Home invasion

Garbage

The one thing that my brother said was that goths people and kids were garbage!    Something that I took personally!  
"You have to many piercings and tattoos!" He said.

"Why wear to much black,"

and the same time I would start calling him out off his prejudices against my subcultures the one thing that I did not realize was the fact that he had a deep hatred for goths and started the beatings on me!   Funny I hated fat drunks who beat on random subs cultures and made it justified!  I don't know why he hates goths as I find that people in the goth community are better then this piece of shit!    I would have to go to the idiot bigot every month and we would find that he would physically and emotionally abuse me!     He was also into stuff that I deemed illegal, or at least senseable Society would find illegal and immoral!   Let's put it that why!

when I was visiting him he was in an especially foul mood and started yelling at me!  As he found this. He started to beat be senseless!    To within an inch of my life as he was beating beat repeatedly until I went unconscious!  That was all that I remember then I came to he was gone and had written 9n the wall that he will kill me if I told anyone!  As I crawled to the phone I dialed 911 and started to breath heavily and moaning in pain! 

then I heard the dispatch say that they get help after I moaned the address!!  The relief of being saved was replaced with the dread of my own grousome death was overwhelming!   I was  carried of my ambulance and I struggled to tell the police about what happened!  But the knew of the threat written on the wall!  As the saw that investigating the crime Scene!  As I told them about what happened, I also told them that I was garbage!  

the doctor over heard that and request for a psychiatrist to help me through this rough time!  For month after the hospital stay!  I would see the psychiatrist but would still look over my shoulder for him coming after me.   But he was ne there!  It was when the working diagnosis was PTSD!  When I heard those four letters I knew i had to do something to help someone else!  That was when I remembered when I was 14 I wanted to be an FBI agent!  That urge to help and make a difference in the world was coming back with a vengeance!  I wanted it be an FBI agent! 

months after I was seen as mentally and physically stable I went to apply for the FBI and to be a special agent!    But I did not know that I was going to be accepted despite the PTSD that I suffered from!  I always had a good head on my shoulders!  When I was told to start 20 weeks of Taining I did not think that I was going to find love in the beautiful FBI academy!  About the the fourth week I got the eye of when f the train agents!  One Fitz Malone!  He was  handsome and clean cut!

he was starting to flirt with me subtitlely  until I realized that he actually was attracted  to me.   I did not know what to do.  Then when time he asked me if he could kiss me!  It was a tender kiss  that I must say that was romantic but passionate!  In his arms I started to feel safe, actually safe!

the relationship was evolving with a spit fire speed!  I was afraid that I was going to get hurt emotionally!  But he reassured that he was cheated on before!

then at night I was  kissing him, making out with Fitzgerald as he was starting to crossed  the line between  making out and love making!  I opened my dorm door and started making our way to my bed!   There we would make love, the first morning after that he treated me like another trainnee!  But when the night came he made love to me intensely and passionately! 

"Is raven your real name?" He smiled and kissed me deeply! 

"Yes!" I said.

"beautiful," he said. 

we started to entwine our bodies intimately and  would whisper sweet things to me ear!  One of the things was that I was not garbage!  

I smiled every time!  I never been happy with out him! 

after the 20 weeks I was 1 week pregnant with his child, only to find that he was married but he was dedicated to me and not his wife!  He would come to me  until I was able to officially work as a special agent!  He was my surpriser and we still continued our love affair!

that was when he said that he divorced her, his wife!

I was overjoyed and he then told me that he found someone else!   Again I felt like garbage!   But I could not tear my self down because of my child that I had growing in me!