Fearless

Another day...

I woke up to the smell of old, rotting alcohol drifting around the house... he would always do this, and by 'he' I meant my so-called father.

He beats me and my brother but mostly me because I try to save my brother Liam from the painful slaps and daggers of glass and more... my wonderful and beautiful mother gave me a gold locket with emeralds and diamonds around it, on the back of the beautiful piece of jewellery it even said ' I love you, and always will, even from heaven I will, keep on smiling, for me'

It was the only present I kept away from my 'dad'... That doesn't always mean I try to keep all of them... he had found them and ripped them to shreds, I also had a ring, bracelet and earrings to match... they were all hers, past down from generations to generations.

As for my brother.. he got a silver necklace with rubies in it... he also got a matching bracelet, ring and I don't know why but, earrings... he didn't want to embarrass himself in front of the school or dad so I took the bracelet and earrings and he kept the others I wore his things every day...

I turned to my brother in the other side of the bed and shook him up " Liam, Liam" he grunted and didn't even stir so I twirled his silky curls in my hand and whispered to myself loud enough so he could hear it " too bad I might have to shave his precious curls off " I said again, my 18 year old brother didn't do anything, so I got off the bed and pulled the sheets off, including him.. I heard a silent scream and then an 'Ow' after... He came over to me and said in my face looking annoyed and serious... " that was a new one" and with that he got up and walked over to me and he picked up and held my locket in his hand and he silently whispered " I miss her and I wish we could get out of this mess "

I nodded, agreeing also, and pointed downstairs and he nodded signalling that I should go... I went downstairs with him following... I saw that the tv was on and I gulped as I saw my dads head turn slightly to face the noise...

I picked my older brother up and quietly ran up the stairs.. I told him to pack his stuff in a suitcase and put it under the bed just in case we need to get out of here fast.... I finished packing first and told Liam that I would steal some food and some of dads cash for him..... in total I stole about 20 dollars, 4 apples and 3 sandwiches each...

We packed our bags and crept downstairs once again, only to find that dad was nowhere to be seen... I walked out the back door with Liam following me....

We had to walk to school like always before I heard a familiar voice say ' your so strong, keep going' I looked back to Liam to see that he had heard it too... I mouthed ' what?' And he mouthed back ' it sounded like mum ' and when he said that a stray tear fell from his and my eyes....