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𓂀 The Memory of ‘45 (Part #3) 𓂀

[I don't know how long I stayed holding my twin, Vivi, in her room because seconds blended into minutes and minutes blended into hours. Each time our father, Andrew Morgan Marx, would enter the room, I'd instinctively pull Vivi closer to me. He was like a stranger to us because he'd sent us away shortly after our mother, Mary, died. He couldn't deal with the constant reminder of her, or that's what I'd told Vivi as we got older. Hell, I'd told myself that, but he never said it to us. He'd simply throw money at us and buy lavish gifts each time he would promise to come for a birthday or recital and would fail to keep those promises. I'd long since given up on him, but I knew Vivi still held out a glimmer of hope for him to love us and actually want to be around us -- for us to be a true family once again. 

 This time, when he walked into Vivi's room, I hissed at him. I was daring him to come closer to the bed, but he read the look and hiss for what it meant. His hands simply lifted with his palms towards us. 

"I am your father, young lady." The sound of his voice annoyed me, making me hiss again until he backed out of the room after saying, "I should have protected you both better." I wasn't sure who he was trying to kid, but when Vivi whimpered, I looked at her then to him to see the flash of emotion that crossed his gaze. Then the door shut, and we were alone again. My sister remained mute and either curled into me or her pillow in a fetal position, like she couldn't get small enough. She never spoke about what she'd seen or been through, and quite frankly there were moments within the time we'd been abducted that I couldn't remember beyond the point of a needle prick to my arm or neck. When I'd come to, I would be sore from head to toe while my mouth and throat dry to find Vivi's eyes wide with horror and fear as she looked at me. I'd shift to find my cunt or ass sore, but I didn't know if it had been Brandon who'd abused me or one of his pals while he forced Vivi to watch. The memory of it all was wiped from existence thanks to whatever drug I'd been given, but the scent of blood, both Vivi's and mine, hung in the air along with that of sex. 

 Just thinking about it made my skin crawl to the point that my stomach would turn, and I'd peel myself away from my sister to run to the bathroom, where I'd dry heave before I'd strip and get into the shower. Then I'd simply stand there, letting the water rain down over me until it ran cold before I'd turn it off, step out, dry off, then would simply pull on a robe and curl into myself for a moment. I couldn't let Vivi see me this close to breaking, nor would I let her feel it through our bond, so I'd wall the emotions away from her, leaving me and me alone to feel them. Once I got a handle on my emotions, I'd ease the barrier down and re-enter my twin's bedroom to find Gran there with her. 

"Go downstairs and eat, child. I'll sit with your sister. Now go and do as Gran says." She knew the only way to get me to leave was to use that tone with me -- the one only Gran had when she meant business -- so I walked over and kissed my sister's temple and whispered an "I love you, Viv." near her head then I did as Gran told me to and walked downstairs to attempt to eat. 

 In the kitchen, I found that Gran had made all of our favorites, but I went with toast because I wasn't sure I could stomach anything else. When I was between my first and second bite, I smelled our father coming towards the door before he entered and I heard his steps falter for a brief second, then he entered through the door. He didn't touch me, but rather he bent down to tell me something. 

"You saved yourself and your sister. I'm proud of you. And none of them will ever touch either of you again." 

I froze with a bite of food to my mouth. He was proud of me. My chest rose and fell as I took in those words -- all of them -- before he moved away. Since I'd been little, he'd not used the word 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦 in any form, so he meant it. I could taste the truth of his words almost better than I could taste the toast. When he walked towards the living room, I shifted my green eyes to follow him. Maybe I had held out the smallest glimmer of hope for something/anything from our father, and that had been it. He did care, but he'd never say the actual words. So pride it was and I held onto it tightly. 

