I'm Clare. I have brown hair and eyes of multi colors. My brother and I have been abused for years now. I'm 12 and he is 16. Our father died when I was 5, and our mom wants us out of her life. We miss our father greatly, and I think that's why mother beats us. I don't blame her, but I don't agree with what she does. Every night she comes home from the bar and blames us for not coming/going home with a man. we try to stay out of her way.
My brother is named Arthur. Blue eyes and blonde hair adorn his face and head. Scars stretch across his arm and forehead. He tries to protect me from our mother. Each night I hide in a small hollowed-out nightstand and he takes the beating. Tonight was the worst so far.
"Arthur," I mangled to whimper, " your bleeding. did she cut you?" He replied, " I'm fine, and you don't need to worry about me. You need to be safe, and that's all that matters." "Ok" I said quietly.
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Escape
AçãoClare and Arthur are two siblings trying to escape there abusive mother. They struggle to escape the horrors that they faced and are continuing to face. With injuries and locked in a room, their hopes to escape seem to die.
