Title: Scars of the Brother

Part 3

Author: Sarah

Rating: NC-17

Content: Violence, Character Death

Part 4

Disclaimer: Characters don't belong to me. They belong to WWF and Titan Sports. No copyright infringement intended.
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TEN YEARS AGO

Edge knew what was expected of him, he had gotten used to it by now, Christian had failed a maths test, a stupid maths test. But their father had gotten angry at the little brother, and now it was punishment time.

 

Edge flashed his brother a smile as best as he could, his luscious red lips curled up in a small smile desperately trying to reassure his little brother. Christian's ocean blue eyes were slowly beginning to fill with tears.

 

Ever since Edge has first taken that beating for him, their father decided he enjoyed it, and each time Edge offered to take that belt, their father became more violent. Edge was stronger than Christian, he would take it more like a man, he would be able to hold more punishment, more whippings.

 

Edge approached his father, he loomed above the boy, he was strong, well built, his muscles flexed and look of joy covered his face. He took one last swig of the brownish alcohol that swirled around in the clear glass. He placed it on the coffee table, and snatched the belt up in the other hand, how he was going to enjoy this.

 

Christian peered around the door frame, so terrified to be seen, but he had to watch his brother. Their father was drunk once again, not really a surprise though, he seemed to always be drunk these days. But Christian knew his brother was going to get it bad today, their father was in a foul mood, and to top it off he was drunk. The maths test was just an excuse to inflect harm on someone, and for Edge that would be him.

 

The first lash ripped though his body, if he hadn't been clasping onto the corner of the arm chair he would have fallen to the ground. This time, this time it would be much worse than every before. He stared at his shirt that had fallen to the floor, no use ruining a perfectly good shirt he thought.

 

Lash after lash cut into his soft flesh, each lash he cringed, but held his own. Each lash the brother that should have been getting them flinched.

 

Edge knew if he cried out in pain, or let his tears flow, it would just be worse, his mind tried to cast itself to a happy time. He found himself remembering the time he and Christian were at the beach, playing with sand castles, wrestling in the water.

 

The final lash snapped him out of it, it tore though his flesh, ripping into it, tearing at it, cutting into it, his blood started to flow instantly. That final lash from the belt, would make the 13th and last scar on his body.

 

He felt himself fly backwards, landing with a crash on the carpeted floor, he couldn't control his voice as it screamed out in agonizing pain. He was 12 and being whipped like he was 22. The last thing he saw was his father standing over him taking a swig of his drink.

 

When Edge came around, he was lying on his back in his brothers bed. He managed to blink a few times and his brothers loving face came into his view. Christian's blue eyes reviled the sorrow and pain he felt. Hot burning tears streaked down his cheeks.

 

Edge's body trembled in an overwhelming sensation of pain, the twelve year old found his heart racing for air, his cheat screamed out in agonizing pain each breath he took.

 

Christian say on his bed besides his big brother, his heart filled with pain, why did Edge have to do this for him? If only it was him and not his big brother.

 

Christian ever so gently rubbed the wet face cloth over his brothers stomach and chest. Edge had been whipped so many times now, but only the most powerful lashes left scars on his body. He had received many lashings, but 12 of them ripped at him so much they left scars. Christian's eyes stared at the latest deepest belt mark, the 13th, that would be the greatest scar on his brothers body. And the one that would cause Edge to leave.

 

Edge stared up at his little brother lazily, he pain raged though his body, but he knew he had to deal with it, he had to take it. Christian was younger than him, not as strong. He couldn't bare to see his brother in any kind of pain or trouble, let along being whipped with the belt. The very first time Christian had been whipped, Edge still remembered the tears that flowed down his checks, the pain and begging in his eyes.

 

He took the beatings for his little brother because he loved him more than anything in the world.