Bruises

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It's time for my daily beating from my dad. He's beat me for as long as I can remember. I'm 15 years old, but I'm really short for my age. I can never get away from him because he brings me to school, and he picks me up from school. I do have a brother, but he's only 7. I try protecting him, but when I do my dad just picks me up and throws me across the room. I always end up with bruises.
My name is Bryce. I am slim with short, blonde hair and the bluest eyes you could find.
My little brother's name is Andrew. He is my mini me. He looks just like me, except, his eyes are less bluer than mine, but pretty close.
My dad is a strong man, he has big muscles and abs. That's why I have a lot of bruises.
"Son, get in here, did you make this mess?"
I looked at him with a confused face.
"I don't know what you're talking about?"
"Well if you didn't make this mess, and your dumbass brother didn't make this mess, than who did?"
"Well, you didn't think of you doing it!" I said.
"What did you say?" My dad said, with an angry face. His face scares me sometimes.
"I said that you made this mess," I said, "And you're trying to blame it on us, right?"
"Come here," said my dad.
He slapped me across the face so hard it knocked me to the ground. My little brother screamed, "Bryce!"
He tried to run to me, but my dad grabbed him.
"Where do you think your going, little ass wipe?"
Andrew couldn't say anything, he got so scared. He threw him on top of me.
"Oww," said Andrew, he started crying.
I hugged him.
"Don't worry, it was just a scratch," I whispered to him.
"Quit being such a baby!" My dad told him.
He walked out of the room, and went to go watch TV.
***
The next day, my dad dropped me off at school.
"Have a wonderful day, son," my dad said.
I just looked at him like what the heck is wrong with you. Then, I figured out he's just acting like he's a great dad in front of everyone.
I saw my best friend, Shawn, walking toward me.
Shawn is the same height as me, he has brown, wavy hair with hazel-brown eyes.
"Hey Bryce!" He said.
"Hey, what's up!" I replied.
We walked all the way to my locker talking.
"I wish you could've hung out with us over the weekend, why couldn't you come?"
I looked at him. I couldn't tell him that I get abused. If I did, my dad would kill me, and I mean literally.
"Um, no reason, I was just really busy at home."
"Oh, well, I'll see you later, I can not be late to class again!" Shawn said.
"Okay, bye!" I said.
As I was putting my backpack away, I notice a girl standing on the other end of the hallway.
I wish she would notice me, I thought.
But then, I thought, Stop staring, she doesn't like me, nobody likes me!
I closed my locker and went straight to my first period class, which is biology.
On the way to class, I accidentally bumped into somebody with my left arm. I felt lots of pain, and I remembered, I have a huge bruise on that arm. I walked all the way to class, suffering through the pain.