In the dim light inside the room, with greedy eyes, Franklin was tearing Emelia's clothes crazily, and Emelia was struggling hard to resist.
"What do you want?!" Emelia struggled and roared.
"Bitch!" Franklin slapped Emelia in the face and said angrily, "How dare you resist? It's your honor that I choose you. There are many girls dreaming to climb onto my bed, but you are ungrateful!"
"You!" Emelia, with red eyes, said hysterically, "Let me go!"
Franklin smiled coldly, "Since you are here, you cannot escape. You're not going to leave today until I am satisfied, understand?" Then Franklin asked again, "What are you fighting for? As the saying goes, since you can't fight back, you should take your time and enjoy it. Hey hey, I promise you'll get high!"
A bright light shone in. Franklin squinted his eyes subconsciously. Before he turned around, he shouted coldly, "Didn't I say no one is allowed to disturb me?"
When he turned around, he saw me standing at the door, dumbfounded.
"Brother!" Emelia shouted aggrievedly, with eyes full of tears.
"Emelia!" I let out a loud shout and rushed in.
Franklin let go of Emelia, said coldly, "Good for you, Jayden, how dare you ruin my day?"
I took off my coat and put it on Emelia's body. She was terrified and took my arm. In her eyes, Franklin was more terrible than the devil!
Franklin approached me step by step. His eyes were full of rage and passion. I grabbed the wine bottle beside him and pointed to him, warning, "Stay away from me!"
"Poof!" Franklin sneered, "Loser, I give you my head, do you dare to hit?"
At this time, Franklin's lackeys rushed in. Seeing me with the bottle in hand, they turned pale, "Franklin, we..."
"You even failed to stop a loser!" Franklin turned in anger and kicked each one of them.
The lackeys were beaten and diverted all their revenges to me. If eyes could kill people, I'm afraid I would have died a thousand times.
My body was shaking, and Franklin's fierce momentum was chilling. He was right. Even if he put his head in front of me, I didn't dare to smash it.
I was afraid, holding the bottle with my shaking hand. Emelia, holding my arm, burst into tears with fear. I knew I cannot retreat.
Before, she protected me.
Now it was my turn to protect her!
I must act like a man and stand up!
Franklin arrogantly wrung his neck and put on a mischievous smile, "Since you are here, I will show you how I play with your sister today."
My heart sank, and I replied in a cold voice, "What do you want?"
Franklin burst in to laughter, waving his hand and said, "Catch them."
At his command, the lackeys rushed toward me. Though I held the bottle, it was not a threat to them. Though I was determined to die, I did not dare to move at this moment.
They captured me firmly with a few efforts. I knelt down on the ground, with hands tied behind my back. Two lackeys grasped me desperately, which made me unable to move.
Emelia was helpless. Her eyes were empty and numbness. She was looking at me, seemed to be asking me: why didn't I move!
I felt so guilty! I couldn't!
I was really a loser!
Franklin crouched down, patted my face and said disdainfully, "Loser, I thought you would resist for a while, but you dare not move! What a loser! You don't deserve to be a man!"
He stood up, turned his back on me, faced Emelia, and licked his lips. "I'll tell you what a man is! George, shoot it with a phone. Make a Mosaic on my face and upload it to our school website. Haha, let everyone know that the pure school girl was in between my legs!"
George immediately took out his phone and started shooting.
Franklin reached out his hands toward Emelia maliciously.
Emelia was motionless, staring at me with disappointment.
It was more... disdain!
The man accompanied her for ten years dared not fight back when she was bullied!
A cornered dog would leap over a wall, but I was even inferior to a dog!
"Stop it!" I roared, burst into tears with grieve in my heart.
Franklin pushed Emelia on the sofa, Emelia had no reaction, but closed her eyes. In the dim light, I clearly saw, two lines of tears slowly crossing the beautiful face.
"Good!" Franklin smiled with satisfaction, "Since you can't resist, then enjoy obediently!"
I felt like the world was falling down. My sister was stripped in front of me.
