Capturing Elizabeth - 02
The Sadistic Squad | Elizabeth | Lesbian | Noncon
Blackmail
“Liz!” hollered my younger brother. “Mama says set the table!”
“I’ll be right down, squirt!” I called back. All my siblings called me Liz, even though I usually went by Beth.
After almost a full year of freedom, coming home to my family was nearly as frustrating as finding a job. Starting my new career as a Graphic Design was harder than I expected. Without having experience, I couldn’t seem to find a position where I could earn the experience I needed. An annoying Catch-22.
I should have done an internship. Or would that have just been another waste of my time? Life is confusing.
But, I had high hopes for tomorrow’s interview. Paner, a new startup, had reached out to me. They viewed my portfolio online and called to find out if I was interested in working for them. Their main offices were on the other side of the country, but someone happened to be in the area, and they offered me an interview.
I hurried downstairs, just in time for the front door to open and admit my father and sister. Her eyes were red, and her cheeks were stained with tears. She sniffed, pulling at puke-green gunk in her hair.
“What happened to you?” I asked.
“Some god-damn assholes thought it would be funny to shoot paintballs at us,” said father. More of nasty green goo colored his hair.
“Anna played paintball with you?” I asked in confusion. Last I knew, she hated paintball as much as I did.
“No,” he said, “someone shot us in the mall parking lot. We never saw them. Fucking assholes.”
“Language.” said mama as she walked into the room.
“Sorry, my love,” he said, giving her a peck on the cheek, “Anna and I need to go clean up, we’ll be right back.”
Mikey and I set the table while mama finished dinner. Well, I set the table. His ‘help’ made it take twice as long as doing it by myself. He was growing up. No longer a toddler, but not yet a teenager.
A few minutes later, father clomped down the stairs, only faint traces of green still in his wet hair. Mama shooed Mikey to the living room. I listened in on their hushed conversation.
“Why was Anna crying? Is everything okay?” mama asked.
“We didn’t have any protective gear on. Paintballs fucking hurt. And, she’s scared,” father lowered his voice, and I could barely make out the rest. “I’m freaked out. We were almost to the car when they shot us. I heard Anna cry out an instant before I was shot. For a few heartbeats, I thought they had killed both of us. Thank God it was only paintballs.”
“They?” asked mama.
“At least two of them. I think. No one’s fast enough to shoot Anna and me so quickly. I think they fired from the mall roof, but I could be wrong. They were well hidden and there wasn’t a sound before Anna screamed. I’ll call the police after dinner. Find out it’s happened to anyone else.”
My breath caught. God, that was a terrifying thought.
“Elizabeth.” snapped mother, “Stop being a brat and finish making the table.” Her voice softened. “Please, play with Anna tonight. Since you’ve been at college, she’s really missed you. It’ll help distract her.”
“Yes, Mama,” I said. It wasn’t how I planned to spend my evening, but mama was right. Sis needed me. Besides, she wouldn’t be interested in playing games with me much longer. This really is the precious last year or two before she outgrows her toys, and no longer wants to play with her older sister.
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