A time to remember

Brooke Poole

I awaken to the sound of my alarm clock going off, scaring the shit out of me. I hit the snooze button, and look around the room slowly. My black curtains are still closed, blocking the sun. I get out of bed and put a pair of socks on my feet, one blue and purple striped sock, and one plain green sock. I begin to walk downstairs, but before I even reach the second step, I'm grabbed from behind and; the feeling of kisses spread to my neck. I shriek as I realize who it is. It's my twenty two year old brother. Ever since my parents died last year, I've been living with my brother, Damien. Our mother had died of cancer two years ago, and our dad fell into a deep depression and killed himself last year. It's been hard on both of us, but harder on me, because I've been being molested and harassed by my own brother. The older guy whose always stuck up for me when people would pick on me, the guy whose been there when I'm sitting alone crying in my room, thinking I'm not good enough to be here. I should've known something was up when I turned thirteen. After I had blown out my candles, I had went to my room and laid on my bed playing on my new phone when Damien walked in closing the door behind him. He had told me he had a surprise for me, and that since I was a young woman now, that he could give it to me after all these years of waiting. I had asked him what it was; that was a big mistake. I should've screamed for help right then... But I didn't. He had taken my phone and blasted music, to drown out my screams for help. Damien had pushed me against the bed and began to rape me. He kept saying that it was going to be okay, and that it would all be over soon.
It was about fifteen minutes later when he was finished 'playing' with me, as what he had called it. And from that point on, he's always been molesting me. Touching me when I was sleeping, walking in on me when I was in the shower... And he would join me. Anything you could think of, he did it.
I'm used to it now, so it's no surprise when he grabbed me at the foot of the stairs kissing my neck. I sigh and turn to him saying , "Damien stop, today is not the day." I continue to walk downstairs heading into the kitchen to get some cereal. He follows right behind me , standing behind me while I make the food. He twirls my long brown hair between his fingers as he smells my hair. "New shampoo I'm guessing? It smells different than the last." Damien had said. I respond with, "yes." He rolls his eyes and said "and where did you get the money for that?" "From working. Something you never do." I turn around flipping my hair behind me. "Bitch what did you say to me?" He said yanking my hair back. "Get out and go to school Brooke. If your not home by 6:30 PM, I'm coming after you." He had said. I nod at him and run out, with tears streaming down my face. I pass by a man driving a light green van. He stops his car to roll down my window and asks if I'm okay. "Hey girly, are you okay?" He said looking concerned. "Yeah I'm fine." I say, whipping  tears from my face. "Do you go to Monte high?" He asks me. I look at him and say "Y-yeah, why?" , He stares at me and smiles, looking friendly. "Because I'm headed there right now. I could give you a ride so you don't walk in this rain." , I look at him curiously and decide to accept his offer. He unlocks the front seat door for me, and I hop in, thanking him for the free ride as we drive to Monte High.