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To ask how Andrew Graves fell in love with Ashley is adjacent to asking how the sun knew to come up every morning. How the birds knew how to build their nests for warmer weather when chicks would come. Or to ask how the waves knew to ripple in the ocean.

“Now your mother wouldn’t appreciate me bringing you here, but I think it’s important.” Andrew’s grandmother smiled as she helped him out of the car. “We might take a while, Sonny… You go ahead and have a coffee break.” Mrs. Graves smiled at the chauffeur.

She handed Andrew a hard candy. He took it. He was still full of lunch from the nice restaurant with the turkey club sandwich. Grandma had even shared some ice cream with him for dessert. Something like that was unheard of! She took his hand and gently led him through the hospital doors. “Today is an exciting time, you don’t become a big brother every day now, do you?” Mrs. Graves smiled happily. Andrew walked along the sterile hallways and looked around at all the hustle and bustle of the hospital. He noticed his grandmother's wedding ring shining in the lights.

“Good morning!” His grandmother said cheerfully. Andrew looked up. His mother, Renee Graves, was naked except for a huge mesh diaper. Andrew wasn’t sure what happened at first. Did his mother scream, or did his grandmother push her bony fingers over his eyes? “Mother!” Douglas yelled. Andrew did not like his eyes being covered.

“What a surprise!” He said happily. “Did it ever occur to you that you might need to fucking knock?” Renee hissed. “Now, Missy, I don’t think that’s a respectable way to speak to me.” The elder Mrs. Graves said, “WELL WHY ON EARTH WOULD YOU JUST BARGE IN?” Renee said or screamed, “Renee, you should show my mother a bit of respect here.” Douglas said as Andrew’s grandmother removed her cold, bony fingers from her grandson’s face. Andrew was relieved.
“Just why the fuck should I?!” Renee screamed, “Because she is paying the hospital bill! Remember, honey?” Douglas said, trying to smile. “Oh yes, your shitty insurance can’t pay for shit! You can’t even be a man!" Renee kept walking up to her husband, Douglas backed off; The fuck are they gonna do if we don't pay? Repossess the baby?” Renee screamed, “Now, now, Renee, I don’t suppose that’s a nice way to speak to my son.” The Elder Graves woman said.

The grown-ups continued fighting like children. No, worse than children.

As Andrew noticed a small hospital bassinet.

The two-year-old boy smiled as he climbed up on the couch to peer into it. He ignored the adults as they kept screaming at each other. “He used his knees to kneel on the couch and stare at the contents of the cot. Inside was a small, squirmy little bald creature with a pink bow on its head. It was waving its small arms around, “Hi…” Andrew whispered as he patted the soft blankets the creature was wrapped in. The squirmy little creature opened her eyes, they were Sakura pink and the most beautiful things Andrew had ever seen.

“Oh, look, Andrew’s met his baby sister.” Grandmother Graves said as she walked to the cot. “I TOLD you not to BRING HIM! HE’S COVERED IN GERMS. What if the little bastard gets her sick or something?” Renee yelled. “Honey, calm down, I told her to bring him, the parenting books said bringing him to visit her would make their bond stronger. You want them to get along, don’t you?” Douglas asked Only for Renee to ignore him. He then asked Andrew’s grandmother to wipe his son’s hands with a baby wipe. In which Grandmother Graves complied "The Book says its important for them to bond while they're young." Douglas said, “I told you to THROW THAT TRASH BOOK AWAY!” Renees screamed. The Elder Graves woman pulled a pink knit blanket from her purse and draped it over the baby.

“Can you say baby sister Andrew? This is your baby sister, Ashley.” His Grandmother smiled

“Baybee.” Andrew whispered, “She’s your baby sister... You look after her now…” The elder woman smiled, “I AM A PERFECTLY CAPABLE MOTHER. I DO NOT NEED ANY FUCKING PARENTING BOOKS!” Renee yelled, Andrew looking into the Sakura colored eyes as the screams behind him grew louder and louder.

He suddenly felt at peace.

Chapter 2: Chapter 1
Notes:
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Chapter Text
The Coffin of Adrian Graves.

~

If it were not for the books he had stashed under his bed,

This Quarantine might have driven Andrew insane more than it had already.

If it were not for the Nintendo Switch Ashley had ordered and pretended the package had gotten lost so she would not have to fork over the 300 dollars for it.

Ashley would have nothing to do; she would pick at her brother repeatedly.

Andrew might have been more inclined to go insane.

He rolled over in his bed. Whatever Ashley was playing had loud and annoying music.

He wanted to yell at her to shut the fuck up.

But instead, he rolled over to see her tossed messy head playing with her stolen switch.

“What are you playing?” He rolled over and asked her.

“Assassin's Creed.” Ashley smiled. She laughed as she shot at the soldier and pulled him closer so she could stab him in the throat. Blood splattered everywhere. Quite Gruesome if He did say so himself. But that’s why Ashley liked it so much.

“I’m amazed Mom hasn’t turned off the credit card you keep using to buy the games,” Andrew murmured.

“It's because Its dads not hers,” Ashley said.

Their stomachs growled in tandem.

“I’m fucking starving….” Andrew groaned.

“Me fucking too, but you don’t hear me bitching and moaning,” Ashley said

“Give me a turn on that thing,” Andrew said

“NO! I stole it fair and square! Did *You* lie to Joja Mart and say the package never came? Did *You* blackmail the lady in the front desk with pictures of her sucking the janitor's dick so she would keep her trap shut??? Did you steal Dad’s credit card and pay for a lifetime membership and the various games I have? No. I DID. So, it's MY TURN!” Ashley screamed.

Andrew Groaned.

She was starting to sound more like their mother every day. He brushed it off. There was no real bite to it. She was hangry. Usually, when she got like this, he could feed her a snack and, in a bit, she would be back to her happy own self. Okay, perhaps Happy was a stretch.

He got up and walked to the bathroom, dragging some clean clothes behind him.

The shower he took was hardly a shower.

It was mostly him sitting in the scalding hot water, jerking off or at least trying to.

It was simple. His cock was as bored and depressed as he was.

He dried off and started to brush his teeth before he heard a small noise.

Ah, yes, the phone.

Despite the siblings’ calls being ignored every day, Ashley was commencing her daily ritual of calling the apartment where Their Mother and Father lived.

They never answered.

Andrew figured it was just part of her daily routine to stop dying of boredom.

She only did it when he was in the shower.

Probably so he wouldn’t know she was doing it.

Andrew finished his shower and came outside before shooing Ashley out of their bedroom so he could dress in peace.

This was ridiculous, in their twenties, and they had to share a room. Most kids stopped sharing rooms with their siblings when they reached ten years old.

Secretly, Andrew didn’t mind.

She was warm… She smelled nice. When they slept together, he always slept better than he did alone. His body curled into hers, and the way he could push her against the wall so he could burrow into her warmth. Those nights, sometimes he could get away with a few squeezes from her breasts. One night, she had fallen asleep in a tank top, and he’d woken up to the beautiful sight of her breasts with perfect little pink nipples begging him to suck on….

Andrew felt a small swell below his waist.

Fuck he’d need to take care of this sooner rather than later.

He groaned as he grabbed her star pillow from her bed and lay down on his own.

He laid face first in the pillow so he could smell her scent, “She’s not your sister, she’s not your sister.” He began to whisper to himself like a Matra as he started to stroke his already hard cock.

She wasn’t his sister. She was some girl from school; they’d met in English class. She liked Edgar Allan Poe. Andrew Graves did not have a sister. She was not his sister. They’d date. He’d take her to Aquariums, they’d sneak into bars, they’d sneak up the fire escape of a random apartment so they could watch a Coldplay concert. They’d make out at school. She wasn’t his sister. Ashley was not his sister.

He imagined his Ashley lying on the bed, her legs open and her pussy shaved. He wouldn’t go straight to humping; he wasn’t an animal. No, he had to be gentle. He would rub his cock, making sure it was hard, before giving her French kisses, her mouth, then her neck, then he would start to stroke her. He’d give her time to get aroused.

Then his kisses would go lower, he’d start kissing her nipples before taking one into his mouth and letting her whine and cry in pleasure. Andrew groaned, no, no, he didn’t want to cum yet… He stroked himself a little slower, drawing out the pleasure. Once Ashley was nice and aroused, he’d pull her legs apart and taste her; it was forbidden fruit, she was his sister… “She’s not your sister,” Andrew whispered to himself. She would be much better than Julia. She would whine and buck against him, his stubble on her sensitive vulva, the way his hot mouth would suck her clit, and he would make her cum with his tongue.

He’d pull away and then kiss her hard. She’d taste herself all over his lips and his tongue; he’d hold her down and force her to. When the lovers were done kissing, he’d push her legs apart once more, one final time, and start breeding her like the whore she was.

He’d start with slow thrusts, slow, he’d savor her tightness and groan as he fucked her. When she was loose enough for deeper penetration, he’d push her down on all fours and THEN start fucking her like an animal in heat.

She’d cry and protest at first, but he’d let her. Once she felt how deep he was, how hard and strong he could fuck her, she’d scream out. He was almost there now, almost there, almost.

“ANDREW!” Ashley screamed

He moaned into the pillow covered with her scent and groaned hard as he came into the towel. “Yeah, fuck bitch scream my name…” He groaned

“ANDREW!” She yelled again

“Fuck… fuckkk...” he murmured.

“ANDREW!” Ashley yelled

Andrew immediately shot up.

Fuck that was actually his sister.

“WHAT?” he yelled back, throwing the star-shaped pillow on her bed.

“You’re taking for-goddamn-ever! Let me the FUCK IN!” she yelled

“Uh… Uh….” Andrew was scrambling for his pants.

Ashley started to jiggle the lock.

“IM GONNA GET THIS GODDAMN DOOR OPEN!” She yelled

Andrew pulled his boxers on.

He noticed her switch on the bed.

Fuck, Ashley was absolutely bored out of her mind without it.

He noticed the towel. His jizz was all over it. She would notice it.

“He hopped on her bed and started on a random switch game.

Ashley, who had gotten the door open by jimmying the lock with a fork, screamed at Andrew and tackled him.

“THAT’S MY FUCKING SWITCH!” She screamed, Andrew, tumbling backwards, the weight on the bed was awkward and uneven. He tried to shift until

C-R-R-A-A-C-K!

The loud noise stopped both siblings in their tracks.

The bed broke in two.

Ashley’s bed frame was smashed.

“YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!” She yelled

Once her switch was confirmed to be safe, she was angry.

Andrew groaned.

“You’ll have to sleep in Mom and dads’ room.” Andrew said, “I don’t want to fucking sleep there, Andrew! It's gross! They’ve had sex in that bed! You sleep there! You do it!” Ashley screamed.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door…

Both stopped yelling.

“FUCK YEAH FOOD!!!” Ashley screamed as she shoved Andrew out of the way.

“HELLO?” Ashley yelled as Andrew staggered after her.

A package wrapped in brown paper is slipped through the mail slot.

Ashley tore off the paper and then screamed.

It was not food.

It was a book.

*“Mysteries of the Occult! Includes How to Summon a Demon vol 666!!!” *

“How the fuck did we even get this? Andrew said, “It's not food. We ordered groceries millions of times, and is this shit that gets delivered? What the fuck!” Ashley screamed

The two young adults peered into the hallway through the mail slot.

“Hey! Hey, we want some real food!” Andrew yelled at the cloaked figure running away.

“If you can’t smuggle a shitty book, you can smuggle some freddos!!!” Ashley screamed.

They groaned. He was gone.

Worst of all, their asshole neighbor had begun to play his shitty music again.

Ashley threw herself backwards onto the floor, and Andrew followed.

“OOOOHHHHH LORD UNKNOWN!!!!! TODAY IS THE DAYYYYYY TODAY I RECEIVE THY BOOK TO SUMMON THEEEEEE!!!!!!”

The neighbor yelled.

This was definitely going to be another long, boring day of quarantine.

~

Ashley sat in the cool summer air on the balcony. It was nighttime, and she was hungry, a little cold too. Down below, she could see many people walking,

This had become one of her favorite pastimes; she enjoyed sitting on the balcony and peering over the edge of the concrete.

She could see Neon signs for restaurants. A particularly well-lit Chinese food Restaurant advertising “ALL YOU CAN EAT FOR 17 POUNDS!” was a constant tease to her growling stomach.

She remembered being here with Andrew and dropping eggs at unsuspecting tourists, watching as the girls screamed about their hair being ruined or their one-hundred-million-dollar purses being stained with egg yolk and absolutely destroyed!!! Oh, the horror! Absolute horror! As they screamed, little Andy and LeyLey laughed until they felt like they would explode.

How she wished she were among them now. Even if she got an egg thrown at her.

It would be just like the old days.

One of the siblings each taking turns stealing Renee's credit cards. Andrew and Ashley skipped class to hang out at the mall. They’d buy lunch and sometimes a book for Andrew and a new outfit for Ashley. They’d take all the quarters Ashley had stolen from their mom’s room and use them to play endless rounds at the arcade. They had so much fun together.

But the hussy Julia had to come. She ruined everything. Andrew Never had time for Ashley after that. “I have to get serious about college.” He’d say, “We can’t skip school every time you want to.” He’d say, but he’d see the way he’d put his arms over that hussy, and it was all bullshit. He came to school to see *her*. He didn’t give a shit about his sister anymore because he had some slut to be his cock sleeve.

Ashley scoffed.

