It never stops

Now

Life as before was simple, loving, fun. But now it's so different. Now it's difficult, angry, hateful. If we make noise that's annoying we're screamed at. If we say we don't like something that's too damn bad and we can get the fuck over it. I don't understand how it's been four years of this shit and nobody does anything. I say I'm going to do something but I don't actually do it because I'm scared. Terrified actually. I've seen what he's done to my brothers and my mom. I'm too afraid that will happen to me. I think the worst part is he barely ever leaves bruises. It's like he knows when to stop so there wont be bruises and nobody will become suspicious. He knows just how to get away with it. I tell people. I tell the people closest to me, but nonody can actually do anything. And if i were to tell somebody authorative it'd just be us kids' words against his. My mom would probably just find a way to avoid it. She always does. She'll argue with him whenever his punishment is out of hand but she never really does anything because she's afraid. Just as we are. She doesn't stick up for us anymore either. She just tells us to let it "roll off our shoulders" or to "let it go in one ear and out the other". I think she just doesn't know anymore. I can't really blame her, though, I wouldn't know either. Though I wish she would actually attempt to put a stop to it. But, hey, we all wish things....