All Chapters of You Are Mine, Little Sister: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

RALI - Twenty-three Years Old.My hands were clammy with sweat as I stared at the entrance for what felt like the hundredth time.A shiver ran down my spine, but it wasn't from the chilly breeze sneaking in from the rooftop terrace where I sat. It was that tiny voice in my head, mocking me that this was going to be like every other time.Sweat trickled down my neck despite the crisp November air. My fingers tapped an uneven rhythm on the edge of the table, the only thing keeping me grounded as anxiety crept up on me like an unwelcome guest.My phone buzzed beside me. Sighing, I reached for it and read the text message from Veronica.Veronica: Hey, babe. How's it going? Don't tell me you two are kissing already!A sad smile tugged at the corners of my lips as I typed back a response.Me: 'Well, we're definitely kissing. Right here in my imagination. We're the perfect couple.It took her longer to reply this time, and I could imagine her being affected by the news.Veronica: Ohhh, I

VOID I hardly paid any attention to his face as I picked another needle. "Two weeks ago, when I tried listening to it for the first time, I almost dozed off. I can never understand what people see in music. She really doesn't make it easy for me."I inserted the needle into his middle finger, earning another cry from him. Now, this was good music. The only one I loved. Oh—as well as my sister's cry. I've been anticipating it, and soon, I'll have her singing it to me, endlessly."Do you understand the damage going on right now?" I zeroed my eyes on the needle, finding delight from how it pierced into the broken skin of his fourth finger, drawing blood. "I'm hurting your tendons and ligaments. Soon, you'll experience swelling and won't be able to move your fingers. Know what tendons and ligaments are?" I tilted my head to the side, staring into his face, but the fucker was too busy whimpering to pay any attention to my words.I slid the final needle into his thumb. All done.B

RALIWhen it was time for my lunch break, I headed to my favorite Whisk And Whimsy spot to get something light.The café was warm and cozy, filled with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the mellow buzz of easy chatter.As I waited in line, my phone buzzed. I swallowed hard, my throat tightening painfully when I took note of the caller ID.I'd been anticipating this call for three weeks. Finally getting it made me more anxious than I thought it would.Stepping out of the line, I found a quieter corner near the wall. My palms felt clammy as I pressed the phone to my ear."Hi," I murmured, glancing over my shoulder.What was wrong with me? It wasn't like I was smuggling state secrets or something."Yes, Ms. Hayes. I have the name of the person that made the purchase." My caller reported.A blend of relief and more anxiety crushed me instantly. I shifted on my feet and kept leaning against the nearest wall as if to keep me grounded."O—Okay. Who was it?"Few months ago, mummy

RALII exited the cab and walked toward the house, my heart swelling with a mix of rage, curiosity and anxiety.I half-pounded on the door, twirling my necklace in my fingers as I waited. The door swung open and I inhaled, bracing myself for what was about to happen.He stood there at the doorway, wearing a faded gray hoodie and frayed jeans, his disheveled hair sticking out at odd angles. Shock flickered in his eyes the moment they fell on me, and I watched right there as that shock morphed into something darker. Fear."What're you doing here?" His voice quivered, barely masking the panic as his gaze darted past me, scanning the street.Trevor was one of the many men that had shown and suddenly lost interest in me. We'd met a year ago at a fashion school, keeping in touch long enough to plan a date he never showed up for. When I ran into him afterward, he hadn't bothered to apologize. Instead, he grew distant, dropped out of school prematurely and vanished like a sh

RALISo far, I was having one of the best nights of the year—or at least, I was trying to make sure it was one of my best nights.Veronica and Ruby made it even easier. Ruby was our best friend.The girls and I had shared a few drinks, danced hard on the crowded floor and now, I leaned against the cool marble counter of the bar, trying to catch my breath."One shot, please," I said, glancing up at the bartender. He had been smiling at me every chance he got.In less than a minute, he slid the glass toward me with a playful wink. "On the house."I tossed back the shot, the liquid burning my throat like fire, and grimaced before chuckling softly. "That was what you said for the last one. I'm afraid if you keep up with this, you might lose your job." I slid the empty glass to him."Don't worry, pretty. You're worth losing my job over." He took the empty glass with a smile and left, going to attend to another customer.I smiled, shaking her head.Over my shoulder, I spott