đ¤đTEASER ALERT!đđ¤ The Destruction of Sevyn Prologue
Updated: Jul 6, 2020
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Prologue
Luther
  Numbness.
  It was all I felt since I got the call a few months ago. My motherâs hysteric screams and incoherent words still sounded in my head almost every day. I heard that distinct sound as I drove back home from school the day after sheâd called me. I heard it every night when I tried to go to sleep. And even though she tried to keep a brave face during the day, I could still hear it echoing in my mind.Â
  The anguish.
  The grief.
  The loss.
  Losing the most important person to you was never easy. How did you say goodbye to your best friend? Your partner in crime?
  Your little sister?
  I popped the tight rubber band against the skin of my wrist in increments of seven. I needed to feel something, anything to remind me that I was still alive physically, because my mind was too far gone. What fucking life was there if my sister wasnât in it? Time blurred into days, weeks, and months as my family came in and out of the courtroom. I had to watch my mother hold back her sobs of anguish as they displayed the evidence in courtâŚdisplayed my sister for everyone to see. I listened as Sevynâs lawyer tried to argue that her and the rest of the bitches in her clique were just engaging in âinnocent teenage funâ and blamed my sister for not asking for help she needed. My family and I had to watch Sevynâs smug reactions and fake guilt when her incriminating evidence was display for months during the trial. Now, today was the day the bitch would pay for what sheâd doneâgranted that Daddy didnât buy her a âget out of jail freeâ card.Â
  And for her sake, she better pray to whatever God she believed in that the jury found her guilty today.Â
  I exhaled deeply, my eyes darting to the front of the room as the jurors filed back into the courtroom. Five long months of trials and we were finally at the end. The room was so silent that I could almost hear my racing heart, a mixture of anxiety, hope for justice, and unresolved anger swirling around within me. I pulled at my rubber band, adrenaline rushing through me as I popped it against my skin.
  One.Pop. Two.Pop. Three.Pop. Four.Pop. Five.Pop.
  My mom grabbed my wrist before I could pop the rubber band again. She rubbed her thumb across my reddened skin and gave me what she thought was a comforting squeeze, but it didnât help. Nothing fucking helped if it didnât bring my sister back.Â
  âItâs going to be okay,â she whispered, tears sliding along her plump cheeks.Â
  I nodded, grinding my teeth as I looked over at Sevyn whispering to her lawyer. Once upon a time, she was my sisterâs best friend; now she was the bitch responsible for her death. Her family was one of the richest in Miamiâthe kind of rich that had the right amount of money to make their âproblemsâ disappear. Our familyâs bullshit lawyer tried to convince us that we had a strong case, that there was too much evidence that would be hard to ignore. In a way he was right. There was plenty of evidenceâtext messages, eye witnesses, forum print outs, and a video. In a normal setting with a normal family, he wouldâve been right to say that we would win.Â
  But I wasnât fucking stupid.Â
  I already knew how the trial would end before it even began.Â
  âHas the jury reached a verdict?â Judge Hyland asked, his tone bored as he adjusted his glasses on his old, sagging face.Â
  âYes, Your Honor,â a scrawny man with brown, shaggy hair and pale skin said as he stood up. My fingers twitched to pop my rubber band, my motherâs hand still around my wrist as her breath hitched. The judge waved his hand for the juror to announce the verdict and the juror cleared his throat.
  Taking a look over at Sevyn, I ground my teeth as I watched her. She stared at the juror with tears in her eyes, her future teetering in the air by a few words on the small sheet of paper the juror held. Even from where I sat, I could see the fear etched into her beautiful, perfect features. Her parents held each other, their heads bowed as they sat behind her on the opposite side of the court room. I ground my teeth and focused back on the verdict.Â
  âWe the jury find the defendant, Sevyn Langdon, not guilty,â the juror read from a small sheet of paper.Â
Sevyn LangdonâŚnot guilty.
  Not. Fucking. Guilty.
  My blood boiled under my skin as I watched her breathe a sigh of relief, suppressing the shriek of excitement that tried to escape her mouth as she hugged her lawyer. Her family cheered on the other side of the courtroom as my mother burst into tears. My breath quickened, my anger rising as I watched Sevyn, her friends, and family celebrate her âinnocence.â She was found innocent while Logan lay rotting in a cemetery because of this bitch. Sevyn would get to go off to college, have a life, have a husband and children while my sister was robbed of all of that. My family had to watch as the very person who shattered our lives celebrated the fact that sheâd get a fresh start, the whole encounter swept under the rug as if it never happened.Â
  As if she wasnât the cause of what ended my sisterâs life.
  My father immediately tried to comfort my mother, his own broken heart showing in the sorrowful expression on his face. It wasnât fair; it just wasnât fucking fair that my sister wouldnât receive justice simply because her tormentorâs parents could afford to buy her freedom. I tightened my hand around my keys, the cool metal digging into the flesh of my palm. Sevyn looked up, her smile faltering a bit when her eyes locked with mine. A flash of guilt passed through her gaze but quickly disappeared when her mother hugged her again.You wonât get away with this, you bitch,I thought bitterly, just as Judge Hyland banged his gavel.Â
  âOrder,â he stated, his voice firm. The courtroom quieted once again, but Sevyn and her family didnât sit back down. We all turned our attention back to him as he adjusted his glasses once more. âIâm also granting the Langdonâs restraining order request against Gerald Evans, Katherine Evans, and Luther Evans.â
  âAre you fucking kidding me?â I all but shouted, jumping to my feet. âSheâs the reason my sister is dead and yetwehave a restraining order against us?!â
  Judge Hyland hit his gavel again. âMr. Evans, settle down or youâll be in contempt of this court!â he warned.Â
  âThat verdict is bullshit and you know it! The evidence was there! The witnesses were there!â
  âMr. Evansââ
  âAll they have to do is flash a little money your way for you to turn a blind eye to what that lunatic did to my fucking sister!â I bellowed.Â
  âLuther, please just stop!â my mother pleaded as her eyes glistened with tears. But I couldnât. It wasnât fucking fair that Sevyn got to walk free while we could only return to a house that my sister was no longer in. It pissed me off that Sevyn could go back to her regular life and her family could still see her, love her, and watch her blossom into an adult when my family only had a grave stone to talk to. It wasnât fucking fair. It just wasnât fair.
  âOliver and Katherine, we truly are sorry for your loss,â Sevynâs father, Micah said from across the courtroom. âItâs unfortunate that your daughterâs mental health was on the declineââ
  âFuck off, you pompous dick,â I snapped. âIt was because of your plastic bitch of a daughter!â
  âMr. Evans!â Judge Hyland shouted, but I ignored him.Â
  âSheâll pay for what sheâs done,â I ground out, heat flushing my face as I pinned my gaze on Sevyn. âI promise sheâll pay for what sheâs done.â
  âIs that a threat, Mr. Evans?â Micah taunted, but the judge hit his gavel once again before I could respond.Â
  âIâm charging you with contempt, Mr. Evans!â Judge Hyland said and looked over to two police officers standing at a door on the left side of the room. âGet him out of here.â
  âNo! Please! Heâs just upset right now!â my mother exclaimed as the police rushed toward me. But no one listened to her. The two burly men roughly grabbed my arms and pulled me away from my family.
  I didnât take my eyes off Sevyn as the police swiftly snapped handcuffs around my wrists. She gave me a small smile, the guilt in her eyes attempting to portray the apology that she couldnât bring her lips to say out loud. Not that it mattered. No apology from her would bring my sister back. It wouldnât heal my parentsâ broken heart. And it damn sure wouldnât put out the ball of fire that was now my rage.
  âDonât worry, son. Weâll get you out,â my father called out as they pulled me away. I nodded to let him know that Iâd heard him, allowing the officers to take me away from the court room. Their grip on my arms tightened as we passed the table that Sevyn and her lawyer sat at. The entire room was silent, everyone waiting to see what Iâd do as I walked past her. A hint of fear twinkled in her eyes as she looked at me, but I only winked at her as a promise that this wasnât over. Satisfaction rolled through me as I watched her skin pale before she dropped her gaze to the table, a smirk on my face as I was finally whisked out of the room. This was far from over. She may have beaten the system with her money, but she wouldnât be able to escape me. None of the fuckers responsible would be able to.
  Iâd make sure of it.Â
***
Seven years laterâŚ
  âWakey, wakey, bitch,â I snarled, dumping a bucket of ice cold water on the sweaty man stretched out on the table before me. He jolted awake in a panic, his green eyes wide with terror as he looked around.
  âWhat the fuâwhere am I?â He squinted against the light above him and narrowed his eyes at me.   âWho the fuck are you?â
  âA blast from the past,â I said, my tone flat as I tossed the empty steel bucket to the side.Â
  âI donât fucking know you,â he panted. His wild eyes scanned my form and I couldnât help but to grin.Â
  âBut I know you, Hunter York.âÂ
  I watched as his eyes widened. Hunter fucking York, one of three rapists who were acquitted despite the video evidence of those fucks raping my sister at a party. It was amazing what being rich could do for you.