She didn’t mind when he’d gotten his part-time job at the bookstore. She could pop in and say hi to him. He would bring her presents sometimes, and she was allowed to use his employee discount to get the “Parental Advisory” books she couldn’t rent from the library.

But Julia, Julia was different, and both Andrew and Ashley knew this,

“Cold?” Andrew asked.

His voice snapped her out of her angered thoughts,

He sat down next to her and wrapped a blanket around the two of them.

He passed her a mug of Hot water.

She sipped it softly.

“A penny for your thoughts?” Andrew asked

“A dollar if you flash me.” Ashley shot back.

“Go ahead, flash somebody, see what the fuck happens,” Andrew warned

“Whatever,” Ashley said, putting her head on his shoulder.

“Come on… Tell me what you’re thinking…” Andrew said.

“Well, first, I wanna hit up that Chinese food place, then I want to have some ice cream, and then I want to get a coffee…” Ashley said drinking her hot water.

“Hm, and then what else?” He asked

“Then we run away, run far, far away, and never ever come back,” Ashley said, snuggling into the blanket.

“You think we’ll ever get out?” Andrew asked.

“We’ll die if we don’t. I don’t want to die. I’m scared.” Ashley said

“You won't die…I’ll protect you,” Andrew said

“You can’t protect me from death,” Ashley said

“I can try.” He joked, trying to lighten the mood.

“I’m tired.” She spoke. She pushed away from Andrew and walked back into the apartment.

Andrew did the same.

A few hours had passed.

Andrew lay in his parents’ bed. Ashley would sleep in his bed in their shared room.

He groaned into the softness of the mattress. Why hadn’t he thought about sleeping here before? Quarantine had no end in sight. Renee and Douglas were gone. Surely, they could have just washed the sheets. He turned another page in his book before he heard the door creak open.

“Andy?” Ashley called from the dark hallway.

“Andrew.” He corrected, putting down his book.

“I had a bad dream.” She said quietly.

He scooted over. She lay next to him.

“I’m so sleepy…” She murmured.

“You wanna talk about the dream?” He asked

“Wanna sleep…” She murmured, curling into his chest.

Andrew shut his eyes and lay down his arm, automatically wrapping around her and pulling her close.

After a moment.

Ashley opened her Sakura colored eyes.

She listened for Andrew’s uneven snores and pushed herself a little closer.

She kissed his lips quickly.

Just a peck.

“How sinful…” She whispered into his chest.”

~End of Pt 1~

Chapter 3: Chapter 2
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text
Trigger warning for Self-Harm….

I always thought friend B’s name was Brenden….

~

Even though the bedroom belonged to their parents and the bed was disgusting, and there was a chance Andrew or at least Ashley had been conceived in it.

It was a mutual decision made unconsciously to just sleep in there together every night.

Andrew didn't complain. Mornings spent with Ashley's warm body pressed against him. Forehead kisses while she was asleep, and both were simultaneously ignoring Andrew's hard-on.

It made it easier to ignore the hunger that way. The knawing in their stomachs, biting and screaming at them the moment they woke up. Andrew was looking forward to shoving his face into Ashley’s hair until the hunger pangs dulled enough for him to make their "breakfast" of hot water.

Which is why Andrew was distraught to find Ashley gone.

He opened his eyes; she was digging through their parent’s closet.

The forbidden closet was along the wall next to the bookcase that was filled with their mother’s raunchy Harlequin novels.

“What are you doing?” He murmured at the sight of her.

“Looking, they might have some Christmas candy in here or something,” Ashley said. “Are you kidding? We haven’t had Christmas in years. If you do find any chocolate its probably three hundred years expired.” Andrew said. “Aha!” Ashley said. Despite not having a meal in weeks, Andrew was disgusted with what he was seeing. “Kinky Chef!” Ashley giggled. She pulled the adult board game out of the shelf. “It says there’s chocolate inside!” Ashley screamed. Andrew took a moment to read the board game.

“Kinky Chef! The Bored game for Sensual lovers. Filled with all kinds of flavor, both sweet and spicy.”

“More like for BORING old people,” Ashley said. She opened the box. Obviously, the game had been “used.” Disgusting. Andrew popped open the tin, and inside was half a chocolate bar. The two immediately split it in half and ate their chocolate as fast as they fucking could without considering the consequences of whether the chocolate had touched either of their parent’s genitalia.

“I just hope it wasn’t used,” Andrew said as his realization began to hit. His brain filled with horror and begging for a distraction, he began to flip through the instructions. “I think you’re supposed to melt it…” Ashley said. She picked up the little booklet inside the box, “Ew, these are disgusting. How the fuck is she supposed to bend like that?” Ashley said,d “Are those…. Are those sex positions?” Andrew whispered. “Yeah, and they’re weird as hell too,” Ashley said. She pushed the picture to Andrew, and he studied it. The position was a sixty-nine, indicating the female should be held upside down while the male holds her in place. “That would make me dizzy,” Ashley admitted. Andrew scoffed and turned the pages, “This one looks nice.” He admitted the position was titled “Mating press.” Andrew flipped the page. “It looks romantic.” He admitted,d “Ewww, stop looking for shit you can do with Julia.” Ashley scoffed. She looked at the picture; it made her blush. She grabbed the deck of cards and began to flip through them as a distraction.

“Spread the chocolate across her nipples and take a lick. Roll the dice to find out the next position.” Andrew said He shuddered as he imagined his parents playing this game.

“Oh, oh, I wanna read one!” Ashley picked up a card. “Generous flow of whipped cream along his manhood. Keep goin’ until the cream starts flowin’.” Ashley said in a mock seductive voice. Andrew pulled a pillow off the bed and smacked her. “Oh, there’s a same sex version! We could order it, Andrew!” Ashley crackled.

She threw down the card and kept looking in the closet. “I wonder if my 3DS is in here.” She spoke. “Maybe,” Andrew replied. “No, for real, I remember one time they took it, and I had to find it and take it back,k and I swear to god if I hadn’t found it, I might have NEVER gotten it back,” Ashley said. Then, Ashley screamed.

Andrew jumped up, expecting to have to kill a giant spider or cockroach for her.

“New sheets!” She yelled with mock excitement. She pulled out the quilt. Andrew knew right away she liked it. It was covered in stars and moons. “To Ashley.” Andrew read off a paper that fluttered out of the package. “This is like Christmas.” Ashley declared. Andrew nodded. Christmas was fun when their grandma was alive. She never forgot them. Unlike Reenee and Douglas. “Hey, what’s in this bag?” Andrew asked. He pulled a blank Journal out of the black plastic bag. A package of glowing stars fell out when Andrew was looking at the journal. “Hey! We should put these on the ceiling in our room!” Ashley said excitedly. “I’m really more excited to write in this journal, but I might as well help you, as what else are we gonna do all day?” Andrew asked.

“I think this blanket was a present from Grandmother Graves,” Ashley hypothesized. “Why on Earth would she send you a queen? Our beds are twins.” Andrew said.

"You think they asked for money for a bigger house or something? Maybe she thought they’d buy us separate rooms." Ashley said,d smoothing out the wrinkles. “Maybe she expected us to get bigger beds,” Ashley said. "Nah, maybe she expected you to go to college," Andrew said. “I don’t think I could get a degree,” Ashley said truthfully.

“We should decorate the room.” Andrew said, “What?” Ashley said,d “We shouldn't, it's not like they’ll come back anytime soon. Plus, even if they do, what’s a few posters and stuff they’ll just yell at us to take down?” Andrew said

The two spent the morning putting glow stars on the ceiling and making the bed with the quilt. "It’s technically mine. She can't get mad at us for using it." Ashley said, pulling off the ugly comforter and changing the sheets to the moon and stars ones. “You act like they’ll come back any minute now.” Andrew scoffed.

He went a bit further. He went to their room and took down a few of their favorite posters to put up. Ashley began digging deeper into the closet until she could find a string of lights, “I bet these Halloween Lights were from the people who lived here before us.” Ashley said. “Yeah, probably, I think we only had a Christmas Tree because Grandma paid for it, and that was only because Grandpa wanted to teach us about the story of Jesus,” Andrew said

Andrew was tall enough, and with a few thumb tacks and nails, they had the lights on the ceiling. The lights were strung with spooky ghosts and pumpkins, a few purple stars,s and the lights were purple, and one could say they looked genuinely nice against the posters Andrew had put up.

“Actually, I don’t think I’m very fond of the bed being in the center of the room,” Andrew complained. Ashley nodded. She walked over to the lamp located on the right side of the bed and moved it to the left side so they could push the bed against the wall.

“What else should we move?” Ashley said, " It was fun, the two had been cooped up doing practically nothing since they got here. “Ummm, here!” Andrew left the room and came back with an empty box. He began taking away his mom’s shitty romance novels and putting them in the box. Once he was done, he shoved the box into the closet and came back with his own books. He stopped; He had missed one. He picked it up and looked at the title “Flowers in the Attic… Huh... seems interesting.” He said putting it with his own books.

Lastly, they picked up all the garbage that was set in the living room. “We should just throw it off the balcony.” Ashley suggested, “No, we can’t its illegal- “Andrew was silent. “Starving us and keeping us locked up against our will should be illegal too,” Ashley said, shrugging. She picked up the trash bag and walked to the balcony. She tossed it over the edge.

Andrew followed and did the same thing. There were several apartments above them. Nobody would know it came from their apartment. Andrew tossed a bag, and Ashley did the same. All the bags were gone, and their apartment felt much better.

Ashley suddenly felt dizzy. “Fuck I think we overdid it…” She murmured. She walked back into the apartment and lay down on the bed. It seemed softer than before. “Goddamnit, Ash…A nap might be a good idea after all…” Andrew pulled a blanket over her.

A sharp knock came at the door.

“DID YOU ASSHOLE KIDS THROW TRASH OFF THE BALCONY?” one of the security guard's lackies screamed.

“Give me some food, and I’ll tell you who did it.” Andrew scoffed, “You owe me respect, you little shit!” The security guard yelled. “And you fucking owe me something to eat. Shut the hell up,p I don’t want you waking my sister.” Andrew yelled, “FINE! BE LIKE THAT I’LL STARVE BOTH OF YOU LONGER!” The guard said, “FUCKING SAY THAT TO MY FACE LIKE A MAN!” Andrew yelled. He was angry. He was so goddamn Angry! Ashley was right! How dare they starve them and fucking keep them in the dark like this! “YOU'RE ONLY BRAVE BECAUSE YOU'RE ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE FUCKING DOOR!” Andrew yelled, “YOU GODDAMN COWARD!” He screamed

He heard a thump. The book opened. The pages flapped open angrily.

Andrew looked, the room began to darken, the book pulled Andrew to him he read the page.

“SUMMON ME!”

“Oh, hell no, I am not a white guy in a horror movie,” Andrew said aloud as he shut the book.

He wrestled with it and eventually set it in the narrow space between the fridge and the kitchen floor so it could not open.

“Yeah! You'd better be quiet!” The warden said

“Open the door, jackass! I’ll kick your ass!!! Andrew yelled.

He could hear footsteps; The warden had left.

He threw the kitchen chair at the fucking door.

“FUCK FUCK FUCK!” He yelled aloud.

He looked around at the dingy apartment.

He needed to calm the fuck down.

Andrew walked into the bedroom that was formerly his parents'.

He walked towards the bed and sat near the edge.

Ashley was sleeping.

Andrew gently pulled some hair out of her face.

He breathed in.

She always calmed him down. He admitted that she drove him crazy, but she always calmed him down in the end.

His mind wandered,

What would it be like to have a life with her? Someone forbidden.

They could drive, drive, and drive and drive until nobody knew who they were or where they had come from.

She’d have to have a hysterectomy or something. It was too risky, too risky to involve children in the type of life he was imagining.

He could get a cabin in the woods somewhere.

Yeah, a nice cabin, far, far away from everything.

They could live there. Grow old together…

Andrew groaned. He was feeling the same dizziness from low blood sugar.

He pushed Ashley towards the end of the bed and lay down.

~

“Look its sister fuckerrr!!!!!!” A loud, obnoxious boy yelled as Andrew walked into the shit stain of the world, acknowledged as a public high school.

“Sister fucker sister fucker sister fuckerrrrr. Peter Peter Pumpkin Eater fucked his sister but couldn’t keep her.” Someone mocked

“Piss off,” Andrew murmured. He knew it was better to ignore them.

“Should have seen the way she cried when he pushed her down and stole her 3DS.”

Andrew stopped

“He told her to hurry up and kill herself… Isn’t that a bit harsh?” Someone said quietly

“He made fun of her self-harm scars…. I didn’t realize Ashley had so many…” Another girl had said.

“What the fuck….” Andrew said

“I heard she’s crying… under the stairs.” Someone else said

“Andrew!” Someone called out, Andrew turned around, it was Friend B…. Or Brenden, as was his actual name. “Andrew! Remember that douchebag that Ashley stood up?” Brenden yelled

“Yeah? I mean, I tried to scrub him from my memory, but he’s super annoying.” Andrew said, “So he confronted Ashley about it. He pushed her down! He pulled off her jacket and showed everybody the cuts on her wrists, and then he dumped out her backpack and stole her 3DS!” Brendan said

Andrew saw Red.

“He told her to hurry up and kill herself! Isn’t that insane? That’s illegal!” Brendan yelled.

“Where is he?” Andrew said

“Third period geometry, we should really get a teacher and-Hey wait, Andrew!” Brendan yelled

Andrew practically ran up the stairs and into the classroom.

“Hundred for it. You can keep her crappy little game, and the shitty little anime case.” Douchebag said, showing off the pink 3DS to everybody.