 A few weeks passed and father's visits became fewer until they stopped altogether. I knew it would happen. He didn't know how to deal with the trauma Vivi and I had been through. He'd lowered his guard and told me he was proud of me. Not only that, but he'd spoken kindly to Vivi. It was his moment of weakness and given who his enemies were he couldn't afford that for long. Father was going to 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦 as he called it. That meant wipe out those enemies who'd infiltrated his crew, along with those who'd been behind our kidnapping and helping Brandon Taylor. The papers had listed him as missing and outside the country, but I knew he was dead because it had been me to do it. I also knew his body would never be found because our father had made it so. Slowly, the articles about the missing Brandon Taylor shifted from full front page articles to being small blurbs housed somewhere in the middle pages to being forgotten altogether. But my sister refused to leave the house. She'd step to the door to retreat back either to the sofa or her room. I knew she no longer felt safe and that infuriated me. I wanted her to feel safe once again, and only I could do that for her. 

 The only question was could I step outside of Gran's house. Could I face my own fears? I had to and did, finally, when I came across an advertisement for a new class catered to women to teach them self-defense. It was an innovative, novel idea but also had its critics due to the times saying that women should be happy homemakers and birthing babies but it was the innovativeness of it that had me ripping it out and dialing the number to schedule a time to come speak to them about the class. 

On the set day, I kissed my twin's head, telling her that I would be back and added a pinky promise on top, then I kissed Gran's cheek. She knew where I was going and why I was doing it. This was my test to see if I could move forward instead of locking myself away. I walked to the door, opened it and took a deep breath before I looked back at Gran and Vivi blowing them a kiss before mouthing "I love you" at them both, then I stepped outside and began walking towards #GershonsGym. As I got closer, I could smell the scent of sweat and testosterone in the air, but there was something else beneath all of that. Another fox. No, it was foxes. The scent had my nose twitching and apprehension pooling in the pit of my stomach. Maybe I should turn around and head back to Gran's and safety. Just as I was thinking it out stepped a woman with a thick Irish accent, she knew what I was the same as I knew what she was. 

"Ye are safe here, lass." She said as she opened the door and led me inside towards a future that I couldn't see nor predict, but it would be one where I could hold my own and protect not just myself but my sister too]

#TBC 

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𓂀 #TriggerWarning - Due to Graphic Content 𓂀

𓂀 The Memory of ‘45 (Part #2) 𓂀

[I woke with a start, my fight or flight response was high as I sat upright in bed with my chest heaving while I looked around my room]

My room? [I whispered mostly to myself as I wondered if I was actually in my room at Gran's or if I was still back in that dank, smelly basement I'd been in before. The smell of the basement crept into my senses as I looked down at my hands. They'd been washed --- I had washed them --- No, I hadn't washed them, at least not that I could remember. It was all fuzzy and unsure. Then Dad had been holding my hand but that couldn't be right either. Dad was in the U.S.

I was breathing hard trying to make sense of the flashes of memory that were popping into my mind, but slowly my breathing steadied, and I let the memories carry me through it.

Vivi and I had been kidnapped. Her boyfriend, Brandon Taylor, was involved. Then the voices including his talked about making our Dad bow down to their Boss who wanted to take over whatever area. I'd scoffed inwardly because they sure as hell didn't know anything about our Dad. We'd been held for days with Brandon coming in slapping us both around before his sole focus turned onto Vivian. She'd denied him sex because, as she told me and him, she wanted it to be special. She wanted it to be at the right time and to mean something instead of a simple shag. He'd pulled out his Willy and jacked off more than once all over my sister's beautiful red hair. Brandon had been telling her she'd beg him to shag her, and as the hours of abuse dragged on, I could see the brightness in my sister's eyes fading from existence.

I don't know what happened outside the door, but there was shouting, then the door opened and was slammed shut. I could tell it was Brandon simply by the sound of his feet and breathing. The foul stench that clung to him had me wanting to hurl on the filth covered floor, but when he got close his eyes looked wild and the scent of liquor mingled with his stench. "You don't want a shag well, bitch, then I'm fucking taking what you owe me." My head snapped up at his words that were followed by the ripping of the remnants of Vivian's skirt and panties.

