Every day I hear screaming ,cries,and gun shots.As a teenager I try to forget the pain that I experience as a child.My mother would scream " Die you evil bitch , you are not my child ." She would look at my brother with hate.She said that she hope the god would send us to hell.My father would sit there and laugh.With my grandfather dead we had no protector.With a drunk as a father and a evil Christian women as a mother me and my brother life was like hell at home.At school I was a straight A student until my grandfather died .My teacher named Mrs.Hynes told me that she knew what happen and she would help me get through it .I told her how life was at home .How my grandfather really die .Soon enough school was over, I walked home. I saw my brother bloody, burned up,and crying outside the house . I carried the 10 year old to the back of the house to get the water hose and clean him up. Barley enough to speak he told me that my dad beat him with a frying pan,cut his wrist,and pour hot grease on his arms.That's when I called Mrs.Hynes to come take me and my brother to the hospital.With serious injuries my mother came in with a a hateful look on her face.towards Mrs. Hynes she snapped at the nurse saying that to do a nothing to my brother.Once we left the hospital my "mother" told Mrs. Hynes to take me home and cut her wrist or leave me alone .