Andrew dropped his backpack.

“Hey, Gravity Falls!” Douchebag said as Andrew approached him, “You here to see the merch, Dipper Pines? You surely aren’t here to fuck your sister. She isn’t here, is she?” He sneered,d “Give it here.” Andrew smiled, “No can-do, sister fucker. I want my hundred pounds.” Douchebag said, “This is the last time I’ll ask nicely. Give it here.” Andrew said

“No.” Douchebag said.

Andrew shoved him onto the floor. He was on top of him, punching him repeatedly; the shouts around him made him delirious. “FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT!” Kids chanted around him, “OH! OH, KICK HIS ASS SISTER FUCKER!!” Somebody else yelled Douchebag, shoved him onto his back, and Andrew rolled out of the way before he could punch him. He shoved the piece of shit against the wall and punched harder and harder. Douchebag slumped to the floor, and Andrew kicked him in the mouth.

“WORLD STARRRRRRRR~!!!!” another dumbass yelled.

“TELL MY SISTER TO KILL HERSELF! DO IT AGAIN YOU FUCKING PUSSY!” Andrew yelled, pushing him back into one of the desks. “You’re gonna shit tell her and you don’t even know how to fucking fight?” Andrew yelled, pulled him up by his collar to shove him on the ground. Andrew kicked him in the stomach HARD.

“TEACHER! TEACHER!” Somebody yelled. The kids scattered like cockroaches under a flashlight.

Andrew picked up Douche bag’s backpack and pulled out Ashley’s 3DS. For good measure, Andrew also found douchebag’s wallet and stole the twenty-five pounds he had inside.

“Stay away from Ashley Graves.” Andrew hissed and kicked him in the face one last time.

Andrew was out of the classroom.

Even though he was supposed to be in the third period right now, Andrew had more pressing matters on his mind.

He walked across campus to the old choir room. Their school had stopped funding it years ago, but it was a popular place to ditch class.

“Ashley…” He murmured as he entered the choir room. “Leyley.” He called again, “He heard her quiet sobs and followed them. “Hey… Hey…” He said, id sitting next to her. She found his arms and cried harder. “It's okay…It's okay, I’m here… I’m here.” He whispered into her ear. “Andrew… He…” Ashley hiccupped “Ssh…” He said, “I know I’m just ma,d Andrew! I’m so mad! He attacked me! I couldn’t do anything back! I’m so mad and frustrated!” Ashley sobbed

“He didn’t fight fair. He’s a guy who raised his hand to a woman. That’s already proof he’s a piece of shit and a coward. Besides, he did it when I wasn’t there, so he knew you couldn’t fight back; he’s a fucking coward. He was born a piece of shit, and he’ll die a piece of shit.” Andrew said. He pulled the pink game system out of his backpack.

“You got it back?” Ashley whispered. “I beat the shit out of him.” Andrew proudly showed her his bruised fists. Ashley’s tears turned into giggles. “You know what, Ash… A little voice in my head says we should head home early… Mental health day and all.” Andrew shrugged, “Missing class? Oh, how awful!” Ashley tucked her game console into her purse. Andrew took her hand.

“He cried like a little bitch, too, Ashley, should’ve heard him squealing,” Andrew said. “He made fun of my scars…” Ashley said, “It’s okay, by tomorrow, all anybody is going to talk about is how I kicked his teeth in.” Andrew said. Ashley pulled down her sleeves and looked at the cuts on her wrists. Andrew picked up a pen and started drawing pictures on her wrists. Ashley giggled,d “Aw, how cute.” She smiled, then she held it up to the light to see what he had drawn. She gasped, “ANDREW! YOU DREW DICKS ALL OVER MY ARM!” She screamed, “They suit you.” Andrew scoffed, “You asshole!” She laughed and tackled him playfully.

“ANDREW GRAVES REPORT TO THE HEAD TEACHER’S OFFICE.” The announcement called

“Fuck them. Hey, I stole money from him. Let’s get ice cream.” Andrew said

~ End of Chapter~

 

Notes:
Hey guys, last-minute chapter update before I leave for a bit.
Haha, I love traveling.
Totally need this as I'm feeling super burnt out at University.
Lmk if y'all like shorter chapters or longer chapters.
Please review.

okay also for some reason my grammer check is acting a fool so if you find like a weird word or something please assume my college ass can spell and its just a mistake from the goddamn editor.

I'll see y'all when I get back

Chapter 4: Chapter 3
Summary:
HOW TF DID I FORGET CHAPTER FOUR?
MAN BUMP ALL OF THIS

P.S. Sorry about that, I'll try to write a second chapter soon to make up for my little mishap.

Chapter Text
~The Unknown~

The little soul scurried his little feet up, his ghostly body huffing and making a blush appear on his small cheeks.

“Hello?” He called

“Yes, my precious one?” The mighty one answered.

“It was too quick, sir; I died too soon.” The little soul replied

“Sometimes that is just the way life goes. They say the purest souls go first.” The mighty one replied

The little soul was sad.

“Why have you come to me, little soul? Lord Unknown knows all of the souls in his kingdom, but their thoughts are private.” Lord Unknown said.

“I'd like to go back…” The little soul replied

“Go back? So soon?” Lord Unknown replied.

“You… You said terrible things might happen… I remember that.” The little soul said.

The soul blinked its eyes,

He remembered a man and a woman,

He remembered a vision of them jumping off a high apartment building,

He remembered the Man killing the woman and then himself,

The little soul remembered the fear in the woman’s heart as the man drove off the bridge while she was still inside the car.

“Why not go play with the other souls while you wait? I am sure to call you again.” Lord Unknown promised.

“The lady, she’s crying, she’s hungry… She *needs* me. Nobody else will look after her.” The soul said

“Little soul, you do not know what I know. I see everything. The woman is a Tar soul. Are you sure you want to go back? How do you not know you will not do the same terrible things over and over again?” Lord Unknown said kindly.

“I know you see everything. If I come back as a grime soul, you will know why. You will see everything that has happened; you may not read my thoughts, but you will know how it made me feel. You will know why I did what I did. If I come back with the woman, at least we can come back together.” The little soul said.

“You may endure hardships… That woman with the yellow eyes, her soul is wicked.”

“I'd like to go, I don’t want to leave her.” The soul said

“Very well…. I’ll give you a moment to say goodbye… When you are ready, come see me.” Lord Unknown said.

“Will I be older?” The little soul asked.

“I’ll make sure you go first. She’ll come later.”

The little soul blinked his blue eyes.

“Thank you.” He said.

The little soul scurried off.

He bid goodbye to his friends,

His new life was waiting.

~End~

Chapter 5: Chapter 4
Chapter Text
Andrew woke up. Great after another fucking day. "Ashley..." he murmured quietly. His hand rubbed her back. "Ashleyyyyy" he murmured into her ear. "Stop it.... If I sleep I'm not hungry." She whimpered. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer.

"I'm so hungry..." she whimpered. "What do you wanna eat?" He asked "Everything." She murmured. "Be specific." He said "I wanna eat um.... Korean Barbeque. all you can eat. I wanna eat at waffle house for breakfast and then go to Korean barbecue for lunch. I wanna eat the wagyu stuff we can't afford." Ashley laughed. *she laid on her stomach. It helped. She wondered if it was because it tricked her stomach into thinking she'd eaten.

"I'll get us some water." Andrew said he walked towards the kitchen clad in his black boxers. Ashley laid on her stomach. She watched him walk away. Although the two of them were starving and skinny as twigs, she still admired his body.

"Beloved, our finest Korean barbeque plate." He said, pressing the ice water into her hand. She took a few sips. She could feel the water slide down into her stomach and sizzle. She moved over and Andrew got back into bed with her. She passed the water to him and he took a big gulp.

She laid back down and Andrew opened up the book he was reading.

After a moment, Ashley looked up again. "What are you reading?" She asked "Flowers in the attic." He said

"That sounds pretty. What's it about?" Ashley asked. "So far just some kids, their dad just died and their mom says if they stay in the attic, they'll get to leave and be rich." Andrew said

"Wish we were rich. I mean, we'd have a lot more stuff to do." Ashley said. "You feel like a movie?" Andrew asked "Maybe. Later..." Ashley said

She ran her hands down his body. His skin was warm and bony. She lifted his shirt and gently counted a few of the ribs protruding. He was always warm. She was always so cold.

"Ashley." Andrew said. She wasn't sure if his tone was warning.

"Tell me more about the book." She pressed

"Theyre... there locked up for a really long time... the sister wants to be a dancer... a ballerina." Andrew said

"I could be a ballet dancer." Ashley said

"If you think for one goddamn second Id, let you prance around a stage like a fucking whore, you have another goddamn thing coming." Andrew said harshly. He grabbed her hand and shoved it towards her. Ashley pouted.

"Why the fuck are you like this? Why can't you support my dreams!" Ashley pouted

"Because your dreams usually involve you being a fucking stupid, spoiled slut." Andrew hissed

"Do not!" Ashley retorted

"Oh, okay, so that totally legit massage parlor," Andrew scoffed

"OH, so I wanna be a working independent woman and you want me to not have a job and be stuck at home? You sexist asshole!" Ashley yelled

"Me not wanting you to be a whore makes me sexist?!," Andrew

"FUCK YOU!" Ashley yelled. She threw something at him. He narrowly missed.

"You fucking stupid bitch!!!" Andrew yelled

"You're a stupid bitch!" She yelled at Andrew. She threw the covers back and walked out of the room.

"Ashley! Don't you fucking walk away from me!" He yelled

"I CAN DO WHATEVER THE FUCK I WANT ANDY!" she yelled

Andrew shoved her against the door. "Let go of me, you fucking psychopath!" Ashley yelled. "Stop throwing a goddamn tantrum!" He yelled, "PISS OFF ANDY!" She smacked him hard.

That did it.

His hands closed around her throat. Ashley was scared, but she slapped at his hands and face.

She grabbed a fistful of his hair as his hands choked harder around her neck.

Andrew choked harder. Her leftover mascara was dripping around her eyes from the tears. Her cheeks were almost as pink as her eyes. She was slapping at him, fighting for air. She looked beautiful.

Andrew pressed his hard on against her thigh.

He held her steady and leaned in.

The kiss was intense.

Forbidden. She was forbidden fruit.

"What the fuck does it matter to me? We'll die here. She is mine. Mine. If we were going to die, why the fuck Can't I have what's mine?" Andrew let go of her throat, only to pull her legs around his waist.

"Andrew..." Ashley said "Hush." He replied. His hands found her breasts and squeezed. She cried out and tried to push him away. He lifted her up and pushed her back to the bedroom without a second thought. He locked the door behind them as if to lock out God and everyone else.

He pulled off his shirt and sweater. He was a bit bashful. If only she could have seen him when he ran track. When he was lean and muscular instead of weak and starving.

He pulled off his belt and pants and pushed her legs apart "Andrew.." Ashley whispered he could hear it in her tone. "Ssh." He murmured, kissing her lips again. The room was dim and only a small light from a lamp was lighting the room.

"Im...im scared." She admitted as he climbed on top of her. "Don't be scared. I'm with you. Ill protect you." He said. He ran his fingers through her hair. "Protect her? From yourself, asshole?" Andrew thought his hands traveled down to her infernal shorts and yanked them off.

"I feel sick." She whimpered

"Don't think about it." His hands pulled off her shirt. He kissed her again, lightly at first and then rough with need. He pulled off her bra and exposed her breasts to the air. He took a nipple into his mouth, he rolled his tongue around it. "Remember Ashley? Remember how you used to let me do this so I could sleep?" Andrew whispered. He bit down hard and continued sucking on her breast.

He kissed down her stomach. It was flat, unfortunately, because of her months of starving. He kissed her stomach and down to her belly button. "Are you okay?" He asked. She nodded.

He pulled down his boxers to get some relief. His cock was hard. The head leaking pre-cum.

"Okay.. I'm gonna..." he stopped as he gulped. "I'm gonna get ready to penetrate you." He whispered.

He pushed her legs apart. He could smell her arousal. He leaned down and lapped at her cunt. He kissed her clit and licked circles around it. Ashley hissed and groaned as she felt his warm, wet tongue inside of her. He lapped harder, chasing her pleasure despite the stiffness growing in his neck. He used his fingers to feel and continued the cunnilingus until he felt it aroused her.

He mounted her again. Her skin felt so nice against his. He groped her breasts to feel their warmth. "Lets make love Ashley?" He murmured. She was on her back and he gently kissed her as pushed inside.

He pushed inside. He wanted to be gentle. He'd only did this once or twice with Julia and she cried like a little bitch while he did it. He enjoyed it once. Once when he forced her to put her hair up in a ponytail and shoved her head into the pillow. He enjoyed it for two minutes before she started crying about how "god was watching"

"A-ah! Ow you son of a bitch!" Ashley screamed, bringing him back to reality "Hush." Andrew commanded. He sucked in a breath. She was so fucking tight. He took it slow though. He kissed her long and romantic. He needed her to be aroused. It had to feel good for her.

He rolled her over and pushed her into the pillows. "IT FUCKING HURTS!" she yelled. Andrew began to slowly pull out. He didn't do it fast enough for Leyley. She socked him in the face.

Andrew doubled back and wiped the blood from his lip. He was angry.

He shoved her down on the bed. His notions of lovemaking were gone.

"If you wanna be fucked like a whore Leyley, all you had to do was fucking tell me!" He yelled. He pulled her by her hair and pushed her into a crawling position. Her face was pressed into the bedsheets and her ass was high in the air for Andrew to do as he pleased.

