My brothers used to hit me,really hard. My parents never cared. They used to slap me across my bruised face for screaming to loud cause the neighbors could hear me. They were more scared of the cops taking there sons away then there smallest little girls getting choked or beaten to death. Not all of its very clear,like I'm dumb,that's what my parents tell me but one time sticks out in my mind,it's so vivid.
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My oldest brother Trey had me under the coffee table,he won't stop kicking me in the stomach,I keep reaching and pleading for my brother Zack to help me but he just stands there watching like he's helpless. Then Trey goes on this rant bought how women are lower than men and we deserve it,I remember every word,they were twisted ideas from my parents,words they planted and he spun around,then Zack helped in and while he was kicking my gut Trey called dad because that whole time I was just screaming and screaming because the pain was so bad but when Trey finally got dad on the phone I managed to burst out "DADDY HELP ME THERE HURTING ME!" Over and over in bloody murder and Trey and dad just kept talking away and I tried to get louder and louder so daddy would hear me but I thought he didn't,after a while I was still curled up under the tabled whispering those words when dad burst through the door,cherry red. "DADDY YOU CA-" that was all I got out before ...........
"BOOOO HOOO CRY BABBY! DO YOU THINK THIS IS FUNNY. OWWWWWWWWHHHHHH DAAAAAAADDDDDDYYYYYY HELP ME THERE HURTING ME! GO TO YOUR ROOM!" When I couldn't move from the shock he picked me out of the fetal position by my hair and my chin. I bet he thought I couldn't see the new video games he got the boys under his arm when he dropped they throwing me against the steeps,its hurt so bad I let out a whale and he put his hand up like he was going to hit me and I ran I was so scared. We lived in a old house then. So I went upstairs and hide under my bed,after a while when I poked my head out I could hear the boys having fun so I crept over to the middle of the floor and pulled up a square of wood that looked like floorboard that revealed a decorated whole that once served as a crude heating vent it was just big enough to stick my head down to see the boys play all the video games they had asked for while tears rolled out of my eyes,no one ever noticed me,not even when that room became my brothers,I was good at hiding,no one knew bought that whole for years,until my brothers found it. I called it my wishing whole cause everything I saw from it. I wished for.