  âWhere the fuck am I?â he asked again, jerking on the chains attached to his wrists. He kicked his legs, jiggling the chains around his ankles. âWhat the fuck do you want?â
  âFor you to atone for what you did.â
  âI didnât do shit.â
  I tsked. âYou and I know thatâs not true, Yorkie boy,â I said and shook my head. âDonât tell me you already forgot about Logan. Seven years wasnât that long ago.â
  âLogan? I donât know any fucking Logans,â he scoffed.Â
  I took a picture out of my pocket and thrust it in front of his face, anger heating my skin. âYou definitely know her.â
  His eyes darted between my gaze and the picture, his chest rapidly rising and falling as his breaths quickened. âI didnât do anything she didnât want me to do! I was acquitted.â
  âThatâs not what a video showed me,â I ground out.Â
  Fresh anger boiled in my veins. Theyâd played the video in court, my sisterâs screams and pleas for them to stop echoing in the silent room. My family and I had to watch as the three teen boys took turns with her, mocking her pain, her tears, her agony. My father kept a tight grip on my wrist to keep me in my seat, as I was seconds from choking the life out of all three of them as they sat at the defendantâs table with their bullshit guilty expressions.
  His skin paled at the mention of the video and he swallowed hard. âLook, man, I donât know who the fuck you are, but I was found not guilty. I didnât do anything wrong!â he exclaimed. I stared at him long and hard before I chuckled. Hunterâs eyes followed me as I took a few steps away from him and pressed the button on the remote I held in my hand.Â
  âThis remote controls those chains cuffed to you,â I said. âAnd if I push this button, the chains will retract and pull your limbs.â Hunter jerked at the chains again as if it would make a difference.Â
  âYouâre fucking psychotic!â Hunter bellowed. âThis isnât a Saw movie. Youâre not Jigsaw, you mother fucker!â
  I smiled. âOh, Iâm no Jigsaw, as this isnât a game of survival or testing your will to live.â I walked over to him and leaned forward until we were nearly nose to nose. âAnd unlike Jigsaw, Iâm not giving you a choice of whether you live or die.â
  âWhat the fuck do you want then?â he bellowed, spittle flying from his mouth as he spat his words.Â
  âThe truth, you know, the thing that you, your dickhead friends, and Sevyn failed to tell in court all those years ago.â I pushed the button and the chains slowly retracted. Hunterâs panicked eyes looked around as his arms and legs were slowly stretched. âWell?â
  âI didnât do anything that your slut girlfriend didnât want,â he ground out.Slut. That word was thrown around so loosely at almost every single trial of the people involved. Their lawyers painted pictures with a paint brush drenched in lies of my sister being known to date many guysâand even girls, tooâtrying to make it seem as if she asked to be drugged. As if she asked to be fucked on camera by three guys when it was clear that she wasnât in her right mind to even comprehend what was happening to her. As if she deserved the bullying, the humiliation, and the shame when the video was posted for the whole student body to see.
  But I knew my sister. She wasnât the promiscuous girl they tried to portray her as. It didnât take a rocket scientist to know who helped perpetuate the lie that created that image.Â
  âMy girlfriend?â I chuckled and shook my head. âDo you not remember who I am?â
  âI told you I donât know you, man. Whatever youâre talking about happened years ago. Iâm not that teenager I was back then.â His voice had an edge of desperation, but I couldnât be fucked to care.Â
  âYeah, and Iâm not the same man I was before my sister died,â I replied sarcastically. âI guess we all change, huh?â
  âSister?â He stared at me for a long moment before realization dawned on him. âWhat the fuck? Luther?â
  I waved my hands along my body. âIn the flesh.â
  His mouth opened and closed a few times before he managed to finally find the words to speak. âTh-they said you were dead; that you alsoââ
  âThat I also committed suicide by blowing my brains out? I see you idiots believe any rumor you hear, huh?â
  Hunterâs Adamâs apple bobbed in his throat as he stared at me. A storm of emotions swirled in his eyes. Fear. Uncertainty. Panic.
