Recap:

"It's time for you Sparky to find out my story. I warn you it's not a very nice one. If you want, after I tell you everything, to stop talking to me I won't blame you." I said and looked dead in her eyes.

She scoffed. "That will never happen so go on. I'm ready."

"Very well."

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I took a deep breath. "Don't interrupt me. If you have to say something say it at the end, okay?"

"Okay."

"Everything started in a normal day of Thursday, or at least that's what I thought back then. Me and Flame were playing outside, in the garden. We were trying to build a sand castle with mud as a replacement of sand." I smiled at that memory. "Sky and Sam were at a friend house, River and Lincoln were trying to play chess in the living room and Ethan was with Aiden was at his football practice. He always loved football. Anyway, in other words at home was me, Flame, River and Lincoln. Me and Flame played outside for 2 hours trying to fix that idiotic castle but it wasn't working. Everything was fine, except that castle, when we heard shouting and banging sounds from the inside of the house." I paused to take another deep breath before I started again.

"We decided to head back inside to see what's going on. Flame entered first because he said and I quote "I'm your big bro and your prince so I need to protect you.". Back then he was 12 years old and I was 10. When we entered the house everything looked fine. It was completely silence. Dead silence. I was in hiding after Flame while clenching his hand. I was scared shit less. We decided to head upstairs because no one was here, not even River and Lincoln who were supposed to play chess in the living room. When we passed the kitchen, 5 tall and bulky men came out of it. When they saw us, they came after us and tried to catch us. Me and Flame tried to fight with them, we knew how to because our parents showed us how, but they were 5 and big. We were 2 and little, still we managed to put down 3 of them but I wasn't paying attention and one of the rest 2 tried to stab me. I turned around in time for him to miss my head but instead he scratched my right eye. Flame was about to put down the other fucker but he stooped when he heard my scream. Then the 2 demons cached us, tied our hands and legs, and took us upstairs in my parents room. In that time, me and Flame were screaming and kicking everywhere trying to escape. We never had a chance against them. Our struggles were futile." Here my voice started to shake.

Sparky took my hand in her hand, and gave me an encouraging smile.

"When we arrived in that room, my parents, River and Lincoln were already there tied up too. In front of them was a tall man. His head was bold, his face contoured in an evil smirk. He looked at me and Flame smirked at us, and told those 2 demons to drop us on the floor. When my mom saw my eye injury, started to sob harder and my dad was screaming at them asking how they could do something like that. The bad man silenced them when he shot a fire in the air. Yeah, he had a gun with him. He said that they, my parents, weren't in the position to ask questions and he said that he'll shot my father for screaming at him. Me, being the stupid kid I was, maybe I still am, I jumped on the bad guy and kicked him where the sun doesn't shine. How I could do that when my legs where tied up I don't know.

The bad man was pissed. Very pissed. He called me a little demonic rat and he shoot me in the stomach." I touched my stomach where my scar from the bullet was.

"He said that he didn't wanted to kill us, but because of me he'll kill them all and I'll see everything. Lincoln jumped when he heard the bastard. Wrong move. The bad man shoot him in the chest. Dad was shouting at the bastard to just kill him and let the rest of us alone. Mom was sobbing while looking at me and Lincoln. Flame was trying to break free. Lincoln was unconscious. And I was laying on the ground, in my own blood, while the bastard shoot them all. He laughed in my dad face and shoot my mother. Well, he tried because Flame jumped in front of her to save her. He was shoot in his chest too. This time the bad man didn't waited for other protests and shoot my dad and mom right in the head. When I saw them all lying there on the floor I screamed. I don't know where I had the energy from, but I screamed at the bad man calling him a demon and I told him he will burn in hell's flames."

Now I had tears streaming down my face my I continued with my story.

"The bad man punched me in the head with his boot and everything went black. When I woke up, I didn't had any idea where I was or what happened but after I saw Lincoln next to me with his right part of chest bandaged everything went back. I started to cream NO and I pulled out my IV drip from my wrist and the others tubes and things. I stopped after a nurse gave me a tranquilizing thing and I felt asleep again. When I woke up the next time I did nothing. I didn't screamed or kicked, nothing. I was numb. I just realized that my parents died. HE killed them. The police came and took us declarations. They told us that those demons were paid to kill us, and they could came back to finish us. Me and my brothers because we all survived miraculous how the doctors said. After 3 days we all were realised from that hospital and we were put in a foster house for 1 week because our sweet relatives didn't wanted us. They let us go after 1 week because our uncle did some things and somehow received for us a permission to stay alone in a house. Yes, I said a house because we never went back in that house. Things were more bad than bad. They were terrible. We all were depressed, I was bullied at school for my scar, Flame and Sam were getting always into fights, Aiden started to sleep around, River blocked everyone out like I did, Sky concentrate all his time on studying, Lincoln was trying to get to me, and Ethan was engrossed in school, like Sky, but he was learning how to lead a company too. We moved out of that town, which was Chicago, in less than 3 months.

