I'm may not be a very good a writer but my story must be heard so here goes.
I was born in to a family that consisted of my older brother chase, my mother Joe Anna and "him" my father who iv hated since I was 4 I'll skip to then when I was 4 then . .
I was playing with my brother he was pretending to be a horse and I jumped on his back giggling and smiling , but suddenly I heard the door bang and slurred shouting , chase stiffend and lifted me off his back and telling me to go hide in his room , I nodded and ran upstairs with my teddy bear Alison clutch to my chest .
I heard my brother shouting telling him to leave are mum alone then I heard banging and my brother's cries of pain , I started crying holding my teddy bear closely saying that they are just arguing but as I got older I realised how wrong I was ..
After that day chase changed he'd always been protective but now he bearly left me alone in the house and always waljed around either with the hood of his jumper pulled over his face or with his his head hung looking down he never looked proud anyone like he once had.
