Cut By Angel Wings

Ch 1: Zachariah Is My Alibi

By: Helena F. Lupin

No matter how much I cut, it never helps. But the pain is the only thing that feels good that I can do for myself. I have friends who claim to be real cutters, like I am. But grimacing each time you slice up means you aren▓t a true blade-lover. I am.

My favorite tool of the trade is a silvery piece of glass about five inches long, thin, and a sharp point at one end. I got it when I broke a mirror in my bathroom one time. It had been a bad day. Mom had been fucking an old friend when dad came home. And dad really didn▓t give a fuck as long as she was getting paid for it. He keeps her around for the money. They aren▓t married. I was the accident that took her great figure, even if she is a size one now. What had pissed dad off was that she wouldn▓t give him the money afterwards. One fits fight and an ambulance later, he didn▓t have her to beat on.

But he had me.

I▓m daddy▓s little boy.

Correction; I▓m daddy▓s little cock-sucking boy.

I had stood in front of the mirror for a long time after I blew him before my fist finally slammed into it. That piece of glass was the only one that stayed in the frame. It became my best friend that night. I keep it under a board in my room that lifts up. It▓s in the far corner, where a section of the off-white carpet comes up. The apartment we live in is shit by the way.

The only person of my family I don▓t mind being around is my big brother, Zachariah. We share a mother only. But that half blood is stronger than any full blood between siblings. He▓s twenty-three to my fifteen. And he know▓s what dad likes me to do for him. The cops don▓t give a fuck about the people in our part of the city, so Zachariah told me just to do it and get over it. But if dad ever tired for more, I▓m supposed to get the fuck away and come to him.

Well, tonight, daddy tried to fuck me.

I smashed a lamp into the side of his head. I got away. I went to Zachariah. He▓s an average five foot eight or nine. Nothing special in height. But the rest of him is gorgeous. His hair is pitch black, kept just long enough to curl at the nape of his neck and into his face, the bangs a vibrant scarlet. His crystal blue eyes are framed by thick dark lashes and black eye-liner.

He▓s wearing leather pants that look painted on, and have laces along the sides and at the crotch, along with a fitted black shirt with high collar and no sleeves. He has fishnet sleeves on, black over his pure white skin. The black leather belt with studs is thrown around his waist, the boots heavy leather ones that zip up and have several silver buckles. His nails are black, each nail on the middle finger has a small skull painted on it in white.

There▓s a white leather choker around his throat and a silver dream catcher hanging from it, more silver necklaces of varying lengths hang below that with charms like a sword with a rose vine twisted around it, a pentagram, a vile of very fine red glitter, and more. His ears are pierced several times each with silver hoops, but only one earring has a charm. The one on the left ear, a small silver feather.

His face is beautiful, with fuller lips of palest pink, and finer features like his high cheek bones. Almost fae like in beauty, or so I▓ve always said. His body is lean, fast, but he▓s stronger than he looks. I couldn▓t lift my father▓s body if my life depended on it.

Zachariah is doing it by himself, shoving the corpse into a trash bin several blocks away. No one will say anything about what they saw. No one here likes the cops. The few that have seen us are whores, pimps, junkies and a few others that look like goths.

Zachariah glanced down at me, I▓m only five foot two. ⌠You alright, Jeremias?■ I hate my real name, I usually go by Mias, only Zachariah can call me Jeremias. I nodded, my arms wrapped tight around myself. ⌠Did you get what you needed?■ I nodded again. I had gathered a few things. Mom was out of town. We were going to stay I was staying at Zachariah▓s all week so that if she made a fuss, we had alibis.

He put a hand on top of my head, ruffling my hair gently. My hair was as black as his, cut a little shorter, but my bangs were purple unlike his red. I▓m wearing hot pink jeans with a black skull on one ass cheek and a black tank top under a hot pink fishnet long sleeved shirt, and a pink belt and pink shoes. Not to mention an array of pink and black necklaces and bracelets. The earrings I have are about two inches long and made of pink chain-link. Thank you, Hot Topic.

⌠Come on, then.■ Zachariah tugged me back to the piece of crap he called a car. It was older than hell and faded black, but it worked, so why bitch? I was with the person I wanted to be with. You see, I love my brother. I▓d rather suck his dick than dad▓s. But I know that Zachariah is straight as a board, so there▓s not any chance of that happening.

His apartment isn▓t any better than the one I just left, but what is better is that he▓s there. It▓s got a small kitchen, a small livingroom, and a small bed and bathroom. He gave me the bed and took the couch. The carpet is off white, the walls the same, covered in posters of whatever took his fancy. He▓s painted the ceiling black too and put those tacky glow in the dark stars up there. The queen sized bed is a mess of black and red sheets and pillows. The bookshelves and the dresser are covered in candles, any color from black, to white, to red, to dark blue.

The dresser is directly across from me, where I▓m laying on the bed. There▓s make-up, jewelry and other things scattered along the surface with the candles. There▓s a sheer black and silver star-covered scarf hanging on one corner of the large mirror. I light a few of the candles before I strip off and get into his bed, the door firmly shut and locked.

I don▓t want him to see.

I crawl into his bed, naked, and lay down in his sheets. Sheets that smell like him. And with me is my best friend, that beautiful glass.

Tonight, I watched my brother gut my father for me. Tonight, I watched him dump the body. Tonight, I▓m excited and he won▓t touch me. But my friend will.

I watch in the mirror as the tip splits my skin open on my inner left thigh. I have to bit my lip to keep from making sound, from moaning. The blood won▓t show on his sheets. Just one cut, that▓s all I need tonight. I set the glass aside and run my fingers through the hot wash of red before I start to stroke my own cock. When I cum I chose to lick my fingers off before going to the bathroom to wash.

When I glance up at the bathroom mirror, I see Zachariah standing behind me, arms folded and leaning against the door frame. His door lock was shit. He doesn▓t say anything, he doesn▓t do anything but toss me my pants again.

We spent that night sitting on the couch, smoking and watching tv. He didn▓t question what I had been doing, and he didn▓t get onto me about the cutting. He didn▓t even say a word about me leaning into his side like a lover. He just let me hold the changer to the tv and said if I put it on fucking LifeTime again, he▓d kick my ass.