"You wanna be bred? You want me to fucking breed your tight fucking cunt?" Andrew hissed Ashley struggled under him. "I fucking had plans! I wanted this to be romantic!" He yelled, increasingly speeding up his thrusts as he half pushed her into the pillows. "You had to be a fucking BRAT Leyley." Andrew screamed.

He thrusted harder.

"Cum Ashley." He commanded. His hand wandered to her clit where he could rub rough circles around it. "I'm not going to," Ashley hissed. "I didnt fucking ask Leyley. I TOLD Ashley." Andrew said as he grabbed her hands and held them behind her back so he could thrust harder. Ashley cried out.

"Fucking slut!" He groaned, slapping her ass hard. He bit her neck and pushed her onto her stomach so he could thrust easier from behind. His hands found her breasts and squeezed her nipples as hard as he could. Andrew thrusted harder.

Ashley cried out, as if it was pain or pleasure Andrew couldn't tell. She was gripping the sheets and crying out with every thrust. Andrew was getting close.

Andrew leaned over. "Ashley..." he said in a soft voice.

"Come on Beloved..." Andrew whispered. "You're squeezing me so goddamn tight.." Andrew murmured into her neck. He sucked on the soft skin. "I know it feels good. If it didnt you wouldn't be squeezing me the way you are," Andrew whispered.

He rolled her over on her back and pulled her legs around his waist

Ashley was pushing her hips away and squinting her eyes so tight. "Aaashley." Andrew whispered into her ear as he licked it softly. "How can I help?" Andrew whispered softly "Kiss me more." She murmured. He kissed her lips harder. He coaxed her gently, his mouth licking her lips and pushing his tongue inside. He thrusted slower, focusing on deeper, meaningful thrusts.

"I'm close..." she whined "Dont... don't hold back, okay?" He whispered as she leaned in for another kiss. He moaned in gratitude.

Ashley groaned and pressed her hips against his. "Don't fight it Ashley... Don't fight me." He said. Andrew rubbed circles around her clit, slow and loving circles as he took her breast into his mouth.

She screamed and started sobbing. Andrew took a sharp breath in as she tightened around him. "Are you coming? Fuck! Oh, fuck you re coming!!!" He moaned as she tightened around his hard cock.

Andrew doubled down his efforts. His hips pushed into hers over and over again. "Gonna FUCK gonna FUCKING HELL ASHLEY!" He threw his head back and squeezed his hands around her throat. She threw her head back, the ecstasy in her eyes visible as Andrew fucked her into submission.

He kissed her hard, her moans fighting for air as he fucked into her and filled her womb with his seed.

He shuddered as he came down from his high and pulled her next to him. "Are you alright?" He murmured she nodded, her brain filled with cotton. "Sleep then." Andrew murmured "I don't wanna sleep if you're gonna leave..." She whispered "I won't leave. Sleep." Andrew whispered and sleep they did.

 

-End of chapter-

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Chapter 6: Chapter 5
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text
~The future~

“Pick up your sister after school. Your mom's session is running late. -Dad”

Adrian Graves groaned.

“Can’t she take the bus? She’s old enough! Bloody Hell! She’s in middle school!” Adrian furiously texted back

“No Backtalk. We agreed. Car Privileges if you picked up your sister after school and dropped her off. If you leave Astrid there or “forget,” you’ll be the one riding the bus. – Dad”

Adrian almost threw his phone on the ground.

“Now, before I forget, your family tree projects are due at the end of the week. I expect everyone to have a rough draft by Wednesday. That gives us two whole days to make one, another two to edit it, and we can present on Monday. Any questions?” The Professor said

A kid raised his hand.

“Yes?” The professor said.

“My dad was in Kinship Care; they say his Mum died early on. What should I put for her?” A student asked

“If your father allows it, you can put the name of your kinship grandparents. If not, writing Mother will suffice.” The professor said.

Ugh, great, another stupid ass assignment. Nobody fucking cared about this stupid ass assignment. What the fuck would Adrian benefit from learning about his family background?.

“Should we use poster board?” a kid excitedly asked.

“Kiss ass,” Adrian said

“Language, Mr. Graves!” The professor said

Shit, he’d said it out loud.

“English.” He responded cheekily.

Just then, the bell rang.

“Mr. Graves! A word.” The professor called after him.

Adrian grabbed his backpack and walked away.

Whatever, he wasn’t afraid of a half-wit professor anyway.

Adrian walked to his locker and put his books away. He grabbed his Honors Chemistry book for his homework. He looked at the time. Yeah, he had time for a smoke.

Adrian unbuttoned his blazer and took off the tie. He hung the tie in his locker. He pulled on a “My Chemical Romance” T-shirt and walked to the bathroom to change his pants to a regular pair of jeans. He stuffed the uniform in his backpack and checked on his messy black hair.

He looked into the Mirror; the same icy, cold blue eyes stared back at him.

“Um, Adrian…” A voice called. Adrian turned around. “Um, you dropped this.” She said, handing him a small paperback book.

“Oh, uh, thanks….” He said, “taking it.

“Is that Phantom of The Opera by Gaston Leroux?” The girl asked.

“Yeah uh… Yeah, it is.” Adrian said

“Oh, he’s wonderful, my parents took me to see the play when I was in middle school, I was so happy.” She spoke.

“Yeah, um… My favorite part is when he kills Joseph and throws his dead body in front of all the Ballerina girls, and they freak out.” Adrian said

“Oh yeah… Mine is when Madame Giri talks about how she found him and brought him to the Opera house.” The girl said

“Yeah, well… My dad’s promised that if I get into Honors classes next year, he’ll take me to see it. I might have to bring my dumbass sister, but it’ll be better than nothing.” Adrian shrugged.

“Have you seen the Sequel?” she asked.

“Yeah. Fucking awful. The Phantom was so fucking out of character; the music was stupid af. They turned Raoul into an asshole because they were mad Christine didn’t love the Phantom. It’s like they didn’t even care about the source material.” Adrian said bluntly.

“I… I liked ‘The Phantom of Manhattan.’ It didn’t make Raoul into a bad guy, it just said he was infertile…. He was still a nice guy…. Um… It was revealed that Christine and Raoul’s son was actually Eric's son.” The girl said

“You know Christine is like Terrified of him in the book, right? Like I haven’t finished, but I’m 90% sure he’s going to rape her.” Adrian said bluntly.

Adrian’s phone rang.

“Yeah?” He said, answering it.

“You’re late, Astrid’s teacher called me. I told her you were on your way. Hurry up.” Adrian’s father said.

“Yeah, yeah, Dad, I’ll be right there…” Adrian said.

“Good. I love you. I’ll see you at home.” His father said.

“Yeah, Dad, I know… you’re being so embarrassing.” Adrian groaned

“Say it back.” His father commanded

“Okay, love you! Bye!” Adrian yelled, hanging up.

God, he was red from anger and blushing.

The girl began to laugh a bit.

“I gotta go.” He said, slinging his backpack over his shoulder.

“Do you have any other good books?” The girl asked

“Um… Try "Notre-Dame de Paris" by Victor Hugo. It’s pretty good. France is cool, I hope I can get into Honors French because if I do, there’s a trip to France at the end of the semester, and you can go if you have at least proficiency in the class.” Adrian admitted.

“Oh, maybe we can talk about it.” The girl said

“Yeah, maybe. I’ve got to go. Bye.” Adrian said.

He walked out to the parking lot and into his car.

Two things were on his mind: one, he absolutely did not have time for smoking, and two, He didn’t get the name of that cute girl. Ah whatever.

Adrian pulled up to the middle school and honked his horn. “Adddrriannnnnn!” Astrid whined. “Hurry the fuck up!” He said as she threw her bag into the back. “Why are you telling me to hurry up when YOU were the one who was late?” She said accusingly

“Shut up, Astrid. You’re lucky as fuck I’m here. When I was your age, I was riding the bus alone.” Adrian said, “It’s different, you’re a boy! People are weird on the bus.” Astrid said. “Wah wah wah,” Adrian said as he drove. “Shut up, you HAD to be here. If you weren’t here, Mom and Dad would take your car privileges away!” Astrid said, sticking out her tongue. “I’ll leave your ass to walk next time then.” Adrian threatened. Astrid sulked.

“How come you aren’t cool? Why don’t you ever sneak off and go to parties?” Astrid said, “Because they’re stupid as fuck.” Adrian said. “You’re just mad you never get invited. I got invited.” Astrid said, “Oh, praise the lord and Hallelujah. Astrid got invited to Chuckie fucking Cheese.” Andrew said, “No, it’s a real party, see!” Astrid shoved her phone in his face. Her Chatsnap invitation was flashing “PARTY AT MY PLACE!!!” in big, annoying letters. “It’s a high school party!” She said excitedly

“You’re not going.” Adrian said, “Yes, I am! I’m fifteen! In three more years, I’ll be an adult!” She said, “You’re not going. I’m telling Mom and Dad you better not even think of asking!” Adrian said. Adrian was fucking annoyed. Did his sister have any idea what went on at those kinds of parties? Last year, a girl in Adrian’s class had been drugged and assaulted. Those types of parties could be Hella dangerous. Especially with some pea-brained naive girl like Astrid. “Am too.” She pouted. Adrian let it go. He would tell his parents about it. They would make sure she didn’t go. It was their job anyway. Then he’d find the piece of shit that invited his sister and fucking show him why his sister was off limits.

Adrian pulled up to the modest two-floor house. He used his key to unlock the door and hung his uniform in the laundry room. “Go change.” He said to Astrid as she ran upstairs to her own bedroom. Adrian turned on the washer and threw his tie and his pants in there along with Astrid’s. He took the pins off their school blazers and threw them in the washer. Their shirts were white, so they must be done separately.

Adrian opened the door to the fridge. There was a small assortment of crackers, cheese, and apples with celery on a plate.

A small note was attached.

“Here’s your after-school snack, do your homework first, please, love Mum.”

“Astrid! Get fucking down here and do your homework, you little fucking shit!” Adrian yelled, “I don’t have homework!” She yelled, “You’re a fucking liar, come do it right now!” Adrian said Astrid huffed and threw her book down on the table.

“I don’t know why the fuck you’re complaining, it’s a goddamn essay on ‘Great Expectations.’ That’s easy as fuck.” Adrian said getting a glass from the cabinet. He poured his sister a glass of orange juice and set the plate where they could both reach it. Then he began his Honors Chemistry homework. It fucking sucked.

“Adrian… How did we get here?” Astrid asked, “Hm?” He said, “Like, tell me the story of how we lived in the house.” Astrid asked, “Tell me the story of how we started living in the house.” Adrian corrected her. Astrid huffed. “Do your homework, I’ll tell you,” Adrian said, grateful for a bit of distraction.

“Okay, so you know how Dad works at the university, and Mom has her fortune-telling business? You think they’d never have met, like they’d never have even looked at each other that way, Dad was all fact and Mom… Mom was all dreamy and all the written in the stars bullshit.” Adrian said. Astrid nodded. “But they met, Mom got pregnant, and she had me. They were living in a crappy apartment, Dad said it was like a coffin, remember? Then dad got a promotion, and they moved us ALLLLLLLLLLLL the way over here.” Adrian said, “Yeah, and I was in Mom’s belly.” Astrid said, “Yes, Mom was pregnant with you. We moved into this big, nice house with a yard, and we’ve been living here ever since.” Adrian said Astrid smiled. She liked the story. Adrian knew she did.

Adrian’s mother, Ashley, walked through the door. “Hi, babies.” She smiled, “Hi, Mom.” They said, “How was fortune-telling?” Adrian asked, “Oooh, did you see any ghosts? Did you tell anybody they were gonna die??” Astrid asked, “Hush, Astrid, no. Today at the shop was a bit quiet. I did sell some Candles, and I did a few Tarot card readings.” Ashley said. She pulled a few things out of the fridge and began to prepare dinner. “Did you get any tourists?” Adrian asked, “A few people, yeah.” Ashley said

Tourists. Adrian supposed they were what kept his mom’s shop open.

For as long as he could remember, his mother, Ashley, read fortunes. If Adrian could strain his memory to the earliest years, he could remember sitting on a blanket with his mom while she read palms for a few quid. According to their father, she had always been gifted with the occult, and her predictions were very credible.

Adrian never knew whether to suspect that she was fraudulent or if she actually meant her predictions, but whenever he doubted her, something always showed up to make him believe in her. Still, just in case he always did what she said, he wore a raincoat on a notoriously sunny, hot day, only for it to be pouring by the time he got out of school. Pack two lunches for no real reason, only to need a new one because one would get smashed while he got shoved.

“What’s for supper?” Astrid asked, “The neighbor! Ooohhhh, we’re gonna eat the neighbor!” Ashley giggled, “Mama stopppp We’re not gonna eat the neighbor!” Astrid said, “Just kidding, how about hmmmm…. Chops and Gravy? Smashed potatoes with none of the green stuff? Carrots and broccoli to make daddy happy?” Ashley joked with her daughter.

Astrid nodded and washed her hands to help her mother with supper. While Adrian was still finishing his homework, as he finished the last problem, he heard the door open. “Hey there, my girls!” Andrew said as he put his bag down.

“Daddy!” Astrid yelled as she hugged him.

“Hey, there’s my little star,” Andrew said, picking up his daughter. “Just in time, babe,” Ashley said, kissing his cheek. He kissed her lips, and the two siblings gagged simultaneously. “You wanna check her homework?” Ashley asked. “Yeah, Lemmie…Get out of this monkey suit,” Andrew said. He drank a glass of water before going upstairs. He came back down in a pair of jeans with a comfortable button-down shirt.