"Get the fuck off her!" I'd yelled, but Brandon hadn't heard me or more like he ignored me as his focus was on getting his cock out and taking what he wanted without my sister's consent.

She was pleading, telling him no in a whimpering voice that told me she would prefer death to this and I reacted. The partial shift had come on quickly, morphing my hands and face to that of something monstrous, then I broke free and tore into Brandon. His throat slashed, cock and balls bitten off and slung somewhere on the filth covered floor, then I'd torn into the rest of him.

Blood was splattering the walls and when I finally stopped, his blood dripped off my chin to the rotten flooring beneath me. I wiped my chin but wound up smearing the blood as I shifted back and got my sister freed and out of that basement. We'd weaved through the back alleys of London while people were in the town square celebrating the end of WW2.

When we finally got to Gran's she came running out with her hands to her mouth to keep from screaming and then my eyes moved to the figure behind her. It was our Dad, but what was he doing here in London? As he walked closer, the adrenaline I'd been running on gave out, and I fell forward with Vivian in my arms]

Dad caught us? [I shook my head as my memory came in flashes with each time I came to. Gran was scurrying around the kitchen, getting bowls of hot, soapy water and rags that she used to clean off both Vivi, and I's faces before she told Dad to carry my sister upstairs to her bedroom then she kissed my head, "My brave, strong girl." Then she'd left me in the kitchen with Dad when he came back down while Gran helped Vivi get changed and in bed. When she came back, she whispered something to my Dad that sounded like, "She's not saying anything." and I looked up mere seconds before my head hit the table.

The next thing I remember is Gran holding my head, singing softly as she threaded her fingers through my hair. When she saw I was awake, she helped me up and to the bathroom, where I showered and put on a tea gown that was two sizes too big, but it smelled like Gran and I needed that scent as I pulled it tight around me with my arms. I walked out of the bathroom and into Gran's arms just as Dad walked by on his way to the door. He looked angry, but it wasn't directed at Vivi and me. I looked at Gran, who told me, "He's going to deal with who hurt you and your sister. Now let's get you into bed."

That was the last memory until my waking up. I could hear Vivian sobbing in her room and that sound drew me to my feet, leading me from my room to hers where I walked in and settled in behind my twin. My arms wrapped around her as I whispered next to her ear] I'm here and no one will hurt you ever again.

𓂀 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕄𝕖𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕪 𝕠𝕗 '𝟜𝟝 (ℂ𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕦𝕖𝕕) 𓂀

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𓂀 The Memory of '45 (Part #1) 𓂀

𓂀 #TriggerWarning - Due to Graphic Content that includes Abduction, Rape, and Murder 𓂀

[I have these moments where sleep either comes in short waves or is non-existent. I don't burden my twin with this news because I don't want her to carry the burden. So, I simply tuck it all away into a box inside my head. This is what I've done since that night in 1945. This is my weight to bear and I will bear it alone. My twin already carries enough scars that are unseen by the naked eye and I will not add another.

So, I wear this one. The one called Brandon. The one I killed.

I mean life's a bitch and we all have crosses to bear. And this morning the memory is stirring up to laugh in my face as I finally drift into an uneasy sleep]

𓂀 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕄𝕖𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕪 𓂀

[It's August of '45 - Londoners are celebrating the end of WWII but Vivia. and I aren't joining in. We are instead running down back alleys and sidestreets escaping from the horror we'd been subjected to. The smell of gunsmoke, sex, and blood fills my nostrils while the sound of my twin's crying fills my ears. It all has me breathing hard as I try to keep Vivi up on her feet. We have to keep moving. We can't stop. No, we must escape.

