Baby I Would. (An original Justin Bieber love story)

My eyelashes flickered, my vision was incredibly blurred and I was seeing large spots which clouded the image. What happened to me? Where am I? I could make out a faint pattern, resembling the one on the floor I had hit so many times before. Not again.

In my head, emotionally, I was no longer living. I was only living if you can call being constantly beaten down as you finally find the courage to get back up. This, I was treated to by everyone.

Dad drinks, constantly. After coming home, after possibly days of his absence he will take anything and everything out on me.  I am blamed for his disintegrating marriage, the speck of my blood on the walls, the nonexistence of food on the table. I am his escape, his way out.

Then there’s my mum. She has more problems than dad, she is an addict. She has visions, and not the good, inspirational kind. The kind that she believes they are hunting her. I don’t know who, but she is convinced it is real and therefore sucked into a false reality. It hurts, to see someone like that but like my dad, in a different; yet still twisted way, it’s my fault.

My parents must have some unspoken agreement, if something goes wrong; Blame Caitlyn, beat Caitlyn, punish Caitlyn, abuse Caitlyn. I never understood, why me.

In a way I am glad it’s me though. If they touched my little brother, Alex, I don’t know what I would do. He is only nine, at least I’m seventeen. I was only his age when this started; it was never as bad however. I would only get a shove into the wall and things thrown at me.

Alex is the reason I can’t run. What would happen to him? He could end up dead. That scares me so much, more than anything my parents could do to me. Seeing him hurt after a bad day at school kills me enough.

As soon as I get my own apartment, I’m reporting my parents and taking custody of Alex. I will give him everything he needs so badly from his insufficient parents. Like love, they don’t hurt him but they don’t give him the love he deserves. He is such a beautiful kid; inside and out, how he is the product of our parents and how he stayed like that when he grows up around this, I will never comprehend.

I tried to pull myself up, I don’t know how I got on the floor but only my arms hurt. Surprising, usually my head is bruised and pounding and my bones feel broken. It makes no sense. I managed to support myself on a railing on the wall. Bathroom; I made a mental note, I don’t think I’ve ever been beaten in here. I looked around, searching for evidence of what happened. My eyes land on the ledge of the bath tub. What I saw stunned me, this had only ever happened once before. Mum. She did it again.  

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Hello there, this is my first ever fanfict !!

There's the intro I know it wasn't very long but i will upload the next chapter soon, hope you enjoyed :)

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