Brotherly Love [Discontinued]

Chapter 1

My name is Ashley Avyanna Tolucon. I was born on September 5th 1975, and I am 25 years old. My mom is dead, my dad is in jail, and I have a 28 year old brother named Jake.

I am NOT crazy.

My dad started beating my mom way before I was born. When my mom was pregnant with my brother, she had begged her husband not to beat her until the baby was born. He agreed. As soon as they brought Jake Ryan Tolucon (Tolucon was my father's last name it means destroyer. It fits doesn't it?) home he began beating my mother again. When my mother became pregnant with me, my dad started beating Jake instead of her. She didn't like it, but what could she do? He was only 5 years old when the beatings started. When I was brought home from the hospital, my dad decided that the saying "Two is better than one" applied with abusing "loved" ones. So he beat my mother and my brother weekly. Once I was 3 years old he began to give me weekly beatings as well.

My brother was somewhat of my protecter. My mom was to busy trying to take all the blame for my dad's ways to comfort us. Jake would hold me after each beating and let me cry until I fell asleep in his arms. He stayed for me. He had plenty of friends who knew about his situation, only the kids knew they always promised not to tell the adults, and told him they would gladly take him in. He wouldn't leave me though. He would never leave me alone in that house with the monster we called dad not even for all the money in the world.

The day after I turned 5 my mom committed suicide. My dad blamed me for her death. He started beating me and Jake more and more. Soon he was beating us twice a day every day. He said he beat us because we looked too much like our mother with our blonde hair, tan skin, and blue eyes. You might think this was his way of grieving for her and that maybe he loved her deep down, but no he was only sad that he had lost a punching bag.

I hate him. I genuinely hate him.

The only truly happy memories I have from my childhood was when the monster was away cheating on my mother. He did that once every two months, and he would be gone for at least a week each time. He ran his life including the beatings, the cheating, everything like clockwork. He was arrested two months after my mom died for domestic abuse.

That was when my life turned around.

That was when I met Jay.