Smack!!

The sound was deeply revolting, Katy thought to herself, leaning against the threshold, as she knew exactly what was going up in there.

It had been Michael. He had skipped rehearsal, and God she knew he was far going to pay for it. The kid must be mad, since he knew perfectly well he would get peeled alive. Then Katy heard something even more disgusting than slapping sounds. A loud crack which came from inside the door, and which she knew perfectly. Oh, because she had heard it so many times before. It was the sound a belt, a strong one, made when leather struck tender flesh, accompanied by the loud "cling" of its buckle. A louder yell came with a second crack, and more clings. This time he'd been struck with the buckle, probably ripped off.

These sounds went on by hours, until she could hear Michael whimper and beg. Beg, her son never begged, what could have Joseph possibly done that made him sound like that? "Please, Joseph, not now, not in front of them" the voice pleaded. She'd forgotten 'Toya and the guys were in there too, the whole band, and she liked to see the rehearsals… as much as the punishment sessions. The girl, though young, was just as sadistic as her father. Suddenly, there was the sound of ripped clothes, as it had been when it all started, and she heard a low thump and a desperate, hopeless, helpless scream, and a hoarse moan that reminded her much of when… of when she was alone with Joseph… in a wifely way. Could it be? Could her husband be doing such a terrible thing, and to make it worse, humiliating Michael in such a way in front of his siblings? "You like it, don't you, you poof? You love it up your ass" Joseph's booming voice echoed, terrifying, as Michael cried and panted and begged hopelessly for help, and she heard even worse: his brothers laughing and LaToya's pleased moans. And then she heard Joseph's satisfied yell, and worse: he called Jermaine and made him do it. And after him, Jackie and Tito had to join their younger brother's ripped body. Katy laid a protective hand upon her swollen womb, and felt the thumping of the new life. She was due in a couple of weeks, and she started thinking if she could really risk having another baby of the man who fed himself in his own eight-year-old son? This would be the last one, she decided. "I hope, little one, that you take a better care of yourself and your brother than he does..."

And a few days after, a babygirl was born, one with her brother's eyes, and they would be tightlier bonded than anyone else.

And Janet protected her brother, for he was too weak to complain.