the men.
They all laugh. “What are you going to do with those?”
“Stay away from them,” Ollie says firmly. The tone of his voice is threatening, even though he is outnumbered.
Another man enters the room, wearing only dark grey shorts. Something about him makes my fear skyrocket. A strong horrible smell invades my nose, it makes me scared of this new guy. I almost can’t keep my teeth from chattering.
His icy glare intensifies the moment he sees my old brother. He says to the other men, “Make their son watch but don’t kill him. Not yet.”
“That’s too bad. This bitch is hot,” the man near my mom replies with a smirk, looking down at her body.
What does he mean? I look up at Cedar but his forehead is nearly pressed against the door as one of his eyes looks straight to the gap between the closet doors.
When I shift my gaze back, I see the man in shorts leaving at the same time that the one who answered him abruptly bends down, grabs my mom’s face, and forces her head back, exposing her delicate neck before he slices my mom’s throat with a long, thin knife in a harsh, brutal motion.
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