Adrian double checked his own homework as his father checked the grammar and consistency of his baby sister’s homework. “Okay, I’m gonna need you to reword this paragraph in the body of your essay, sweetie, you’re contradicting the essay, and it's not a good look for it.” Andrew said, “But Dad, what if I changed my mind?” Astrid said, annoyed. “So, if you changed your mind, it would be good to add a paragraph on why in the middle. If you say you think Estella is a raging bitch in the preface paragraph, but you wanna change your mind, you have to add that *here*” Andrew said, pointing to a spot in the middle of two paragraphs. “So, you can start that one with, I thought Estella was a raging bitch until chapter four or some shit like that.” Adrian said, “Ahem.” Ashley reminded him. “Oh, I mean, ‘My Opinion on the secondary protagonist Estella changed during a point in chapter four when I realized our heroine was perhaps not as cold-hearted as she seemed,” Andrew said, immediately switching to a tone he normally used at work. “My opinion on the…” Astrid stuck her tongue out, and Ashley “AHEMED” Again. “Use your own words, sweetie…” Andrew reminded her.

When the rest of the essay was written to a standard of literary proficiency of a middle school child. Adrian’s mother began to serve dinner. Ashley poured a glass of chilled wine for her husband, and the family began to eat. Adrian’s mind wandered, girls, sex, what the fuck was his chemistry teacher smoking, giving them homework every night….

Andrew’s voice broke the silence.

“I got a call from your Professor Today, Adrian,” Andrew said as he cut his food. “Oooohhhh….” Astrid said. Ashley silenced her with a glare. “He said you disrespected him, ignored him when he called you. He said you called another student a disrespectful name.” Andrew said. “Dad…” Adrian began. “What do you have to say for yourself?” Andrew asked. “I….” Adrian said, “What did he call him?” Ashley asked, “The teacher said he called him a kiss ass.” Andrew replied. “Adrian Graves!” Ashley said, “Well, it was true! The little kiss ass was asking if we had to use poster board and make a shitty ass family tree! It was way more work than we actually had to do!” Adrian groaned, “Adrian, I don’t like that language at the Table!” Andrew said, “Dad comes on! It’s high school! It's not like some stupid elementary school project!” Adrian said, “It doesn’t matter, Adrian. You’re going to put your all into this. You’re going to march up to the attic after dinner and find photos of our family, you’re going to make this a wonderful project and presentation. Tomorrow you’re going to apologize to your professor.” Andrew said. His tone was no-nonsense. Adrian sighed.

“There's a box of photos in the attic.” His mother said he tried to be helpful.

“What are your parents' names?” Adrian asked

“When we were young, it was very disrespectful to call our parents anything other than Mother or Father,” Andrew said. Ashley poured him a second glass of wine.

“Well, I need it for the report,” Adrian replied

“We’ll get to that, for now. You're going to do that report. You're going to do your absolute best, and you're going to apologize to your professor first thing tomorrow!" Andrew said

“Dad, this is ridiculous! How am I going to do the report? All I know about you and Mom is that she got pregnant and we got this house! How did you two even meet?” Adrian asked.

“Ask again respectfully,” Andrew said. His tone was no-nonsense.

“How did you two meet? Adrian rephrased

“Our parents knew each other,” Ashley said quickly,

Adrian sighed. “This is bullshit,” Adrian complained quietly.

Not quiet enough, they had heard him.

“Pull a stunt like that again, and you’ll be grounded,” Andrew said

The rest of the dinner was eaten in silence.

Adrian walked up to the dusty attic. He wondered why the fuck they even had photo albums when everybody posted everything online. Adrian looked around for a simple blue box. He looked around, his eyes found the box his mother described, just as he was about to walk forward to get it, he bumped his head into one of the attic’s support beams.

He groaned but looked at the ground as he noticed something had fallen out of it.

It was a dusty old journal. One of the older style ones that could fit in your pocket. It even had a magnetic buckle. He dusted it off so he could read the small inscription written on the front. “The book of Andrew.” He read silently. “Andrew? Like my dad, Andrew?” He murmured

“My name is Andrew Graves; This Quarantine is driving me insane.”

"They're claiming there's a pandemic with parasites in the water. But my sister and I are well."

"Odd, there hasn’t been a pandemic or a quarantine mentioning parasites in the water. Wait, Dad has a sister? Maybe the quarantine killed her.” Adrian thought. He looked at the dusty book again. Could this journal belong to his Father?

“We made love for the first time, she cried. I thought it was beautiful, Poetic. I hope I wasn’t too rough.”

“Ew.” Adrian thought as he turned to the next entry.

~She’s acting strangely, refusing meals, so weird, we got a little bit of food. I think… no. ~

Jeez, whoever this guy was, Adrian, was feeling a little bad for them. The pages were stuck out of order.

“I think I’m in love. No, this is wrong.”

~ “We’ve been in here months, and she’s never been this ill. I’m so fucking worried.” ~

~My love, I am ecstatic. ~

Adrian looked at the two entries. He wondered if this was about his father experimenting with drugs.

She slept a lot today. When she awoke, she was ravenous. I gave her all my portions.

“Definitely Pot.” Adrian thought as he turned to a different page.

They were all jumbled out of order, but Adrian used the dates to somehow put together a few entries.

Something is wrong.

We need more food. I don’t mind starving. She needs it more.

I found her on the bathroom floor. She’s feverish, pale. If she doesn’t eat, she’ll die. I must do something.

~Window East Airplane Tango Earth Telephone Hospital Equator North Eleven Indigo Geode Harbor Boston Oregon Railroad~

I fed her more. I didn’t tell her what it was. She’s lucid. She thinks they brought us more food. She thinks her mother has returned. Oh, what a fantasy. Her color is improved, but she’s still pale; she’s losing a lot of blood. I helped her shower and changed the sheets before I ate my portion. I need to be strong. I must be strong for both of us now.

~ We must leave. ~

“This must have been a pretty bad trip.” Adrian thought. He went to turn to the next page to organize them into another pile, but stopped as he heard his mother.

“Adrian! Bedtime!” His mother called, “Coming!” He said He slipped the journal back into its hiding space and pulled the photo book down with him. He had a feeling he shouldn’t ask his dad about it until he finished its contents.

Adrian began to walk to his bedroom. He stopped as he heard whispering at his parents’ door.

“I just don’t know what to do, Ash! I promise I’m not trying to be some fucking ‘FATHER WILL HEAR ABOUT THIS!’ old ass broody man! Adrian is so smart! He’s way fucking smarter than me, but he needs to goddamn apply himself! I’m trying, Ash. I’m trying so hard, we spend so much on that Private school that they go to! I made sure they had good teachers there! I didn’t want the kids to be bullied like you were at our shitty goddamn public school.” Andrew said. “Beloved, calm down. Adrian is just being a little teenage shit. Remember when we used to mouth off to people?” Ashley said, sitting down next to her husband.

“Do you think we’re doing better? Ashley, what the fuck are we supposed to write for the stupid ass family tree assignment?” Andrew said, “Beats me! You were quick to point out that our parents knew each other bullshit. I don’t know how to tell him.” Ashley said, “Tell him? Tell him what? We cannot tell him. He… he wouldn’t understand.” Andrew said. “The World doesn’t… We’re legally dead… We’ve done so much… Andrew, I’m more worried… What if… What if the Entity decided he wanted Adrian?” Ashley said

Just then, there was a small crash. Astrid was crying.

“Fuck…” Andrew opened the door, and Adrian was standing in the hallway.

“Were you eavesdropping?” Andrew accused

“I was… I… I… Astrid’s crying.” Adrian said.

“We’ll talk about this later. Bed. Now.” Andrew said

“Andrew! We must go to the hospital! Ashley said

The two ran outside to see Astrid lying on the ground in a party dress. Her arm was twisted in a weird, grotesque way.

“Did you fucking try sneaking out of the window! You stupid little shit!” Adrian said

“Don’t talk to your sister like that.” Andrew snapped at his son.

He ran towards Ashley. “Is it broken?” He asked Ashley, “I think so.” She murmured. She pressed gently on Astrid’s arm, and she screamed. “Daddy. Daddy, I’m scared.” Astrid said, “Hush, baby, Hush…. It’s okay, my little star…” Andrew said, picking her up.

“Adrian, we’re going to the hospital. Don’t stay up too late and make sure to lock the doors before you go to sleep.” Andrew said. “Dad, are you sure?” Adrian asked, “You can come with us if you want, sweetie, but we’re just afraid it’ll be a long wait, and you have school tomorrow.” Ashley said, “No its better he stays here.” Andrew retorted, “I’ll text Brendan and tell him you’re alone. He lives down the street if you have an emergency. Get to bed on time. I'll come check on you when we get back.” Andrew said, loading Astrid into the car.

Ashley ran back inside for her purse and a blanket for her daughter.

Adrian could only watch as they drove away into the darkness.

~End of chapter. ~

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Chapter 7: Chapter 6
Notes:
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Chapter Text
TW: Author's note mentions unaliving.

Heyyy Guys! This chapter is especially dedicated to the Wonderful Anon on Tumblr who told me to kill myself. Bcux of this fanfic! Thanks for the support, fam!

Have a magical dayyyyyyyyy!

TW: DISCUSSION OF RAPE AND QUESTIONING

(But no actual SA)

-Part 6-

~The past~

It was only an afterthought when Andrew realized they didn't use protection.

He wasn't worried, though; it was likely that Ashley's menstrual cycles had stopped completely as a result of their starvation.

He lay beside her as she slept.

He wondered if they would die like this. There were days when they were so weak they didn't leave bed.

It was getting colder; they were getting hungrier. The sores inside of Andrew’s mouth grew.

At least, they had each other. If they died in the apartment curled together, at least they had each other.

Andrew's stomach grumbled.

He clutched Ashley closer and kissed her forehead while she slept.

If only he could produce food.

He was the man; it was his job,

He shut his eyes.

If the quarantine had never happened, would they be in the situation they are in now?

Andrew tried to imagine his life,

He’d move out, into his own apartment in a new city. He’d get settled first,

A job, insurance, a nice bed.

Then he’d send for Ashley.

He could see her, sitting alone at the train station. As he came by, he’d embrace her.

He’d take her to his apartment,

It would be dingy and rainy, but she would love it.

She’d add her womanly touch, and the place would be so warm and inviting.

They’d never speak to Renee or Douglas ever again.

He would show her around the city; he’d show her around the underground, and where his job was in case she got lost.

He would encourage her to go to college; she’d get a degree in something or another...

Even if she didn’t, he would take care of her.

They’d fall in love,

It would be perfect; nobody would know they were siblings.

Mornings would be spent in each other’s arms, making love, eating pastries from a French bakery nearby… She’d introduce herself as Ashley Graves, which wouldn’t be a lie, a wedding ring around her finger, a ceremony led by a half blind priest who wouldn’t check their IDS twice.

He’d have her get a hysterectomy or something; there would be no babies.

He was sure they’d make awful parents.

He hoped he would get a good job so they could travel to Paris, Japan, Germany, all the places he’d read about while being stuck in quarantine.

They’d grow old together, enjoy life and retirement before dying on the same day.

Andrew held Ashley closer.

Sleeping would be nice.

Suddenly, something hit the window.

Andrew put on his pants and walked towards the balcony. He opened the door. Down below were a few handfuls of protesters with signs.

"THIS IS INHUMANE. THESE PEOPLE ARE IN PAIN!" A few people were chanting.

They were throwing packages onto the balconies. Andrew ripped one open it was full of food. "HEY! HEY ANOTHER ONE! ANOTHER ONE I'VE GOT A SISTER!" He yelled

"WHAT DO WE WANT?" someone with a mega horn was yelling, "FREEDOM FOR OUR SICK! THESE WARDENS ARE ALL DICKS!" The small crowd of protesters were yelling.

"YOU'RE STARVING THEM ALIVE! SO INSTEAD, WE WILL PROVIDE!" The group yelled, and they began launching boxes of food towards the balconies. Andrew grabbed a second one.

"Now, now, I think you're all mistaken! Our quarantined residents are very happy here! The warden yelled from the front of the building.

"LIAR!" Somebody else shouted

"MY COUSIN HAS BEEN LOCKED UP IN 302 WE HAVEN'T HEARD FROM HER IN MONTHS!" A protester yelled.

"I'm sure she's dead- I mean, fine!" The warden yelled.

Andrew looked down. The police were there. They were in Riot gear.

"Isn’t this a peaceful protest? Why are the police here?" Another person yelled, "wow its against the law to feed starving people?" Somebody added. “HEY, IT’S THE SAME ASSHOLES THAT SHOWED UP TO OUR FREE FOOD BANK!” Someone else yelled.

"I DONT SEE NO RIOT HERE WHY ARE YOU IN RIOT GEAR?" The crowd began to chant. Andrew watched as they began to scream and fight against the crowd of police.

"Yeah, this is getting ugly." Andrew thought. Andrew grabbed his two boxes of food and came inside. "Ashley! Ashley!" He yelled

"GO AWAY!" She screamed. "Ashley! Come on!" Andrew groaned, "You're a thief! A goddamn no good thief!' She sobbed, "Oh my god Ashley, quit your bitching! We have food! Food!" Andrew yelled

"YOU RAPED ME! YOU HORMONAL PIECE OF SHIT!" Ashley screamed

It was as if Andrew had been doused in freezing water.

