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Melissa's POV:
I woke up to the sound of my door being opened. I saw a small figure creeping across the floor towards my bed.
Lewis crept into my bed as I wrapped my arms around his frail body.
He had tears staining his small, innocent face. "Had another nightmare?" I asked him softly as I stroked my fingers through his soft black hair.
He tentatively nodded.
The sound of the front door slamming caused both our body's to tense and our hearts to beat rapidly.
It was the same routine every night, Lewis coming to my room, Them coming home at around 3:00 am, Her drunk giggling, echoing through the house as they make their way up the stairs.
His deep voice slurring through the walls.
I would hide Lewis under my bed or in my closet just as Derek, my step-dad bursts in through my bedroom door.
My mum would shout insults at me like "You are a worthless piece of shit! You deserve to die!". Whilst Derek would prefer a more physical approach such as a punch in the face, a kick to my stomach or another cigarette burn to add to my collection of scars that wrapped around my forearms.
They would never go near Lewis. I wouldn't let them. I take every punch and kick so he doesn't have to.
The same thing happened that night.
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Broken
Teen FictionThis is a serious story about abuse, love, heartbreak, betrayal and could possibly make you feel depressed which I apologize in advance for, however it may take a very unexpected turn.... Even so, if you still choose to read on, I hope you enjoy it...