  âSeven years ago, you got away with the rape of my sister,â I stated as I pressed the buttons to continue retracting the chains. âThe justice system failed my family, failed my sister. So since that bullshit judge wonât give us the justice we deserve, Iâm going to get it myself.â
  âNo, no, no, no!â Hunter exclaimed as his arms and legs were pulled. âWait, wait, wait. Okay, okay!â
  I pressed the button to stop the chains from retracting and frowned at him. âOkay what? Got something you wanna say?â I asked.Â
  Hunter panted, his breaths coming in quick as his eyes glassed over with tears. âYou donât have to do this, man. Is it money you want? My dad can give you whatever you wantââ
  âI donât want your fucking money. I have my own,â I scoffed. âBut tell me something. What made you and your asshole friends go after my sister in the first place?â
  âWe were just stupid kids, man,â he groaned in despair.Â
  âEven kids know rape is wrong,â I replied, my tone flat. He went quiet, so long that I thought he wouldnât speak again. âI guess youâre done talking then.âÂ
  âOkay, okay, okay!â he yelled when I pressed the button again. I stopped the chains once again and waited for him to speak. He licked his lips and exhaled deeply. âShe told us that yourâŚsister was into it.âÂ
  I ground my teeth, already knowing who he was talking about, but wanted to ask anyway. âWho is she?â
  âSevyn,â he rushed out. âShe said that your sister was that kind of girlââ
  âWhat kind of girl?â I hissed.Â
  Hunterâs eyes filled with panic as he swallowed hard. âT-t-the kind that got around,â he stammered. âWe didnât know she was a virgin until after the fact.â
  âSo let me get this straight,â I started as I rubbed my hand over my growing beard. âBecause some bitch told you a girl got around, you took that as an invitation to rape her?â
  âWe were stupid kids back then, man!â he bellowed, his voice echoing in the bare walls of the warehouse. âI canât take back what Iâve done. Iâm sorry about your fucking sister, okay?â
  I stared at him long and hard. âDo you have a sister, Yorkie boy?âÂ
  âWhat?â
  âAre you fucking deaf? Do. You. Have. A. Fucking. Sister?â I repeated.
  âY-yeah.â
  âAnd if a group of assholes took your sisterâs innocence, taped it, and then posted it for your whole school to see, how would that make you feel?â
  The muscle in his jaw twitched when he stared at me. âIâd be angry.â
  âThen you see my point,â I said with a smirk before I started to walk away, pressing the button to start the chains back up. I tuned out his pleas and yelling, as I watched the chain pull him so tightly that his body now hovered off the table.Â
  âAh! Please, man! Iâm sorry!â he begged, wincing against the pull of the chains.Â
  âYour sorry wonât bring my sister back from the dead, now will it?â
  âLuther, come on, man. Killing me wonât bring her back either!â
  I nodded. âYouâre right; it wonât. But itâll sure make me feel a lot better to know that one less person responsible for my sisterâs demise wonât be walking the Earth.â
  âThere has to be something I can do! Just spare me, man! Please!â
  âThere is something youcando,â I mused.Â
  âAnything, man. Just tell me what you want,â he pleaded in desperation, sweat beading along his forehead as he still dangled in the air.
  âYou can either close your eyes and wait for the inevitable, or you can watch these chains rip your limbs from your body. Itâs up to you.â
  âNo, please!â he screamed. I walked to the furthest side of the room and slipped on a disposable rain protector and face shield.Â
  âForecast says itâs gonna rain,â I said, ignoring his begging and pleading as I walked back over to him. I opened an umbrella. âAnd Iâm a big fan of rain.â
  âFuck you, Luther,â he cried out. But I only smiled in response as I watched the chains stretch him further and further as he screamed and begged. Just as he and his friends made my sister scream and beg as they ripped her apart that night. And as he screamed his final scream, I put the umbrella over my head just as the chains reached their limit and pulled his arms and legs from his body, the remaining of it falling back onto the long table with a thud.Â
  I chuckled. âForecast didnât say the rain would be red. What a nice surprise,â I mused. Hunter lay on the table, his body jerking as his blood spilled on the floor, his limbs still dangling from the chains. I moved over to him and cocked my head as he gasped for breath, bloody foam coming from his mouth. âJust like the others, you got what you deserve.â
  His eyes stared at nothing as he bled out, his chest finally ceasing all movement. And as his skin paled, my shoulders sagged in slight relief. Pulling out Loganâs picture, I smiled.Â
  âGot the last of the three morons, sis,â I said, staring into her smiling face. Now it was time for the main event, one Iâd waited seven years for.
  When I got my hands on her, she wouldnât know what hit her. And boy, did I have plans for all seven of those bitches.
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