The abuse
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The aduse started early for me and has been happening as long as i can remember. My parents just turned cold to me and my brother for no reason and till this day we still don’t know why. Sometimes all we can say is hi and they just attack us.
Today’s Sunday and we moved to yet another town because people started to get suspicious of my parents. Sometimes it gets to the point where we can’t hide all the bruises and people start looking. When that happens we have to move and we get beat.
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Beep beep beep
I wake up from the sound of my alarm going off. It’s Monday, just my luck. Last night my dad decided to beat me because we had to move again. Normally it’s my mom but last night was different. My brother tried to help me but only to him to get himself beaten more because he tried to stop our dad. I was sore as hell and it hurts when I walk. I got to do my morning hygiene, then after I was done I walked into my brother's room to wake him up.
“Blake wake up” i said
No respone
“Blake get up before mom and dad do” i said
“I’m getting up, it just hurts, ok” he said looking down.
“How am i supposed to be your brother if i can’t protect you from mom and dad.” he said
I didn’t answer because I didn't know how to. He’s always there for me and doesn’t know it and sometimes it hurts to see him broken like this.
“I don’t know if you notice or not but you are protecting me. Maybe not the way you think or want to but you are, ok?”
“Okay. Hurry and fix breakfast for mom and dad so we can leave early” he said
Me and Blake tried our best to be gone before our parents woke up, sometimes it works and other times it doesn’t. After I made breakfast for everyone, me and Blake left for school.
School.
I didn’t want to go to school but it’s either that or home, another place i didn’t want to be. We walked to school since we didn’t have a car to drive there. I was thinking about getting a job knowing that my parents will just end up taking the money and use it for their own personal pleasures. When we finally got to school we went our separate ways. I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going and I bumped into someone……
Why did it have to be her of all peoples?
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