Broken

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*FLASHBACK*

They took it in turns, hitting me, spitting on me, making my life hell. Dad was the worst, his fists like rough bricks pounding into me. Mum had her ways too...

Her hands would sting my skin, nails cutting into me. They hated me and I didn't know why.

I felt woozy, breathless. Like they had punched the life out of me. I was used to the bruising, the ache of wanting to be loved. I shuddered as their icy stares held me to the ground.

"Waste of space," dad spat.

Mum always looked guilty after a beating, her face white, eyes wide. She turned on her heels, running away from my tear-stained face...

I woke up screaming and crying. My body ached like it had happened yesterday, clamy and hot. My heart pounded in my chest, the tears pouring out. Their eyes flashed in my head, continuously hurting me. I never felt safe...

My parents had been in prison for 6 years now, everyday as long as long as the next. I remember the day the police knocked on the door so vividly...

*FLASHBACK*

They locked me in the cupboard they put me in when they couldn't even bare to look at me. I heard the sheer panic in their voices as they shoved me in.

"What the hell are we gonna say?!" mum cried.

I peered through the small crack in the door, the dim light streaming in.

"Shut up!" dad shouted, slapping mum across the face.

The police barged into the house, grabbing them and ushering them out. They shouted and cursed, pleading not guilty...

I was free, or so I thought.

I eventually fell asleep again trying to take my mind off it.