And I could do nothing!
Such an ultimate humiliation!
Such a silent indignation!
I spit out a mouthful of blood. I was weak all over!
I was such a total loser!
I closed my eyes in despair. Franklin said to the lackeys, "Hold his eyelids for me! Let him know what a real man is!"
Another two stepped forward immediately and propped my eyelids open. Franklin smiled and said, "Jayden, have you ever seen the other side of your sister? Don't worry, I promise I'll turn her into a loose woman! Haha, then, everyone can play with her. How about that?"
"Mother Fucker!" I spoke word by word, with my eyes red and my teeth clenched.
Franklin ignored me. He laughed contemptuously and continued to appreciate Emelia's body.
"How beautiful she is!" Franklin took a deep breath, showing his greedy eyes.
But all of a sudden, Emelia opened her eyes. She said, "I will not let you succeed even if I die!"
Franklin was stunned and caught off guard, and Emelia looked sideways, grabbed a bottle directly, and smashed down toward the coffee table.
All of a sudden, there was a tearing sound and the bottle was broken. Franklin shouted angrily, "Are you crazy? What do you want?"
With a cold smile, Emelia grabbed the sharpest piece of glass and put it on her neck. Franklin was startled.
Emelia was staring at me and said, "Jayden, you let me down!"
This time, she didn't call me brother. Maybe I didn't deserve to be her brother anymore.
Her brother should be a hero, not a bum like me.
After saying this, Emelia suddenly cut her neck with a glass piece, and the blood immediately spilled.
"Damn it!" Franklin's face was pale with fear. He stood there in a daze.
The two grabbing me was scared and lost a bit of strength. Taking this opportunity, I got up abruptly from the ground. I grabbed a wine bottle unexpectedly and pulled all my efforts to hit Franklin on the head with a loud roar.
Franklin didn't even scream. He turned around, then rolled his eyes and fell to the ground with a bump.
I was out of breath, and I let all the humiliation out.
Soon, I was in a panic, as I caught sight of Emelia's bleeding neck. I picked her up quickly and ran to the door. Franklin's men did not stop me.
Along the way, my tears kept falling, and Emelia, with eyes open, lost too much blood and was pale. She tried to say something, but finally, her eyes slowly closed...
"Emelia! Emelia!" I growled, heartbroken!
Many people were looking at me with strange eyes. Downstairs, I put Emelia into a taxi. To my surprise, the driver turned out to be the previous taxi driver.
He looked at Emelia seriously, did not speak, but directly started the car, constantly honking the horn to urge the car in front.
"Emelia! Wake up! Emelia!" Tears dripped on Emelia's face, and my fear reached its acme.
What if Emelia died?
From childhood to adolescence, I felt as if I were in an endless glacier, while Emelia was a touch of warm suns rising from the east, giving me warmth when I felt helpless.
She meant everything to me, and I couldn't live without her!
Over eight o'clock in the evening was the rush hour with heavy traffic, and the driver kept urging, protruding his head out and shouting loudly, "Give a way! There's an injured here! If it is delayed, you are all murderers!"
For a moment, the crowded vehicles in front drove to the sides, clearing a lane for the taxi. The driver finally finished the 30-minutes ride to the hospital in just over 10 minutes, ignoring the traffic nights on the way.
Off the car, there were doctors carrying a stretcher to the side of the car, the driver told me, "On the way, I made a phone call to the hospital, save her!"
"Thank you! Thank you very much!" I quickly opened the door, put Emelia on the stretcher, and followed her all the way to the emergency room.
When I had done all this, I fell limp to the ground. I was so weak that I didn't even have the strength to think.
I prayed silently that Emelia would be safe.
I did not know how long it took. In my exhaustion, a burst of footsteps stopped in front of me, and before I looked up to see who it was, a slap directly hit my face. I looked up with my dazed eyes and found my foster mother. Her eyes were cold, and said angrily, "Jayden! You are not a gift from bodhisattva! You are an evil creature for the Hunter Family!"