My brother,
Confident, brave, strong,
Mean-ish, funny, crazy,
An odd ball, but actually quite loveable.
He likes to have the upper hand.
I guess from everything he's been through.
He hides it quite well. I don't know how.
He's never told anyone about it.
I can tell he still fears it
He can't hide it from me.
My dad.
My dad is my brother's biggeat fear,
He is mine as well.
What my dad used to do will haunt us forever.
My brother, a little boy.
Me, even younger.
Whenever i think about it, i can alwayse still hear my brother's screams.
The blank look on my mom's face as she stares anywhere but at my dad and brother.
Me, staring in horror as i watch my dad pick my brother up by the neck and throw him at a wall, then kick him until my brothers have no air left.
I was scared
I wanted to help my brother
Especially when he would crawl to my mom, gasping for air saying "mama... Mama help me i cannot breath."
It would happen more than once.
But not once would my mom jump in and help him.
I hated it.
I never want something like that to happen ever again.
The soft crying...
The fear in his eyes...
My brother.
He likes to have the upper hand.
I guess from everything he's been through.
He hides it well. I don't know how.
He never told anyone about it.
I can tell he still fears it, tho
He can't hide it from me.
My dear brother, i am so, so sorry.
