The Blackwell Brothers

e us began to levitate. Her face lit up with a radiant smile as she turned to me. Kneeling beside me, she cradled my cheeks in

l me that. I'm a big boy now," I protested, my brow furrowed in mock seriousn

n turning solemn. "Mama promises to address yo

me into a warm embrace. I wrapped my arms around her, inhaling the sweet scent of fresh frui

or and beginning to open it. But I was exhausted. "No, Mama, we've been practicing all day. It's already bedtime,

e bed and covered me with a duvet. From the drawer, she pulled out my favorite book, "The Beauty and the Beast." She read the story to me, a

y mom smiled. "Because she has a kind heart," she

"Because I'm your mother, sweetie. You're a specia

, Mama? What makes me specia

forest tomorrow, and you need to be well-rested," she said, kissing my forehead. "Good night,

o locate the source of the scream, and what I saw made my blood run cold. My mother was bound to a chair, her skin being mercilessly pierced by a knife wielded by my father. The gruesome sight filled me with terror, and my twin brother, Scott

from Scott's grasp and rushed to my father's side. Mama's eyes were closed, her body covered in blood,

into Mama's chest. Blood gushed out, and Mama's gaze locked onto mine, a faint smile on her lips. "You're a special child, baby," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Always remember that

nbearable truth dawned on me: she was dead, and Papa was the one who had taken her life. Scorching

alice. "Stop that, child! You're acting weak!" But I ignored

e trembling with rage. Papa's response sent shivers down my spine. "And that will

a, and you'll pay for it! I'll tell everyone!" I shou

t up, you worthless child! You're not telling anyone, and besides,

ce. "You're wrong, Papa! Everyone will believe me! I

s Papa, embracing him tightly. I stood frozen in shock, unable to comp

arms, and my heart shattered into a million pieces. How could my brother allow this monster to touch him after what he had done to Mama? B

room. But Papa's speed was lightning-quick, and he restrained me. He pierced a needle-like object into

arsh reality hit me like a tidal wave: Mama was gone, and she would never return. I had to be strong, not just f

ay dearly for his heinous crimes. He would pay for locking me in this dark, forsaken room without food for days. He would pay for eve