My parents had left to go grocery shopping and they left Marie with us. I don"t know what they were thinking. My parents knew the beatings Shaun gave me. I was fifteen. He was sixteen. I lived in my room. By then, I had learned to never open the door. No matter who was on the other side, all conversations were conducted through my door. I only left my room to use the bathroom and even then, I had to execute a carefully laid out plan. It was a necessary risk. Fortunately, I didn"t eat or drink very much.
My parents and half-brother mocked me. They ridiculed me when they heard me talking to Erik. They mocked me when I left my room. My mother was just like my half-brother in that regard. I would build up the nerve to leave my room and attempt to socialize and would be greeted with jeering re
