This story is written by @thamburu and @QuinerSacyLove

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''Goodbye Aggie, bye Nerezz. Take care of your sister. We will back in an hour.''

''Bye mom and dad.'' 

And then they heard a crash.The sound of metal smashing metal, the sound of glass breaking and the screams of some people. Aggie and Nerezz had barely reached the stairs, before they had to turn back. 

A motorcyclist, who took a wrong turn, had crashed into their parents' bike. Their mom had fallen from the bike and her head smashed into the nearby pavement. Their dad flew a little further away from the bike and landed on the ground. The doctor later told them that his spine was broken. Both died instantly from the impact. 

Aggie was only 4 then. Nerezz ran to their corpses with Aggie in his arms. He knelt on the ground near their bodies, wailing for help.

By the time help arrived, their hearts had already stopped beating. That was how 10 year old Nerezz became Aggie’s father, mother, brother, friend, guide, everything. 

***

He was happy to take care of her. It was in his arms she grew up. He bathed her, dressed her and even fed her with his own hands. She was his baby girl and he had no time to notice her growing up. The huge insurance amount upon their parents was enough for both of them to grow up with sufficient resources.

Aggie was a pure soul, and so was he. 13 years ago he had lost his parents and today, he lost his sister. He blamed himself, and how could he not?

He was her best friend. They were so close to each other. Even when he fell in the hands of opium and whiskey, he had loved her. 

He clearly remembered the day when Blake forced him to do drugs. At first, he became very angry. But he found himself unable to resist when Blake offered him more. That's when he became one of them. 

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''How many times do I have to tell you to not bring those addicts to our home?' She yelled for the thousandth time. 

“You can’t tell me what to do, Agg,” He barked back. 

''Yes I can! This house belongs to me. Father left it for me in the will. I have every right to order you to not bring any of those ugly faces to our home. This is our home, not your private club.''

''That's it! You need to learn your place, you ungrateful b***h!'' With these words fell his palm on her rosy cheeks.

''Wh-what happened to you brother? You were not like this. Wh-who are you?'' Sobs punctuated her voice. Tears flowed freely. 

That was three days ago. Even if he treated her like a piece of shit, she never stopped loving him. She knew that one day he will remember those good old days and his old self would come back. She was told that he and those bastards had raped many girls. But she couldn't believe it. That's when she saw him coming out of his room one day and heard a feminine cry. 

From that day onwards she shouted back. She began to raise her voice and question him. Chaos filled the house.

***

She was very happy that day. She had won that scholarship she dreamt for. She was amazed to tell him the news and she waited for him. Hours passed. It was almost 1 am. Yet she waited for him to come.

He came stumbling into the house.

“Hello brother,” she greeted, standing up from the couch.

He didn’t reply as he stumbled across the room. A couple of his friends followed through along with a new slut. His eyes were unfocused, shifting from one object to another, not staying at one thing for more than two seconds.

“Aggie, go to your room now!” he ordered, pointing upstairs. His hand wavered and soon dropped. 

She rushed upstairs and closed her door. She washed her face and rubbed her hands. Whatever she did, she couldn’t remove the feeling that something bad was about to happen. She drank the water that was always on her bed stand. She was skimming through her private library in her room. Her eyes were searching for 'The Bluest Eye.'

As their noises drifted up, she felt bile rising in her throat. Her heart throbbed faster. 

She didn’t hear their footsteps. She didn’t hear the door to her room open. All she heard was the bathroom door creaking open. 

One of her brother’s friends held her hand tight. So tight that she was sure it would leave a mark. If only that was the only mark,scar rather, left as a reminder. 

He pulled her out and threw her onto the bed. As she saw another guy bring ropes, she began screaming. The first guy silenced her with his handkerchief . As her own brother tied her hands to the bed, tears began streaming down her eyes. 

“Blake, close the curtains,” her brother said to the guy who tied her hands. The last guy to come through closed the door behind him.

She didn’t scream. She didn’t cry anymore, for her tears were exhausted. She was numb to the pain. Only thing she saw was her brother.

***

Standing here, with the rain pelting on his back, he felt as if even nature was punishing him for this heinous crime. He stood in black clothes, his tears could not be seen. His head was bent, black hair covering his dull blue eyes. No one knew what happened that night. 

For all they knew, it was just a suicide of a teen that suffered from depression. They didn’t see what happened that night. They didn’t see what happened in the week that followed. 

He never knew through his opium filled eyes that his friends dragged him to Aggie's door and not to the guest room, where the slut was waiting. His visions were blurred and he couldn't see that he was enjoying his own sister. Hatred filled his heart. He very well knew that none of his friends were drunk or out of order that day. While he got wasted, they didn't even touch a single drop. 

***

Standing there beside her grave, he could still feel Blake's foot on his chest. He had gone for revenge but they had outnumbered him. They beat him senseless.

He knew he could no longer live with this guilt. All he was sure about was that he needed to end his meaningless life for good. He didn't feel the pain when the knife kissed his wrists.

He felt a warm palm on his shoulder. He could immediately identify that warmth. It was Aggie's.

He turned and found his little girl. The 4 year old girl in a beautiful white dress. 

As her name suggests, she was indeed a pure soul. God had welcomed her with open arms. 

She was his angel. The little girl smiled. It was the last thing he saw as he collapsed. 

***

He had woken up in an asylum. Doctors called his condition as post traumatic stress disease. Yes, he had gone through a trauma. But the trauma Aggie went through was much worse than his. 

Now he could see his little girl who was no longer a human but an angel. 

She was the one who saved him. The one who was behind that anonymous call to the ambulance. The one who had made his friends’ arrest possible. The one who greeted her brother with open arms when he had died due to natural causes.

The one with the purest soul.