Looks Are Deceiving

Introduction

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My name is Amelia, I am fourteen born on April the fifth 2001, I have a good amount of friends who are always there for me, in my group of 11 there is:
Myra my best friend that is a girl, she has gorgeous big hazel eyes with blonde curly hair and fair skin, she is the perfect size, a dancer, smart, athletic, the ideal woman who has a wonderful personality.
Kainda my second best girl friend, with dark silky skin bright blue-green eyes and ombre frizzy hair, she is curvy, flirty and a little (lot) dirty, she is funny pretty and an all round awesome chick
Oskar he is my closest guy friend, he is South African he has lightly tanned skin, with light brown hair and brown eyes, the has a strong build and loves Gridiron, he is awesome and extremely flirtatious towards ALL girls
They are my best friends and of course there are more but they are really just the people that I hang around, I don't fully trust them but I do a little, they know about the bullying, not the troubles from home though. Only Myra, Kainda and Oskar know those and they don't even know half of it.
People think my life is fantastic, but behind closed doors, its hell. No one would understand what I have to go through at home, because its different from the people who go through domestic violence, it is domestic, but its more like torture then anything. My parents hide my scars where people won't see them, I have gotten used to always wearing long pants. The scars are on my back, stomach, legs and feet. I don't go swimming, I never have been swimming. No one has been inside my house, they know where I live but no one come in, when we have friends or family over we stay out side and we never invite them over in the winter. My father made the shed into an out house so that people don't have to go inside to do there business.
The inside of my house, is an ordinary two story house with a lot of rooms house, but its a maze and if someone went inside to find the toilet then they might stumble into one of the rooms that is 'private' so we don't let people inside. I have a brother, he is three years older than me, and he is the one who started the scars his name is Luca, he is an asshole. Everyone sees him as the perfect boy from the perfect family with the perfect smiley sister but he has no remorse whatsoever. I hate him so much, I hate me because of him. But when I was about five my parents walked in on him punching me and cutting me, I thought that they were going to stop him but they just rolled their eyes and told him to make sure he doesn't leave any marks were people will be able to see them. When I was eight my father walked into my room at eleven at night and he took my panties off from under my nighty and played with me. My brother then found out and him and dad raped me when I was eleven, my mum didn't even care she saw what was going on and said, "I didn't even want another child, better yet a girl."
I still have nightmares of it.
When this guy in my school that I like tried to get me into bed I was thirteen. By then they had stopped raping me but they guy found out I wasn't a virgin and spread it around the school, no one liked me except the small amount of eleven people I hang around, and in a co-ed school of nearly 1000 people having only 11 on your side is nothing.