Category : Stories

Sub Category : Suspense/Mystery

Life. Sweet life. How you sometimes regret having it, but love it at the same time. When you lose it too early, or lose it too late. Here is a story about my life.


I was born in Laredo, Texas. My mom named me Angel. I'm a girl just so you know. I grew up in a big house with my little brother, Nate, and my mom, Kristy. My mom worked at home because then she could be able to watch us play outside or know what we were doing inside. She worked on her awesome computer that I would be able to do homework on sometimes. I lived an awesome life. So did my brother Nate. But sometimes, life didn't treat us good. We used to do bad things and get hit for doing them. Our mom couldn't really do anything with us because she worked all the time. But she still had fun with us. On her days off, we would watch movies, go to the park, draw, go out to eat, ride our bikes, go to the beach, or take a walk with our cat Lilly, before she ran away. Our dads were never in our life. Only there to make my mom pregnant, but left her in the dust shortly after. I saw Nate's dad once. He was an old, ugly man who was drunk all the time. Who knew such and ugly man could create such a handsome little boy. I bet he got it from my mom and me. My mom has pictures of my dad that I looked at all the time which made me sad. My dad was very handsome and nice. But he left my mom for a much younger, prettier woman, my mom said. But I said she couldn't have been prettier than my mom. My mom was beautiful. She was heaven in human form. Even sometimes I would think she was sexy when she asked me how she looked, feeling insecure most of the time we went to the grocery store . My mom was still kind of young. She was 34 the last time I saw her. Nate was 5 the last time he saw her and I was 9 the last time I saw her. I can tell you how it happened.

One day, my mom was really busy with work and told me and Nate to go ride our bikes outside so we wouldn't hear her getting mad and cursing. Me and Nate were having a race on our bikes and suddenly I stopped. My bike screeched so loud that Nate tried to turn his head and see what happened and fell off his bike and scraped his knee. It wasn't that bad but I didn't really focus on his scraped knee. I needed to know where we were so we could get home. Nate got mad that I didn't pay attention to him and ran away even farther. I chased him into an alley yelling his name. I had a watch so I could call home and so I could call the police. I decided to call my mom and tell her we were riding our bikes home right then. She said we needed to hurry and hung up. I checked the time. 6:24. Almost time for dinner. I knew dinner must have been done already and turned around to tell Nate. He wasn't there. I heard him scream and panicked. I screamed his name over and over. I tried to call my mom but it didn't work. My finger kept touching the time button so I took my watch off, held it in my hand and started searching for him. A million tears were running down my face. I couldn't find him. I then saw a big red van. Two men were shoving Nate into a car. Nate was crying and making muffled noises. He was trying to call my name. I gasped for air as my heart skipped a beat. I quietly bursted into tears as I called my mom. I put the watch to my ear and told her to be quiet. She asked me what was wrong and I told her what happened. Right as I looked to tell her what street I was on, one of the men grabbed me and shoved me into the van too. I saw Nate in the back of the van tied up with duck tape over his mouth. He had his eyes closed like he was dead. I was tied up too. I had duck tape over my mouth as well. When I woke up, I was in a huge field of grass, butt naked. Nate was too. The two men had their pants down with their privates sticking out. The only thing that went through my mind was rape. But it was more horrifying. They forced Nate to rape me as the two men watched and grunted. Nate seemed to like it at he looked away and closed his eyes. It felt a little good but I still cried like crazy. I screamed and Nate put his hand over my mouth. After that, Nate and those two men had their privates sticking out towards my face and let out a white substance. Were they peeing on me? Nate sat down and cried as the two other men rubbed their privates on my face and shoved into my mouth a little. They lay me and Nate down next to each other, naked. We both were crying and Nate tried to grab my hand. I was traumatized after what he did to me but he was my brother, so I held his hand trying to make things better. After that, I just remember seeing blood running down my body and seeing Nate's lifeless body being thrown into a fire as they did the same thing to me.