"Ashley!" He gripped her shoulders and looked straight into her eyes.

She tried to push him away and thrashed in his arms.

"Fucking look at me! I did not rape you!" He yelled, "You did too! How am I supposed to get married now? You ruined me!" She screamed

"YOU NEVER CARED ABOUT GETTING MARRIED, CUT THE BULLSHIT!" Andrew yelled.

“Me. You’ll never marry anybody but me.” He thought

Andrew sighed and ripped open one of the boxes. Instant Pho was the first thing he saw. He poured the soup into a pan and began to heat it up.

“Did I rape her? Did I actually do it?” He whispered to himself as he prepared the food.

Andrew stirred the beef pho. He didn’t give a shit.

It was bound to happen. He’d raised Ashley, He’d cleaned her bedsheets after accidents, He’d made her dinner every night, he washed her hair in the shower and did her laundry, he helped her with her homework, and brushed her hair.

The nerve of Renee to give him Ashley and then act like he couldn’t have her.

Everything he’d done was out of love.

This was the same.

Andrew breathed out.

“Ashley. Eat.” He demanded.

“I DON’T WANT TO EAT WITH YOU!” She yelled

“Leyley…” He warned

Ashley took a step back.

“I didn’t fucking ask Leyley if she wanted dinner. I told Ashley to eat.” He said, looming over his sister.

He gripped her arm hard and pushed her towards the table.

Truth be told, Pho wasn’t Andrew’s absolute favorite.

He’d eaten it a few times in college to save money, but he had to develop a taste for the rice noodles that tasted like paper, and he almost always ended up getting a cookie from the bakery next door after eating a bowl to get the taste out of his mouth.

He shoved her down on the seat, and she began to eat the miserable meal.

He drank the broth; it was decent for being instant soup.

“Ashley?” He asked

She refused to answer him.

“When we leave, we can get married if you want…. I can find a way to do it…” He said

Sure. He heard marriage laws in Scotland were rather weak. He was sure he could bribe somebody to ignore their IDS with matching last names.

He’d heard of people getting on the ferry and coming back married at sixteen.

“I don’t want to.” She pouted.

How cute.

It's fine. She didn’t have to right away.

She would learn.

Andrew slammed his fork down.

"Just because you regretted it doesn’t make it rape, Ashley," Andrew said.

Ashley was silent. "You shouldn't. You shouldn't regret it! Sex is natural." Andrew said. "You used me like a fucking whore." She sobbed. "I DIDN'T USE YOU!" He yelled.

"We're siblings, Andrew... it's not natural..." Ashley whispered.

"It's not like this has never happened before. I read this history book about London in the East End. It was awful, Ashley. People were left to die or rot away in workhouses. Anyway, there was this story about a boy who remembered he had a sister, and he saved every penny to free her from the workhouse. They stayed together until he died, and she killed herself to be with him." Andrew said *

"It's still...it's still wrong," Ashley said

"How is love wrong? " Andrew pressed.

He pulled her towards him and kissed her gently.

"Does this feel wrong?" He asked. She shook her head.

He tried again, his tongue pressing against hers

"It doesn’t matter anymore.”

“Let’s try Ashley… Let's try again.” Andrew murmured.

He kissed her tears away.

She was angry and frustrated. The tears were from her emotions overwhelming her, not actual sadness. Andrew knew the difference between the two.

“I can't do it, Andrew.” She whispered

“Why? Come on, Ashley.” Andrew kissed her neck. She was so sensitive there. He kissed the bite marks he’d left on her neck.

“You hate Leyley! Andrew, you hate Leyley!” She sobbed

“I love Ashley…I love you.” Andrew whispered gently.

“It's not fair, I love you, I love Andrew, and Andy.” Ashley sobbed.

Andrew pushed her towards the couch.

“Why can't you love Leyley? Leyley is my worst. I'm the fucking worst.” Ashley sobbed.

“Ashley…” Andrew started

“Can you love me, Andrew? Can you REALLY? Or am I just a cocksleeve until you get out and you can run back to your precious Julia!” Ashley sobbed.

Andrew tried to kiss away her tears.

“You probably didn’t even really break up with her! YOU’RE GONNA LEAVE ME! YOU’RE GONNA LEAVE ME ALONE!” Ashley screamed

He pulled her against his chest so she was spooning into his warmth.

He held her as she sobbed into his chest.

“Let me show you how much I love you…” He whispered

Andrew kissed her gently, his tongue trailing over her lips.

Andrew kissed her lazily, his tongue dragging across her lips to stimulate her.

Ashley whimpered as Andrew squeezed her breasts.

He gently pulled off their clothes, and soft and loving kisses littered Ashley's body.

Hickies covering her breasts and stomach like port wine stains.

Andrew gently kissed her nipples and sucked on one.

Ashley pushed him away

“Do you want me to stop?” He asked

“No, I just…. I want to be on top this time.” Ashley murmurly.

“Are you…. Are you wet enough?” He asked

“I think so.” She replied

“ I can do more foreplay….” He said

Ashley kissed him gently.

Andrew lay back on the couch as she shimmed his pants off.

His cock was hard, precum gathering at the tip and gushing out like the wetness between Ashley’s thighs.

She gasped as she settled onto it. It stretched her wonderfully, and she felt so full and happy.

Ashley began to bounce quickly. She held her hand on the couch, and Andrew groaned as he pressed his hips into her.

Ashley continued bouncing up and down on his cock using the couch as leverage, while he pistoned into her.

This would do, she wasn’t very comfortable yet, but this position was surely making Andrew happy.

“Stop…Stop…” he murmured

“What's wrong?” She asked

“Roll over.” He said

She did as she was told and groaned as Andrew pushed her into a crawling position.

He gripped her ponytail and began to mercilessly thrust into her warm, wet cunt.

Ashley screamed in pleasure. This was it.

“Oh… Oh fuck oh fuck Oh fuck!!!!!!” She moaned as Andrew fucked her into the couch.

“You like it, Ashley? You fucking tight little whore look at you!” Andrew groaned as he thrusted harder into her.

“Yes! Yes! Yes Daddy!” She moaned and then slapped a hand over her mouth as the words left her.

“Pff, Daddy? And here I thought you were big brother’s girl.” Andrew half laughed.

“Stop it, asshole!” Ashley screamed at Andrew’s teasing.

“No baby, not until you cum for *Daddy*.” Andrew teased relentlessly.

He started his thrusts again, shallow to get her attention and then hard and deep once she began to meet his thrusts halfway.

“Andrew! Andrew!” Ashley cried out

“Daddy or nothing, you little fucking slut.” Andrew hissed into her ear.

“Nothing!” She cried out and laughed at her own joke

“You little brat!” Andrew smacked her ass hard.

“Oh!” She cried

“Oh, you like getting spanked, you little cum slut?” Andrew pressed

“Fuck don’t talk to me like that,” Ashley whispered

Andrew rolled them over so she was on his back and her legs were wrapped around him as he thrusted harder.

“Why not? Daddy wants his pound of flesh.” Andrew hissed as he pinched her nipples hard.

“No don’t stop don’t stop don’t stop dontstopppppp!” Ashley screamed as her fingers ripped ribbons down her lover’s back.

“Shit… Hey, are you alright Ash?” Andrew asked

“No… I think… I think I came. No, I didn’t, but I was really close.” She whispered.

Andrew kissed her sweaty brow.

“Do you want me to stop, beloved?” He asked

Ashley shook her head…

Andrew nodded as he continued his thrusts, Ashley under him, moaning and crying out in approval.

His hand reached between their bodies and began to rub Ashley’s hidden clit in time with his thrusts.

The soft kisses he was giving her turned hard and full of passion as he thrusted harder into her. Ashley cried and moaned into his mouth.

He groaned as she began to pulse and scream inside his mouth. He held her down, and he fucked her through her orgasm.

He picked up her legs and picked up the pace, chasing his own pleasure.

“Say it come on baby say it….” Andrew whispere,d thrusting harder and harder again.

“Daddy….” Ashley cooed

“Again.” He demanded he was so close so fucking close close close…

“Come inside me, Daddy… come inside me breed me, Daddy…” Ashley moaned

Andrew threw his head back and groaned as he came inside of her.

He flopped onto her breasts with a heavy sigh before pulling Ashley into a more comfortable position.

“Andrew?” She asked, “Hm? He breathed, trying to catch his breath from his orgasm.

“Do you really… You said you’d show me how much you love me, and you did… But do you really love Leyley as much as you love Ashley?” Ashley asked

“Ashley, I can't love you without loving Leyley; yes, she annoys me, she makes me so fucking angry. I feel like she keeps me from everything that makes you, Ashley. But at the end of the day, Leyley is you, and I love her just as much as I do Ashley.” Andrew murmured into her ear. Tears fell from Ashley’s eyes.

“Are you okay?” He whispered. “Yeah…. I just don’t feel good…” She murmured, “Sorry that can happen, I should have waited for our food to digest… Let's go watch a movie in the room… You’ll feel better tomorrow…” Andrew promised.

She didn’t protest when he wrapped her legs around her. She didn’t protest when he shut the door behind them.

No, it was unlikely she’d protest again.

Everything he was doing was out of love.

~End!~

Notes:
Bro this fucking chapter gave me so much writer’s block I just ended it here to be done with it, Sorry its short the next one will be longer. I promise. Sorry if Lemon was awkward I fell asleep at computer
THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO END WITH THEM BEING ALL CUTE TOGETHER!
Do y’all like the lemons? What do the young people call them these days? Who knows.
If y’all want smut plz lmk I AM NO STRANGER
Anyway, please message me if any questions, please review I thrive on them.
Also, also
That story about siblings in London is true. Theres a book Series called “Call the Midwife” about a lady who worked in the East End of London (Where Jack the ripper murdered people) It was a pretty rough neighborhood (still is I’ve been there) But the woman mentioned she had met a couple there that were full blooded brother and sister and lived like husband and wife.
Also if its not abundantly clear, THIS IS A FANFICTON I DO NOT SUPPORT THIS IRL. JFC BRO ITS SAD AF I GOTTA WRITE THIS SHIT.
I can write you a list of kinks and I promise none of them are incest.
Can I just like Andrew and Ashley? Is that a crime? I don’t think it should be.
Anyway Thank you to all the people who reviewed
Y’all make my life so happy!!!
Special thanks and actual chapter dedication to
~Niqul!
~ Tf2guy_Olad Thanks for making me realize my dumbass forgot a chapter.
~Numb Leg
~AngelDeLillithh (gracias comadre)
~ The rando anon on Tumblr that told me to KMS c:

Chapter 8: Chapter 7
Notes:
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Chapter Text
June 6th, 2026

Sup besties.

Here we go, here we go, satellite radio!

Chapter dedication tooooo
-Niquil!!
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~FrancoHellene
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“Look, I just think it's best we Separate Julia,” Andrew said point-blank.

“Um… If that’s what you think is best… I just want you to be happy.” Julia said

“I owe you an apology,” Andrew said

“Whatever for?” Julia questioned

“Look, I know our relationship caused you a lot of grief and a lot of unwanted sadness, and I’m trying to be better. Something that’s supposed to make me better is taking responsibility. I caused you unnecessary hardship. I apologize for that.” Andrew played with the phone cord. He twirled the curly part between his fingers.

He could hear Julia crying at the other end of the phone.

“I’m sorry, Julia, you just deserve something better,” Andrew said

“Don’t cry, Julia, Andrew’s probably only dumping you because he’s fucking his whore of a sister,” Jane murmured on the other side of the phone.

“FUCK YOU, JANE! Here am I trying to be decent, and you’re over here acting like a fucking cunt. Don’t shit-talk my fucking sister.” Andrew said

“Oh, what’s wittle Andy gonna do about it?” Jane said

“Does your mom know you’re a lesbian, Jane?” Andrew asked

The line was quiet.

“Yeah, you were definitely worshipping at that church camp you and Julia go to every summer, but I’m pretty sure being on your knees to worship pussy is a lot different than being on your knees to pray to your fake ass god,” Andrew said on the phone.

“As if! Being gay is wayyy less of a taboo than incest! H-Have you fucked your sister yet, Andy?” Jane said

“No, I but I fucked yours, and she cried like a little bitch. Do you cry like a little bitch when you have sex, too? Is it because it’s sinful? Aww…” Andrew scoffed.

“Fuck you!” Jane shouted

“No, fuck you, Shit, your parents would probably pay me. I’ll send you postcards when your homophobic ass parents send you to conversion camp.” Andrew said.

Jane hung up the phone.

Andrew groaned. He did not want it to go like that.

Now came the annoying part; it had been almost a month since the protestors had thrown food onto their balcony. They had a tiny bit left, but soon they would be back to square one. Andrew picked through it, the can of oats, he could make instant oatmeal with that. It would be hot and delicious. It would last a long time. It would keep them full for longer: a can of soup for dinner, some cheese, and crackers for lunch. It wasn’t gourmet, but it was better than starving.

Andrew began to boil the water.

He could hear his sister dressing in the bathroom.

He turned the heat down, “You good, Ash?” He called

“Coming.” She called

“Have a cuppa.” He spoke.

She came to the table, and he poured a cup of tea for her. It was a muddy color, but at least it was good European tea.

He knew Ashley would have preferred coffee.

She took a few sips under his watchful eye, and he passed her the sugar caddy so she could put some sugar in her tea.

“You bitchy?” He asked

“Slept like ass. You fucked up my neck last night.” She spat.

