Watching My Fake Sister Dig Her Own Grave Chapter 05

Watching My Fake Sister Dig Her Own Grave Chapter 05

They rowed for what felt like hours.

The storm still raged, but these men handled it like they’d done this a hundred times.

Finally: shore. A desolate rocky beach.

No lights. No people. Nothing.

“Up, Scar Face ordered.

They dragged me out of the raft. My remaining prosthetic sank into wet sand.

I stumbled but didn’t fight.

Never fight. It only makes things worse.

They hauled me up the beach toward an abandoned warehouse.

Inside, they threw me onto a metal chair.

One of them slapped me-hard.

My left ear rang. Blood trickled out.

“Wakey wakey, cripple,” he said with a laugh.

I looked up at them.

Four men. The same four from twelve years ago.

The ones who broke my legs. Destroyed my ear. Burned the barn.

I thought I’d never see them again.

“Well, well, Scar Face said, crouching in front of me. “Little Wren. Thought you were dead.”

I said nothing.

“Your sister says otherwise. Says you’ve been living in luxury while we’ve been scraping by.”

Another one laughed. “She paid us good money to bring you back. Said to make sure you never go home again.”

“Real generous, that sister of yours,” Scar Face said. “We told her we’d make it permanent. She doubled the price right there.”

He stood up, grabbed a metal pipe from the table.

“But first. He hefted it in his hand. ‘Gotta make you pay for running away.”

The pipe struck my shoulder.

Blinding pain.

I clenched my teeth. Didn’t scream.

Screaming only gets them more excited.

“Hey, she can take it, another one said, lighting a cigarette. “Guess those twelve years taught you something.”

He brought the lit end close to my arm.

“Wait,” I said.

Scar Face raised his hand. “What, begging already?”

“I just want to know.” I looked up at him. “How did she find you? You were supposed to be in hiding.”

Scar Face laughed. “We were. But your sweet sister looked real hard. Dark web. Said she had a big job, said only we’d know how to handle someone like you.”

“Why are you telling me all this?” I asked.

He crouched down, patted my cheek. “Because you’re about to die. Dead people don’t talk.”

He wrapped his hand around my throat. “Plus I just love that look-shocked, can’t believe it.”

My breathing cut off.

He let go. I coughed violently.

“We’ve got all night,” he said.

The cigarette came closer again.

This time he didn’t stop.

The burning tip pressed into my arm.

I bit through my lip.

“Good girl,” that one said. “Still remember the rules-no screaming.”

Scar Face picked up the pipe. “Let’s see how long you can last.”

The pipe came down.

Once.

Twice.

On the third-

“POLICE! HANDS UP!”

The door exploded inward.

Flashlights. Guns. Shouting.

The men scattered, but there was nowhere to go.

My parents rushed in behind the police.

Mom screamed when she saw me.

Dad was at my side in seconds, wrapping his jacket around me.

Reid appeared, grabbed one of the men trying to run.

“YOU FUCKING TOUCHED MY SISTER!”

Police pulled him off before he could do real damage.

An officer crouched in front of me, did a quick check. “We need you to give a statement.”

I nodded.

Mom held me tight. Dad had his arm around us both.

Reid was still breathing hard, blood on his hands-couldn’t tell if it was his or the trafficker’s.

“How did you find me?” I asked. “The prosthetic went in the ocean.”

Reid pulled something from his pocket.

My other prosthetic leg. The spare.

This one has a tracker too,” he said. “Mom made me bring it. Just in case.”

Mom nodded, tears still going. “I had a bad feeling.”

Police led the four men out. As Scar Face passed me, he spat in my direction.

Reid lunged, Dad grabbed him.

“Not worth it,” Dad said. His voice was shaking.

We walked out of the warehouse. Early morning outside.

Cold wind hit me. I couldn’t stop shaking.

Not from cold.

It was just over. That was all. It was just finally over.

My legs hurt. My ear hurt. My shoulder hurt.

“Wren?” Mom’s voice sounded far away.

My vision went sideways.

“She doesn’t look good-” Reid’s voice.

I wanted to say I was fine, but my mouth wouldn’t cooperate.

Dad caught me. “Wren! Stay with us!”

Sirens somewhere close.

Then nothing