Total pages in book: 132
Estimated words: 124750 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 624(@200wpm)___ 499(@250wpm)___ 416(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 124750 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 624(@200wpm)___ 499(@250wpm)___ 416(@300wpm)
Vik sneered. “Fuck, I hated that bitch. Always knew those smiles a’hers were fake.”
“How could she?” I spoke quietly through my thick throat. “How could she?” I turned to Nas. “Why?”
Nas lowered her head, shaking it. She couldn’t speak. She looked about ready to lose it.
Vik told the story. “No one knows how long she’d been doing it. The only reason we found out was because Lev stopped talking.” He pinned me with a stare. “Just stopped talking, for a whole year. He was nine.” He sighed in frustration. “Now, if that were any other kid, you’d think it was weird, right?”
“Yes,” I agreed immediately.
“Not with Lev. Their pops, Anton, was a good man. He loved all of his kids equally. Was one of the good guys. He married into a good family, and Lev’s mother, Talya, was a nice woman. Until Lev was born.”
“Why would having Lev change that?” I pried.
Vik smiled at the thought of his friend. “Lev is different.”
That he was.
“Anyone with half a brain could see that he didn’t think like a kid. It’s almost as if he was born with the mind of an adult. He was so serious. Barely laughed. He was smart as a whip. Didn’t have any friends, apart from Anika and me. You could have hit him with a hammer, and he wouldn’t show pain. Something about his mind doesn’t work the way yours and mine do. He doesn’t show emotion often, and when he does, it’s mostly anger that’s built up past breaking point.”
Vik swallowed hard. “There was an incident. Lev’s dog was run over. He didn’t understand why the dog was gone. I mean, he knew she was dead, but the emotional build up was too much for him.” Vik laid it on me, hard. “They found him in his room, rocking back and forth, beating his head against the wall. The wall was covered in blood. He was covered in blood. Had to go to the emergency room to get his head stitched up.”
“Oh, my God.” I covered my mouth with my hands, my stomach rolling in revolt.
“It was after that incident that Talya got weird. She’d curl her lip whenever Anton hugged Lev or showed him any attention. She ignored Lev when he spoke. She showered all of her attention on Nas, forgetting about her sons. And Lev started to pull away. He stopped looking people in the eye. Stopped talking to people. Didn’t leave his room. That kind of thing. The one person who was meant to love him treated him like he was invisible, so he became invisible.” Vik turned to Nas. “What no one knew was that Lev would talk to Nas. He didn’t say much, but she was the only person he spoke to in that time.”
“He talked to you?” That was a big deal. “What would he say?” I asked Nas gently.
She let out a long, shuddering breath. “That he was afraid of the dark. So I snuck into his room one night and slept beside him, holding him. He shook so bad, Mina. I thought he was having a fit. Finally, he fell asleep and the shaking stopped. I fell asleep too.”
Oh, God. My stomach turned again. I knew what was coming.
Nas turned to face me, her eyes shining. “One second, I’m asleep. The next, the covers are being ripped away and she’s dragging me out of bed by my ankle.” She lifted her hand and touched a spot at the back of her head. “My head hit the ground hard. It all happened so fast that I couldn’t think…couldn’t scream. All I could do was lift my hands and hold them out as she beat the shit out of me with her bare fists.”
A tear fell down her cheek and she swiped it away. “I just remember being so scared, and for the first time in my life, I believed in monsters living under your bed.” She sniffed prettily. “The monster was my mother, of course, and she only stopped when she heard me crying. Lev didn’t cry, ever. When Lev switched on the light, my mother looked down at me, shock on her face. She turned to Lev, pointed a finger, and screeched at him that he did this.”
My eyes closing, I doubled over, my face paling. “Jesus, Nas.”
“Yeah.” she nodded gently. “I hadn’t perfected the fetal position that Lev had, so I took more damage than I he ever did. Sasha must have heard me crying, because he walked into Lev’s room and saw her standing over me. I was shaking and crying. I was five years old. Sasha walked back into his room, calm as ever, and he came back a few seconds later, pointing a loaded 9mm at our mother’s head. He was twelve.
“His lip curled and he said, ‘Touch ‘em again and I’ll blow your fucking brains out, bitch’.” Nas laughed humorlessly. “Sasha never did beat around the bush. He called for my father, went over to Lev, and stood in front of him. He motioned to me and I ran to him. He held me tight while I cried. And Lev…he did nothing, because he couldn’t function.” She burst into tears, covering her face, her voice breaking. “And I finally understood why my brother was the way he was.”