Outside of the memory, my body is twitching like I'm running but getting nowhere fast then the mental reel rolls back to the night we were abducted. Vivi and I were walking back to our rooms at the City of London School for Girls. We had just finished our extracurricular classes at Guildhall School of Music and Drama and were heading to our rooms to study, do homework, and grab a bite to eat but none of that happened. Instead, Brandon Taylor is on the sidewalk and beside me, Vivi is smiling. She was in love with the chap and I could give a right proper fuck about him. Something about him just had me wanting to snap his dick off and not because he was taking my sister away from me. No, this came from somewhere else. He just didn't smell right to me. But I wasn't about to ruin my sister's happiness based solely on my overthinking brain. I mean maybe I was worried Vivi would never want to spend time with me if things with Brandon went the way she was hoping but that was for me to deal with because that's just who I've always been. My feelings get tamped down and I focus on other people's happiness instead of my own.

This day I was about to kiss my twin on her cheek and tell her to have fun when I got stabbed in the back of the neck with what felt like a needle and as I slumped into some man's arms I saw Vivi doing the same into Brandon's arms. Her eyes are closed as if she's asleep then darkness settles in.

When I woke it was with a jerk and I found myself shackled to the wall. This wasn't silver but rather it was iron but it still bit into the flesh of my wrists]

Vivi? Vivi?! [turning my body the best I can towards the whimpering sound Vivi was making to find Brandon standing above her. I could tell his fly was open because his pants had drifted halfway down his ass and were only held in place by his stance. I couldn't see what he was doing to Vivian but I knew she was in tears because I could smell them on the air]

Leave her the fuck alone you bastard! [I yelled at his back garnering him to turn his attention to me with his dick in his left hand]

"She keeps saying no. But I bet you'll tell me yes."

FUCK OFF! [I hissed at him while he stroked himself off cumming all over Vivi's hair]

"I'll be back and then I'll play with you both." [He tucked his flaccid dick back in his pants, zipped his fly, and walked off. I could hear him talking to someone on the other side of the door. They mentioned something about 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘈𝘯𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘸 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘦���] That'll never fucking happen. [I mumbled under my breath because there was no way in hell our father, the all-powerful Andrew Marx, would ever bow down and submit beneath anyone's heel.

I cut my eyes towards the door and then over to Vivian who has her head bowed down with her once radiant red hair now matted and dirty hanging like a curtain over her face so that the ends drag across the dirty floor] Vivi, just hold on. Just hold on. [I pleaded with my twin but as one day bled into the next even I was becoming disheartened but all that dissipated when Brandon walked in drunk. He'd spent most of his time yelling obscenities at my twin and me but this time his focus was on her. He was talking about how many times he'd tried to have sex with her but she'd told him no because she'd wanted it to be special and he wasn't taking no anymore. He ripped her skirt off, flinging it wildly before he did the same to her undergarments.

"You're going to be begging for my cock from now on slut." His words were followed by him jerking her head back with one hand while he freed his cock from his pants with the other. I knew what his plan was and when my sister hoarsely cried out for him to stop I saw fucking red. That place deep inside where rage dwells erupted and as I half shifted the rage and strength of my fox helped me to break free of the shackles, ripping them out of the cinder block wall while I leaped across my sister's back and slammed into Brandon. My speed and force sent his drunk ass backward.

I slashed at his face and chest with my claws, sending blood flying before I snapped his cock off at the base with my razor-sharp fangs. I spit the foul thing off to the side then began clawing at his stomach, biting at his entrails as I unleashed my full fury upon him. His gurgling cries finally dissipated into nothingness then with one final slash of my claws I severed his head from his corpse. When I was good and done I stepped back to survey the scene before freeing @2playful_vixen from her shackles and carried/half dragged her out of the pit of hell we were in and out into the roar of cheers from the crowds several streets over celebrating the end of WWII. None of that mattered as we skulked from one back alley to the next until we reached our Gran's house outside of London. As we got to her house the back door swung open and I saw my Gran with her hands to her mouth to stifle the scream and then there was our father looking from my blood-covered body to that of @2playful_vixen for what seemed like longer than a heartbeat or maybe that was the slowing of my own heart I was hearing -- thump, th.. thump, th..........thump -- until my world spun on its axis and I fell forward with my sister still held tightly in my arms into the darkness that was awaiting me]

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