Wondering about the bad guys? They came back. But this time, we were ready. They found us after 3 years. In this time we learnt how to fight better and how to use a gun. Yes, I said a gun. We all wanted those fuckers dead. So that's how they are now. Dead. Just the leader, the one that killed our parents it's in prison. We are free because the judge said that what we did was auto-defense. They  were in our house and they tried to kill us.

Now everything should be fine right? Well it wasn't. Nothing was. We were more distant with each other than we ever were. Everyone of us was lost after those fuckers disappeared because we were filled with hate and we were burning for revenge. But after they went to hell, we had nothing. No emotions. Nada. Zero.

Each one of us was dealing with his problems in different ways. I was cutting, getting into fights and I was responding at the professors. River was doing drugs. Flame was getting into fights too, and sometimes he was drinking his problems away. Sam shut himself from everyone. Sky dedicated his life for school. So did Ethan but he was still learning about our company too. Aiden was sleeping around and partying. And Lincoln was keeping himself busy with rugby. We were like this for a year when I broke this routine." I stopped to take a very deep breath.

Sparky squeezed my hand when she saw me hesitating.

"When I tried to kill myself."

She gasped.

"I couldn't handle it anymore. My brothers were ignoring me, kids were bulling me until the point I beat the crap out of them. I was alone. And the guilt was eating me alive."

I was sobbing now but somehow I manage to continue my story.

"I was 14 when I tried this. After that, Ethan finally realized how sick all of us were, so we moved again, but this time he made us to stick together. Ethan matured himself from a young age. He had to because of us and because of the company. This time I got close to Lincoln, River and Flame. Me and River were the pranksters. Me with Flame were the illegal idiots, because we liked to stole shopping carts and race with them, we liked graffiti and the list goes on. And when I was with Lincoln I could be at peace. I could relax and I could tell him everything. We were inseparable. Until one day.

It was our parents anniversary, 5 years since they were killed. Usually we would bought some flowers and we would visit them. Not this year. In this year I, being the stupid and impulsive kid I was, I fought with the school biggest and the best fighter of the school. Stupid I know, but I was trying to make the emotional pain to go away.

I won that fight. I beat him to a pulp just because I blacked out. I started to have anger issues after my parents died. I beat him but I was really injured too. I had a black eye, busted lip, and 3 broken ribs. The director of the school called my brother to take me home but I already left the school. When I arrived at home all of them were in the living room. Lincoln started to scream at me, asking me what the hell was in my head when I did that. I knew he was really mad because he never screamed at me before. When he was angry he would just scoff at me.

This time he screamed at me and he told me that he was tired of always telling me what to do and always look after me. I started to scream at him too. I was telling him to leave me alone because I waned to clean my wounds. He decided that is better for me to go to the hospital. I didn't wanted to because I hate them, I'll always will, but he dragged me into his car on the passenger seat and we were driving and screaming at each other on the way to the hospital.

I told him that I hated him for forcing me in this car and making me to go to the hospital. He looked at me and pressed the pedal gas harder. And it that moment when he looked at me, when he wasn't paying attention on the road, we got in a intersection and a car hit us in Lincoln's part and sent us in a circulation sign, which was on my part.

The last thing I remembered before I blacked out was that I flied out of the car through the car's windscreen.

When I woke up at the hospital, I found out that Flame was in our back on his motorcycle, but he was fine. He had just a broken leg thank God. But Lincoln was in a critical state. When I heard I went to see him, to make sure he will be fine. He was fine. For 3 more hours. He died because of the lose of blood and his head injury.

Before he died he made me promise him something. He made me promise him that I'll never try to kill myself again and to promise him to fight in any situation. I promised him that. That promise is the reason I'm still here. After he died, every time I felt like cutting or doing something bad, I would dress in my kimono and trained me until I fall on the floor from exhaustion.

We moved here in Washington DC because we wanted a fresh start, as a new family. All of us are trying to behave ourselves. We try to get better. I try to get better."

I let out a breath after I finished my story.

I looked nervous at Sparky. "So....Do you still wanna be my best friend?" I asked my voice barely audible.

She didn't said a word.

She just hugged me.