“Okay, so it was either fuck up your neck by holding your head so you wouldn’t bash your forehead into the headboard. Or let you bash your head into the headboard. Noted.” Andrew scoffed

“You slut.” She scolded as he passed her the oatmeal.

Hopefully, she’ll feel better after breakfast.

Oh, wait, she would.

“I broke up with Julia today.” He said, flipping through the book he was reading.

“Did she cry? I bet she cried. She always cried for stupid shit at school.” Ashley laughed.

“No, Ashley, listen, it doesn’t fucking matter if you didn’t like her, she was never mean to you, you shouldn’t be cruel like that,” Andrew said.

“You know that isn’t enough, right?” Ashley

“What? Ashley, I gave you what you wanted. You don’t have to fucking call her and threaten her anymore.” Andrew hissed

“No, you didn’t! She’s still alive! How do I know your fuckboy ass won't cheat on me with her? I want her DEAD, Andy!” Ashley screamed she slammed her fists on the table.

Out of the corner of his eye, Andrew noticed the book he had stuffed in its hiding place moving.

Oh no,

Oh, hell no.

“Ashleyyyyyyy,” Andrew smiled.

He pulled her towards him and started to pull her in a half-hearted waltz. He swung her around and around, twirling over and over again despite her struggles. Ashley screamed in delight and then in horror. She shoved him and threw up in the sink.

“Oh shit, Hey, are you okay?” He asked

“UGH ANDREW, YOU MADE ME THROW UP THE OATMEAL!” She yelled. Andrew pushed his portion towards her, and she slowly ate it.

Andrew picked up the little sprayer thingy and sprayed the vomit down the garbage disposal. He picked up a bottle of cleaning fluid and dumped it down the drain before he turned on the garbage disposal.

“You, okay?” Andrew asked again

“No, I have such a headache!” Ashley murmured

“OHHHHHH LORD UNKNOWNNNNNNNNNN I SUMMON THEEEEEE”

“DUDE SHUT THE FUCK UP!” Andrew yelled before he kicked the wall of the connecting apartments.

“Ugh, I wish you’d stolen the food those hippies gave him.” Ashley groaned. She clutched her stomach, and Andrew kneeled to look at her. “Are you okay?” He asked

“I feel sick…” She murmured, “Ah, probably a bad idea, I spun you around. Here lay on the couch and watch Frankenstein or something.” Andrew said

Ashley lay on the couch, and Andrew draped a blanket over her.

He turned on the old black-and-white horror movie.

It was free with ads on their streaming service, a few of the gory horror movies cost money to rent, and once in a while, if there was a sale, Andrew would go for them.

“Hey, this isn’t Frankenstein.” Ashley said, “Well its free, so stop complaining.” Andrew said

Andrew watched the movie. A girl with blonde hair left her house. There was so much screaming, she snuck out and began to walk around a cemetery, suddenly a man popped out from behind a tree. He yelled to scare her. The girl laughed, and they embraced each other.

“I think I know this story. It’s Mary Shelley, that’s the woman who wrote Frankenstein,” Andrew said

“Was she a good guy?” Ashley asked. “Oh, of course, she was a feminist, she believed in divorce, she was practically married to Percy Shelley before he was ever divorced. Their love story is a classic. She literally invented science fiction as a genre.” Andrew explained.

“Was she good though?” Ashley asked, “Someone is never really good or bad, Ashley. Everybody does good or bad things. She’s mostly seen as a tragic character, I mean Percy Shelley was a manwhore. He wanted a Harem. He had her; it’s suspected he slept with Claire, and he wanted his regular wife too. People thought she was ill-reputed because of how she was having children with Shelley out of wedlock, and Shelley was irresponsible with money, so they were always on the run. But he wasn’t an asshole like Lord Byron, so we have to give him credit for that. *” Andrew explained

“What did Byron do?” Ashley asked. “So… He had a daughter with Claire, Mary Shelley’s stepsister, and apparently, he had a spinster aunt who would have taken in the child. But Lord Byron wouldn’t let her… Nor would he let Claire keep the child, so he sent her to a convent. Where she got ill and, without proper medical care, died. A lot of people blame Lord Byron for her death.” Andrew said. “So, the inventor of Science fiction was a pregnant teenager who ran away from home?” Ashley questioned, “Yes.” Andrew replied. There's hope for us yet!” Ashley smirked.

“I always figured the Frankenstein monster was an allegory for herself…” Andrew said, “What, so she was this awful, hideous thing?” Ashley said, “Well, her father remarried, and he had this awful stepmother for her. Then if you read the book, you realize that ‘the creature’…” Andrew began, “The creature? Really? Who’s that?” Ashley asked, “The Creature is Frankenstein’s monster. Frankenstein is the doctor, but the creature is what he created.” Andrew said, “Why is he called Frankenstein then?” Ashley asked, “I don’t know, so what happens is, after DR. Frankenstein creates his monster, He basically ignores it and refuses to do anything to help it grow. So, I’m wondering if the creature is meant to be an allegory for herself. Like she did so many things, people didn’t approve of, and then she went off and left alone by herself. I imagine she had a lot of internalized guilt, too; her mother did die giving birth to her.” Andrew said, “Andrew, I know we both hate Renee and think she’s literally the fucking worst. But. Do you suppose, do you suppose that she thinks we’re monsters?” Ashley said, “Our relationship with her is really something I'd rather not touch on. But no, I don’t think we’re monsters.” Andrew said

Halfway through the movie, Ashley picked up her switch and began to play a random game. Andrew picked up “Flowers in the Attic.”

He couldn’t believe how similar Christopher and Cathy’s situation was to their own. Andrew supposed that he and Ashley were luckier, no younger siblings, just themselves. It was better this way, he supposed, if he and Ashley had a younger sibling, they couldn’t have sex or kiss or tease each other the way they normally would. Ashley lay her head on his lap, “This game sucks, you have to buy all the power-ups to do anything fun….” She groaned. She laid her switch on the table beside the couch. “What are you reading?” She asked, “The same book, oh, persistent and observant one.” Andrew shrugged. “Is it the same one?” She asked, “Well, it’s all four books in one big book, so yes, I suppose.” Andrew remarked sarcastically. “I don’t get why you like reading. Sometimes it's so boring…” Ashley said, “Well, when we leave we can visit a library, and I’ll show you how fun it is to read a book that isn’t just some garbage your fifth-grade teacher made you read.” Andrew remarked, “What’s this one about?” Ashley asked. “You’ve asked me that like a million times, Ash, just read it to find out,” Andrew said. “Read it to me then…. I wanna know.” She said, cuddling into him.

“Yellow is the color of hope, I would imagine coloring hope yellow, as the sun I never saw, Yellow as the paper flowers in the attic, we were flowers… Christopher, Carrie, Cory, and I…”* Andrew began.

As he read through the first chapter, Ashley listened intently and quietly, probably more quietly than she had ever listened to in the classroom. By the third chapter, she was asleep.

Andrew maneuvered her until she was lying on his chest.

The two lay together quietly,

“I wish we could leave…. I miss the library and the bookstore…” He murmured

He used to take his college days for granted,

His boring shift at the bookstore, his daily routine of black coffee and a blueberry bagel from the campus store.

Now he was so bored out of his mind.

In moments, he was asleep,

~

The two woke up to a sweltering apartment. The AC had overheated, Oh the irony,

Andrew had a headache from the heat; His mouth had a sickly-sweet taste inside of it that wouldn’t go away. His sister's sweaty body was on top of him, and he groaned in frustration. He gently pushed her to the side and opened up the door to the balcony. The air was nice and cool. Andrew pulled off his sweater and enjoyed the way the wind cooled off his sweaty face. “Ashley.” He called

“It's too hot.” He said, he shook her until she woke up and led her to the bedroom, “Andrew, we don’t even sleep in here! “She bitched. “Come on, help me with this fucking mattress, it's too goddamn hot in here,” Andrew said.

The two grabbed the mattress off of Ashley's broken bed and dragged it out to the balcony. It was significantly cooler out there.

Andrew stripped down to his boxers and lay down. Ashley lay next to him.

“Won't they see us?” Ashley murmured as Andrew kissed her neck. “I doubt it, I mean, even if they look down, they won’t see if we’re this close to the door, the only one who could probably see us is Mr. Cultist next door.” Andrew shrugged.

“Remember when we used to do this as kids?” She whispered, “How could I forget?” Andrew said. “I bet it’s gonna be Hella hot tomorrow. “Ashley said. “Probably.” Andrew wrapped his arms around her.

“The stars are nice,” Ashley commented.

“We should try to get out of here,” Andrew said

“What? I thought we were infected.” Ashley said

“I mean it, Ashley; this is fucking weird.d Why did they stop delivering food? Why haven’t any other doctors come to check on us? We need to get out of here.” Andrew said

“Where would we go?” She asked

“Do you wanna see Mom and Dad again?” Andrew said

“I’m not sure… Wouldn’t they worry if we disappeared out of the blue?” Ashley said

“Dad might. Mom doesn’t give a shit about us. She’d convince him it doesn’t matter.” Andrew said

“Where should we go then?” Ashley said

“Dunno, somewhere together,” Andrew said

“Alabama?” Ashley asked

Andrew smacked her.

“You think this is a fucking joke, Ashley? Do you REALLY think this is a joke?” Andrew said.

Ashley teared up.

Andrew pulled her against him.

“Wife beater.” She sobbed

“Hush.” He commanded.

“We need a real plan. We need a way to get out of here. We need a way to get money fast.” Andrew said

“I could be a hooker!” Ashley joked

Andrew smacked her again.

He breathed in.

He grabbed her face with his finger and thumb, clutching her, forcing her lips to pucker.

“If you ever think I’ll let another man touch you, you are out of your goddamn mind.” Andrew hissed.

“Well, I fucking might if you keep hitting me like that!” Ashley yelled.

“Ashley,” Andrew warned, gritting his teeth.

“Well, it’s not my fucking fault you’re a wife beater!” Ashley mocked

Andrew snapped.

He grabbed her hair, pulled her over, and pushed her face into the mattress.

He wrestled with her until she was on her knees and he was on top of her.

“FUCK OFF! ANDY YOU GODDAMN TWINK!” Ashley yelled

“Oh, if you can cry, you’re still breathing!” Andrew yelled. He grabbed her neck and choked her.

“You gonna be good? YOU GONNA BE GOOD LEYLEY?” Andrew yelled.

She flipped him off.

This wasn’t having the desired effect,

He let go,

Ashley took a huge breath of air and threw a punch at him.

Andrew slapped her and wrestled with her until she was on her back, and he was sitting on her hips. He grabbed her throat again as she clawed at him.

“I’m not going to give you to the count of three, Ashley,” Andrew whispered.

Ashley struggled under him, his weight on her body, and his big hands wrapped around his neck. She could feel his hard-on against her stomach, but that was the last thing on their mind.

“You can have your little fucking tantrum here all you want. When we leave this godforsaken apartment. We leave Andy and LEYLEY. Do you understand?” Andrew screamed

Ashley was turning purple.

“GOOD.” He spat. He let go of her, and she began to take a few hard gulps of air.

He looked up at the stars. She was right, they were nice.

He lay on top of her, his head against the pillow.

“Go to sleep.” He ordered

She didn’t deserve the luxury of giving him a response.

~

Andrew woke up to the scorching heat. This was indeed a fucking terrible idea once Andrew woke up. He patted all around himself; at least the concrete was cold. Andrew felt around the cold concrete for his warm sister. She was gone, but the door was open; she must have gone inside.

Andrew crawled inside the house and took a moment to appreciate the modern wonders of Air conditioning. It must have fixed itself.

“I don’t feel good,” Ashley murmured. She was lying on the floor of their Kitchen; the bathroom was probably the coldest room in the house. “Hush, Ashley… Hush its gonna be okay. You’re gonna feel better, it’s probably just the heat.” Andrew murmured that he was now obviously feeling the regret of his earlier actions. He helped her get up, and the two walked to the bedroom. Andrew cranked up their shitty AC and took off Ashley's sweat-stained pajamas. He pulled off his clothes, and the two sat in the cold water washing off their sweat.

“What do you think our future will be like?” Ashley asked “Isn’t it obvious? I become a world-famous author, and you’ll be the trophy wife.” Andrew said “Trophy wife? Get fucking real.” Ashley hissed “Why not?” He pressed “You fucking choke me to death yesterday and expect me to not be upset? Are you serious Andrew?” Ashley said, “Shut up it’s not like you don’t deserve it.” He said “Oh so you can beat the shit out of me, but I can’t call you Andy? That’s fucking stupid.” She scoffed. “Yeah, you’re fucking lucky I love you; I wouldn’t put up with this shit if I didn’t.” Andrew retorted. "i Dont want to fight anymore." Ashley whispered. She put her head on his shoulder.

“Do you think we’ll stay together forever?” Ashley murmured, “Get real, I’ll be tired of you by next week.” Andrew snarked, Ashley smacked him, and pushed herself up. He looked up and down her body. “You’re beautiful.” He declared, “You’re a liar.” Ashley rolled her eyes. “I’m serious…” Andrew said. “Ashley sat back down. “I liked the love story… The one between Mary and Percy…. They left everything to be together.” Ashley admitted, “You know she carried around his mummified heart until she died, right?” Andrew said, “Wow! That’s so fucking cool! Would you carry around my Mummified heart if I died, Andrew? I mean, you’re a poet like Percy Shelley was.” Ashley said “No, if you died, I couldn’t go on without you… I mean, if I’m being perfectly honest with myself….” Andrew said, “Andrew?” Ashley asked, “Are you sure we aren’t monsters?” Ashley said. Andrew was quiet. He pulled her towards him. And she shut her eyes.

