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Chapter 11 Dominic. (Everyone remembers the girl with red hair)

TW (ABU$E)

"God, can you not do anything right?" He yells, I'm trembling with fear, as are my brothers. "I-I'm sorry I thought I did it!" Andrew screams, tears running down his face, his eyes puffy from crying earlier. I glanced over to my mother who was sitting on the couch with a bloody nose knowing that we were probably next. "I don't even know why I had children!" He screams, "You can't even do a simple task I ask you! I didn't even want you." I hear Carlos next to me gasp, "Wh- What?" Andrews voice breaking, "Father that's enough, I'll make sure he does it next time." I tell him wanting to grab Andy away from him. "NO!" He shouts at me, "HE SHOULD FUCKING KNOW BETTER, ITS NOT ROCKET SCIENCE TO DO SOMETHING THAT FUCKING SIMPLE LIKE GETTING A GOOD GRADE ON A TEST!" "He's in kindergarten, you expect him to know everything?" Carlos yells back, "You know what? Let this be a lesson so you know what will happen to you if you talk back to me again." In a swift moment I see my father reach for his belt and all I hear is Andrew screa-

I jerk up from my bed, drenched in sweat, gasping for air. "What the fuck?" I jump out of bed running to the bathroom to splash cold water onto my face. My muscles relax once the water hits my face. I stay there standing for a moment until I walk into the bedroom again, I look at the clock, 11? Damn I had slept in, too much for that matter. I knew my mother would be pissed at me knowing I woke up so late. I put on a black shirt and walk downstairs getting ready to be yelled at by my mother but instead I was only greeted with Carlos and Andrew, they were dressed in sweatshirts and jeans.

"Where's mom?" I ask them, "She's getting ready, don't you remember that she said she was taking us into town today?" Andrew answers "Fuck. I forgot." I say, "If you get ready fast enough you won't have to listen to her complain." Carlos says to me, signaling to the stairs behind me. "Give me 10 minutes!" I say running back up the stairs and to my room

I quickly run back into the bathroom and brush my teeth. I had forgotten to bring toothpaste so for the past 3 days I've had to use the cinnamon toothpaste that was in the bathroom. I hate cinnamon toothpaste. I gag when I smell the cinnamon. I didn't have time for a shower so my hair was just going to have to stay messy. I grab a pair of jeans from the closet from on the bench, then grab a black sweatshirt from the hangers on top. I was praying that my mother wasn't ready yet because I knew I would get yelled at and would have to listen to her complain. I run back down the stairs and hear Andrew say, "Wow 8 minutes and 43 seconds, I figured you were going to take a shower and be longer." "You timed it?" I asked. "Yup, I wanted to see how long you would take." I roll my eyes, "Did mom come out?" I asked Carlos. "She only came out to grab her purse off the counter, she asked where you were and I said you had to go to the bathroom before we left, then she walked back into her room." "Thank god." I breathe out. "Boys, are you ready to go?" We hear her yell. "Yes mom" We yell back, following her voice to the front door.

We all got into the car and it was quite cramped in the back with Andrew and I sitting back there, Mom and Carlos sitting in the front. I glance over to Andrew and notice he's smiling at his phone, "Who has you smiling at your phone huh? Who are you texting?" I ask, doing the normal big brother thing where you annoy and embarrass them. "It better not be that whore that you met a few months ago, I swear Andrew if you are texting her I'm breaking your fucking phone." Mom yells from the driver's seat, "No mom, I'm not, I'm texting Devin from class he sent me a funny video about a dog and I was smiling at it." Andrew says in a panic. I watch as the rage drains from her eyes, "Oh it's Devin? Tell him that I said hi." She says in a calm voice going back to humming her song. Feeling bad I almost got him in trouble I get out my phone from my back pocket and text him:

Hey I'm sorry I almost got you in trouble.

He write back: