Already broken and bruised

Already broken and bruised(1)

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Chapter 1

I make my way down the stairs knowing if I didn't hurry up my mom would get mad. She would have a rant like Thomas always did, my dad to sadly clarify, an I would have to stand there and act like I cared. As I made my way farther down the stairs I stop when I hear screams and shouts.one belonging to my mom the other to my dad. The one person I never wanted to hear again.

"Get out Thomas!" I hear my mom yell. But I know he wouldn't listen. He must have found out that after three years my mom re- married. I know he doesn't like it but I still don't know what to do I'm just standing on the bottom step, waiting for I don't know what. I'm greeted by more yells.

"Whatever Tom!" my sixteen-year-old twin sister Madi yells as she slams the kitchen door closed making me shudder.

"I am your father!" my dad yells back and I feel like crying. He never acted like a father to me, it was hard for me to even look at him without remembering all the thing he ever did to me.

"Not anymore!" Madi yells back as she comes into view rolling her eyes, something we both often did.

"Don't go in there Maylee, Tom or should I say FATHER," she says emphasizing the "father"

"... Is in a very bad mood. Maybe you could tell by the way he drove two hours to get here hoping to give mom a piece of his mind. Not that he has much of a mind to give." I know Madi's trying to lighten the mood but the comment can only bring me to smile. To distract myself from my screaming parents I look at what Madi's wearing. Yes sadly I said parents. My dad was still my dad even though everything he ever did to me was still there. I realized me and Madi were almost wearing the same thing. My white Hollister sweatshirt, white headband and white keds all matched Madi. The only difference was she was wearing black yoga pants and I was wearing dark gray.

Madi and I are pretty much the same all the way around. Our hair the same color dark drown. Our hair the same length, a little past our shoulders so pretty long. Our eyes both down as down can be, and our height sad to say 5 '6

"Where's Caroline and the boys?" I ask Madi wondering where my four younger sibling are. Most likely hiding in the game room like I wanted to be doing right now.

"I don't know probably in the game room." Madi answers. I knew it!

"Do you want to take a walk with me to the bank?" Madi asks and at first I'm a little shocked that on a Saturday at twelve o'clock my sister wants to go to the bank. But I hide my shock-ness.

"Why?" I ask but already grabbing my white fleece North Face and opening the front door. The coldness from the early November air here in Colorado wraps around me as I put on my North Face. Feeling glad that I were pants and didn't listen to my little brother Caleb's protest that it was going to be 60 degrees today. Cold to a normal person, warm to him.

"Oh just because," Madi says answering my question. I know she's hiding something but I really don't care. I see my dad come storming out of the kitchen his face red with anger. If it was possible there would be steam coming out of his ears I'm sure of it. My mom behind him constantly saying don't touch my children, an he would always answer their mine too.

The events from the years before fill my mind as his face comes into full view now. All the pain I felt, all the times that he hurt me and only me. I look down at the burn on my hand. The burn that he caused when he thought that I needed to be taught a lesson. I run my hand over the distorted skin and feel like just breaking down and sobbing. But I cant, I need to be strong. But all the memories of all the scares just keep on flowing back.