~

Ashley wrapped herself in a towel and sat on the couch next to Andrew, “I still don’t feel good.” She murmured. “Tomorrow. It’s just the heat, you’ll feel better tomorrow.” He promised she would hand him the book, “Read me more.” She whispered. Andrew found their bookmark, she lay her head on his lap, and his fingers found her hair as he began to read from where they left off.

~End~

Notes:
Yes, this chapter is boring. It reminded me of living through COVID. Long boring hours trying to do something to entertain myself. Mail was the most exciting part of the day. My house was so clean.

All that shit about Mary Shelley is true, I learned it when I went to her house in Bath, it’s lovely.

Also, no that’s not the actual first sentence, my ass doesn’t wanna get sued. VC Andrews god rest her amazing soul passed away but her greasy ghost writer is still around, and he fucking RUINED the Heaven series so y’all watch out for him.

I lowkey forget about this chapter, I wrote two after it lol.

I also hate when the grammer checker makes a sentance suggestion and then decides its grammatically incorrect and encourages me to change it back to what I actually wrote lol.

Chapter 9: Chapter 8
Summary:
Hey guys I had a bad day at work today so you all get another chapter :c
Say a prayer for me.

Tysmmmmm!

Chapter Text
The coffin of Adrian Graves Pt 7

~The Past~

Ashley did not get better the next day or the day after that.

First, she was starving; she ate everything. Andrew gave her most of his portions, and sometimes just ate whatever she had left behind.

She slept and slept and slept.

Their food supply was abysmal at this point.

“I can't believe it's been another month.” Andrew bitched and moaned. “Our food supply is literally gone, we’re back at square one!” He hissed frantically, picking through wrappers and hoping and praying something else might be in the box.

“Nothing's changed…. Well, not really…” Andrew murmured.

They had changed; their love had blossomed.

Andrew peered into the doorway. Ashley was asleep, her womanly figure lying on her side. She had changed. They had changed.

“It was as if she had bloomed, her womanly figure blossoming, especially when they made love. We lived as they did before, but not as bickering siblings, but as lovers.” Andrew thought.

Once he went back to the kitchen and started digging through the two boxes.

She started getting hot and sleeping on the balcony more and more to keep cool.

Soon, symptoms of her sickness became more prevalent.

She needed to eat, she was getting sicker,

and all Andrew could do was sit by her bedside while she sweated out her fever.

It reminded him of when they were kids, how she would cough and cough sick as a dog, but there was never any medicine at home.

He remembered the times he’d drag her to school, and teachers would scold her over and over again that she should have stayed home being so sick, but she couldn’t. School, no matter how awful it was, had food. Andrew knew she wouldn’t get better without food.

Andrew went for whatever was in the meager boxes at that point.

He dug through the boxes and found a package of instant soup powder.

He tore off the package and followed the directions.

The package claimed it was “Chicken and Rice.”

But Andrew knew it was probably just chemicals upon chemicals, and who the fuck cared as long as Ashley got something to eat.

He dug around the garbage and found a small freddo.

He clutched the little frog-shaped chocolate.

This would entice her to eat. He knew it would.

Andrew boiled the soup and poured it into a bowl.

“Ashley…” He called he used a pot holder to hold the soup.

“No…. No, don’t want any…” She murmured

Then, this week she started throwing up everything; It got to the point where Andrew couldn’t even cook while she was inside the house.

“Come on, Ashley baby, just a bit…” Andrew whispered.

He pushed a spoonful of soup to her mouth, and she gagged.

He pulled it away.

“Im so hot…” She whispered.

Andrew held the cold freddo to her lip.

She took a bite.

Andrew pulled away the covers and picked her up. She felt like a bag of bones as he gently carried her to the bathroom. Her fever was making her hot and sweaty. “I'm so thirsty…” She practically cried. Andrew pulled her shirt off. She hugged herself. He took that as a sign she was cold and immediately draped the shirt over her. He headed to the kitchen and got some cold water for her to drink.

She sipped the water and then gagged.

Andrew undressed, and Ashley began to moan in discomfort.

Andrew shushed her quietly and turned on the shower. He pulled the shower off the handle and poured the warm water all over her body. Steam filled the room, and she coughed and coughed. She vomited, yellow sticky bile. Then she coughed up chunks of mucus before vomiting again.

“Beloved… are you alright?” Andrew asked. Ashley didn’t reply. Andrew washed her hair like they were children and towel-dried her before carrying her back to their bed to sleep.

He dressed quickly afterwards,

There was a bang on the door

“Howdy! You kids alive in there?” The warden asked

Andrew opened up the mail slot

“Hey! My sister is really sick; she needs medical attention! Andrew yelled

“Oh nooooo, I'm sure it's just a cold, it's been going around, she’ll be fine!” The warden laughed

“No! No its not! She won't eat! She’s just sleeping, and she’s feverish, and please, sir, we need help!!!” Andrew pleaded

“She’ll be fine.” The warden said.

“No! What do you want? I have money! Fine Literature? I can get you whatever you want!” Andrew pleaded through the mail slot.

The warden sat at eye level with Andrew.

“Please,” Andrew said, looking through the slot.

The warden poked Andrew’s eye with his baton.

“Auughh, Mother fucker! YOU MOTHER FUCKER!” Andrew yelled

The guard laughed. Andrew wondered if he pulled this shit often.

“FUCKING COME FIGHT ME LIKE A MAN!” Andrew roared.

"She'll feel better in the morning... She'll feel better in the morning." Andrew repeated like a mantra.

But Ashley didn't feel better. When they ran out of food, she began to feel worse and worse.

Andrew woke up the next morning Ashley was hot and sweaty with a fever.

Andrew groaned. Although the air conditioner was on full blast to help cool down Ashley's fever, he still awoke hot and sweaty. First, he checked Ashley; she was sweating, and her forehead was hot. Andrew pulled the covers back. He almost screamed.

Ashley's entire lower half was covered in blood.

"Do not panic. Do not panic." Andrew whispered. He immediately shook Ashley. She didn’t respond. He shook harder. "Ashley. Ashley." He repeated. Andrew breathed hard. He shook his sister. She woke up and groaned softly.

"Is this your time of the month?" He asked quietly. No. He felt stupid. Ashley wouldn’t bleed this way during a normal period.

He gulped. Her fucking appendix must have exploded inside of her or something.

“You’re going to be just fine. Let's get this cleaned up,” Andrew whispered.

He helped her to the toilet. Her eyes were cloudy; he could tell the fever was affecting her.

Andrew pushed down her pajama pants before Het set her down on the toilet and tried to ignore the trail of blood.

“It's just like when you had your first period… Remember? Remember how you thought you were dying?” Andrew whispered he tried to laugh.

He had never been more glad to be caught by a nurse in the girls' bathroom.

Ashley began to vomit. She hadn’t eaten and barely drank, but she threw up bile.

He moved to turn on the shower.

Ashley screamed and slumped over.

“Are you okay?” Andrew asked.

She was silent

“Ashley?” He called again.

Andrew began to help her to the shower before she clutched him and screamed in pain. Something fell onto the shower floor. It was a big, bloody mass.

Andrew looked at it; it was about the size of his palm… It didn’t look like an appendix or a kidney or whatever else could have exploded inside of his sister.

He turned it over and over again, trying to figure out what the bloody mass was.

He noticed a huge tear. Then he peered inside.

It was like opening the trunk and finding Nina dead all over again.

Except, instead of terror, Andrew felt a wave of grief, sadness, anger, and relief all at once.

Andrew wasn’t a doctor, but he could immediately tell something wrong had happened.

This tiny little gummy bear of a fetus was dead.

Andrew could see the little numbs of its arms and legs forming.

Ashley was bleeding terribly; whatever was in the ball of flesh hadn’t separated from her properly. It was clear the fetus…. The thing the baby… It was dead when it came out, and there was nothing to do to save it. It was too small anyway. Andrew was secretly glad it did not have two heads.

Would the baby have been a monster? Would it have been deformed and awful?

He shook these awful thoughts away.

He needed to focus on Ashley.

Andrew ran a cold shower; he’d read somewhere this was supposed to stop bleeding.

He sat Ashley down and pushed the shower head over her.

She shivered and whimpered.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!” Andrew cursed into the cold shower.

“I have to do something, she’s losing a lot of blood, she’s starving to death, if she doesn’t eat something soon she’s going to fucking die, and I cannot let her die.” Andrew cussed aloud.

All of a sudden, he heard the cultists' music.

“I wonder if he has any food….” Andrew thought. Andrew propped Ashley up against the shower. The blood had slowed, but it wasn’t letting up quite as much as Andrew hoped. He pushed a wet towel over her body.

“I-I’ll be right back.” He promised before going into the kitchen and grabbing a Meat Cleaver.

He tucked into the back of his pants before running onto the balcony. Andrew cursed, he needed to get to the other side, he had to get this assholes attention somehow.

Andrew ran back inside. He ran into his and Ashley’s old bedroom and pulled a plank off the bookcase before running back to the balcony. He set the plank down before grabbing the ashtray and smashing the window.

“How dare you interrupt my ritual!” The cultist yelled

“Hey, I heard you still have food.” Andrew smiled,

“What? No!” The cultist said

“I know those dirty ass hippies gave you a box. Would you kindly share with us?” Andrew asked nicely.

“I don’t have any food.” The cultist said

“You’re lying,” Andrew said

“I swear I don’t.” He said

“Do not lie to me,” Andrew said again.

“I don’t!” He said

“LIAR!” Andrew yelled

The ritual circle began to glow as Andrew yelled

The cultist pushed him out of the way

“OH LORD DEMONS FROM HELLLLLLL OH HEAR MY PLEA!!!!”

The cultist yelled

The apartment was plunged into darkness.

The demon was here.

It was small, and it had three eyes.

“OH LORD UNKNOWN!” The cultist yelled

“What Do YoU oFfeR HuMaN?” The demon yelled

“Oh well uh…” The cultist began looking over his apartment.

“I DEMAND A SOUL,” The demon yelled

Andrew struck him with his meat cleaver.

“I offer his soul!” Andrew screamed as the cultist fell to the ground.

“Another one is near death… shall I have her soul as well?” The entity asked

“Fuck off. No.” Andrew said

“For your sacrifice, I offer thee a talisman of the future.” The entity replied

“I didn’t fucking ask for that!” Andrew said

“For your lack of respect, you will not be able to use it.” The entity said

And he disappeared.

Andrew groaned; he was right back to square one.

He picked up the talisman and put it in his pocket. He could probably sell it or something.

Andrew then began to frantically search all over the apartment. There was NO goddamn sign of any food. He groaned,

Great, he had killed his neighbor for no goddamn reason.

Andrew stopped.

The Donner party, they’d eaten each other in desperate times…

Would he still be jailed?

He thought of Ashley,

She needed to eat. She would die if she didn’t eat.

Especially because she was losing so much blood.

Andrew breathed in and out.

He cut off the cultist's arm.

He cut off his legs and his other arm.

The meat cleaver could cut through cow bones and human ones just as well.

He put the body in a trash bag and put it in the empty fridge of the apartment,

He kept the right arm.

He took it to his apartment.

When he got back, Ashley was lying in the shower, the water was still on, and the bleeding had slowed down.

He dried her off and pulled her away from the bloody thing on the floor.

He wrapped it up in a towel.

He held it as He helped her dress; luckily, Renee had pads around.

He took her to the bedroom and put her back to lie down.

The worst of it seemed to be over.

He walked back to the kitchen and began to slowly cut up the cultist's arm.

Andrew stared at the wrapped up…

He didn’t know what to call it.

Andrew cut up the cultist's arm. He put it in a pot with some water and simmered it until it turned into a sort of broth, something Ashley would easily be able to drink in her state.

He stared at the dead baby.

Something inside of him, It made him want to carry a part of this thing inside of him forever.

Should he add it to the soup?

No, it was his offspring, it was dead… Would it be better to let it decay? No proper burial? No coffin?

What if the doctors needed to examine it?

He read about animals eating their placentas to regain some of the strength taken from them from giving birth.

Should he do it?

Andrew shut his eyes.

Cannibalism was one thing, but eating your own offspring?

He was too far gone.

Andrew shut his eyes and stirred the soup

No, he wouldn’t watch.

There was a plop as something dropped in the water.

He stirred.

He labeled the “soup” into two mugs.

He drank first.

Human meat, he had read, and now knew for sure, tasted terrible. Like bland pork.

In one of his college psychology classes, they had read a study on what some would call “ethical” cannibalism.

It was said that all body parts tasted awful, and you had to be crazy and in terrible mental health to have to eat them.

Andrew coughed; he wanted to throw up,

But no, he needed the energy.

He came into the room,

Ashley was awake, but he could tell her mind was far, far away from this place.

Woozy likely from loss of blood.

“Andyyy…” She murmured

“I've got soup, beloved.” He said

“Where’s Mom and daD?” She asked

“Coming later. Eat the soup. They brought it.” He lied

“I knew they’d come back.” She smiled

“You’re always right, beloved, always.” Andrew indulged her.

He spooned the human soup into her mouth.

She sipped it softly before shutting her eyes and peacefully falling asleep.

Andrew walked back to the bathroom and cleaned up the blood.

He pulled the book from the hiding place between the fridge and the floor.

It pulsed as he picked it up.

He began to read it.

“The entity has existed for as long as time itself… to summon him you must be of great need….” Andrew read

“We must leave. We must leave.” He whispered to himself.

~End~