Kick. Punch. On a daily basis.
My mother died in a car crash two years ago. While my father is in his room, contemplating suicide, my brother abuses me and my two little sisters.
When I get home, I unpack my bag and go to my room, where I find my two little sisters playing with their dolls. "Come on," I say. "He's on his way home." I take my sisters and hide them in the closet. I then hide myself under the bed. The front door clicks. He's home.
"Come out, Come out, wherever you are" He says in a choked up- raspy voice. I hear footsteps coming up the stairs. I hold my breath, and pray that no matter what my sisters will be safe. More footsteps up the stairs. Oh god, he brought his friends over again. Those days would be the worse. His friends never touched my sisters though, which I was thankful for. But they showed no mercy on me. Louis and Harry come in and sit on the bed. My brother follows. "Little sister..." he says. He checks under the bed. "Hey boys, she's in here." Louis drags me out, and places me on the chair by my desk.
"What do you want?" I ask. I must sound brave. Never be afraid.
"You know exactly what we want." Harry says in a fierce, low tone voice. I just noticed his British accent. They start insulting me. Ugly, fat, worthless, then Louis strikes me. Hard. I feel blood come from my nose. "Watch it, man" says Harry. "That was too rough".
While the others are insulting me, Harry just watches with a worried look on his face. "What?" Louis says. "Won't hit a lady?" Harry comes and slaps me. "Shut up, Tomlinson"
"She's boring" says Louis. He and my brother go downstairs. Harry is still here, just standing.
Harry kneels down, so we're on eye level. He whispers in my ear "I'll help you escape, forever."
