Sebastian POV. Flashback

"Is he alright? No TELL ME." 

"Bleeding for about 10 minutes. Condition is hard to say right now, now move!"

"Blaine." I groan. He looks at me. 

(10 minutes ago).

"I won't let you ruin the Smythe family name!" 

More bleeding. Gushing from my shoulder. 

"You don't have a family!" I scream.

"Don't you dare talk to me life that." He grabs my throat in his hand. 

My head spins. I lift my chin up. "You gonna KILL me? Murder is life in prison. And YOU TALK ABOUT RUINING THE STUPID NAME?" I gasp as he tightens his hand around my neck. 

"Killing you won't be the worst thing in the world." His eyes are filled with pure and raw hate. 

I start to feel nauseous. My head spins faster and faster. I barely keep my eyes open. To my surprise, he lets go. 

Then he takes his index finger and jabs it into my bullet wound. I cry out louder and I struggle to get away. 

"I'm trying to HELP  you. I'm gonna get the bullet out."

I let out a weak shout as he continues to torture me like this.

"Seb?" I look at my older sister. Susan.

"Go!" I fail to yell, only a whisper comes out.

"Dad. What the HELL ARE YOU DOING?!" She rushes towards up and attempts to get him off. She had just came back from the shop. I cry out as he pushes her off, only to loose his balance and fall on me. I grit my teeth. "Go!" I shut my eyes, waiting for more pain to come.

"No I." 

I look in horror as I realize why she stopped mid-sentence. He shot her.

Susan looks at me. And falls to the ground. He shot her. He shot my sister. He killed her. He shot her in the heart. I just know it. Blood surrounds her body. 

He looks at her in shock. He drops the gun. "Susan." I crawl towards the gun and grab it. 

"Don't make me shoot you!" I click a bullet into the chamber. 

I suspected him to stop. But he attempted to throw the water pot at me. 

I shoot.

I freeze when I hear the loud sound of a siren, the police are finally here. 

"Get out with your hands up!" I hear an officer shout. I can't move. It hurt. I want the pain to go away. I want the pain to stop.

I wake up again in a white hospital bed. I'm in so much pain. Like I got hit with a car 10 times. Everything hurts. I'm hooked up with painkillers and whatever else they decided to stick me with. "Sebby!" I look to my right. "Sam." I give her a weak smile. She's been crying. I look to my left. Blaine. 

"How could you make me so worried?" He cries. Since hugging would be a bad idea he simply pats me lightly on the leg. 

"Where is Susan." I frown not remembering what had happened. 

"She's," he pauses "gone."

I let out the breath I didn't know I held. "No. No." I shake my head. "WHY?" 

"She got shot."

I gulp. She was- was my friend, not just a sister. She died trying to save me. She left the house in a bag! I sob and I don't stop.

"Little Sam knocked on my door. She was in tears and I knew he lost it again. So I called the police. When we heard gunshots. I thought. I thought you had died." Blaine looks down.

"Well. I'm here." Pieces of me. 

I know I'll never be the same again. From then on, I let myself be mean in front of people to seem stronger. Though I was dying inside. After 5 years, Blaine forgot me. I never forgot him. He moved and didn't come back. And when I finally met him again, it was too late. Blaine changed. 

That man thought beating and torturing his son would straighten him out. That man took everything. And he had won.