broken but together

.:beginning of the end:.

"Heey!'' I lazily called out to Richard. "What?'' He responded. "Why am i a different color than everyone else?'' I pointed at my skin. He sighed in annoyance. "It's because you had a different father than everybody else.''
"Does that mean Anthony's not my brother?'' I shrugged. "Half.'' He bluntly stated and walked away. I didn't really know why I never called Richard ''dad'' or ''father'' I just never called him those things.
We lived in a big house next to a forest. Like usual, I went outside and explored the forest. I always went by myself. I know, i know. Your probably thinking 'what is she thinking?' But no one would look for me so I thought 'sence no one's here ,I can play by myself' . Just because I was three, doesn't mean I didn't know what was right or wrong. Even though I shouldn't have went off into a forest by myself, I went anyway. When I went back to the house, it was late, and everybody was eating dinner. "Ooooh, your late.'' Jason threw food at me. "I was playing by myself.'' I climbed onto the empty chair I always sat in during dinner. The chair was between Joseph and Jason. "Where were you?'' Vicky asked, giving me a nasty look. "I was in the backyard.'' I lied. "When we called you for dinner, you were nowhere to be found.'' She smirked. She then walked over to me, picked me up, and put me in the room Jason and I shared. "Being late to dinner means you don't get to eat dinner because you obviously don't want it.'' she said and slammed the door. I didn't like my room. Jason was obsessed with the circus. He had posters of the circus and clown toys and the bunk bed we had had clowns in it. I had the bottom bunk and, on the bottom bunk, a clown was painted on the foot of the bed. To be honest, that clown scared me to no end. I decided to crawl into bed and sleep.
The next day, I wanted to be like Jason. I wanted to be able to read. I went to Jasons book shelf and grabbed the book 'Arthurs Adventures' and, started attempting to read. "HEY WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH MY STUFF?'' Jason came storming in. I stayed silent. "I asked you a question.'' He yanked my hair. "..I was trying to read...'' I mumbled. "Well they're my books and I don't want you to touch them.'' He snatched them away from me and threw them at me. "GET OUT! GET OUT!" I ran out of the room with tears streaming down my face. I was going to go to Richard but instead I ran to the forest. I ran to the creek that ran through the forest. There, I cried to my hearts content. After crying, I walked back to the house. I decided to watch TV. "ANTHONY!" I heard Vicky's voice from the kitchen. I ran towards the comotion and saw my half-brother crying. "I was taking out Golden and, I got stung by a hive of bee's.'' He cried. "Ok. We need to get you in a bath of baking soda.'' Anthony shook his head yes. Soon they pulled him into the bathroom. I walked back into the living room to watch TV. I was watching the children show, 'Bananas in Pajamas'. "What are you watching?'' Joseph asked as he sat down next to me. "...Bananas in Pajamas.'' I muttered quietly. He didn't say anything. Instead he just nodded. We sat in silence. Then I felt a hand under my butt. I looked up at Joseph but, Joseph acted like nothing was happening. "I-Im going to go in the backyard.'' I got up and walked to the backyard. Once I got to the backyard, I ran as fast as my little legs would carry me. I didn't understand completely about what was going on, all I knew was that, what Joseph was doing was not right. It hurt. It hurt knowing that I was too weak to do anything about it. I already knew for sure that if I told somebody they wouldn't beleive me. They would probably say ''why would anyone do bad things to a three year old?'' It's ridiculous to think they would do anything about it anyway.

The weekend roled around and that ment I was going to my mom's house. I was excited. I got the stuff that Richard had ready for me for the weekend and went outside. There, I got into the back of the van. I was never allowed to be in the front and I never argued. We rode in silence. The only thing that was keeping it that way was the fact that I ignored what ever he said. I heard him say things such as, ''you seem quiet.'' Or ''why do you always play by yourself. You should play with Jason.'' Either way, I didn't answer.

Once we got to my moms house, Richard went to go talk to my mom while I ran to my room. "Hi Aisha!'' I heard my moms friend, Laura, say in a childish voice. I hated when people talked to me in a childish voice like I would only know what their saying if they talked like idiots. I kept walking. I don't like adults. I never did. They annoyed me. "Hey, Aisha!'' My mom called as she came into the room. "Mike's not home so we won't go to Burger King.'' I looked at her dissapointed. Mike was her boyfriend. They weren't in a good relationship but my mom stayed, thinking that their relationship would change into something good. "We'll go another time.'' My mom pattedvmy head then left. I opened my backpack and took out the coloring books that were inside it followed by a 64 pack of crayons with the sharpaner in the back. I started to color and when I finished it I showed it to my mother. "Wow!'' She looked at it in awe. The thing is, I knew that she didn't mean her excitment. She took it and showed it to Laura. "Wow! Aisha that's really good!'' She picked me up. "Thats really good!'' Her breath was too much to handle, I wriggled out of her grip. "Where are you going.'' She said once again sounding like and idiot. "..my room..'I mumbled. Now that I think about it, I never really talked that much and when I did, I never talked loud enough. There, I continued to color in the coloring book I had colored in earlier. "Hi, Mike.'' I heard Laura say from the other room. I went out to go see mike. "Hi, Laura.'' The two didn't like each other. "Hi, Aisha.'' He looked down to me. I then evaded to my bedroom. "I'm going to go.'' I heard Laura say as the front door closed. I went to the bathroom now that Laura left. Suddenly I heard yelling. I knew what that meant. It meant that I was going to stay in the bathroom for a long time. When ever my mother and Mike argued, I was always scared that Mike would hit my mother. Not because I was scared for her but, because I was afraid that if ,Mike hit my mom then I would be next. Soon the yelling came closer. Why couldn't I use the bathroom in peace. I started to wimper, scared that Mike was going to come in and hit me. Then the yelling stopped and the bathroom door began to open...