Dominic

"they looked like the family i never had"

I opened my front door and walked out of my house. I needed some fresh air and wanted to roam the city for a while. I was going to live here so I might as well have to get used to it.

Before I got into my car, I saw Samantha exiting Dominic's house. She looked angry and upset. She yelled inside the house, but the door slammed shut on her.

She groaned furiously. Samantha stomped off the driveway and started heading back to her house. She didn't seem to notice me and I didn't stop her. She went inside her house and I could hear the door slam once again.

I watched in confusion, but decided that it wasn't my business so I shouldn't interfere. I got into my car and drove off to the city.

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I walked down my staircase, putting a shirt on.

The front door shot open and my sister stood there looking worried and angry.

"Why are you acting like you don't care? She wants the both of us to go stay with her for a while so we could comfort her!" she shouted.

I simply stood there and didn't react. "The only reason she wants me there is to have me marry that one daughter in the McClain family so she could have all the money in the world." Samantha walked up to me. "She wants you to have a good life, Dominic. You should have a girlfriend or at least a fiancée!" I sat down on my couch. "I have no interest in social affairs."

"Bullshit!" Samantha cried. "Mom is all alone! Dad left us when we were young and you want to let her suffer like that? Why do you hate her so much? She's made mistakes, but you treat her like she doesn't matter to you. I know she wouldn't do such things!" 

The only reason why Samantha is on my mom's side is because my mom never treated her like how she treated me. I understood why my father had left us. He wanted to end it all for his childrens' sake. But he couldn't take us with him. He did promise to come back so he could let us escape from this hellhole. But it was just an empty promise. 

I had two other brothers. We used to live together and used to be close as ever, but after graduating and all, we separated.

My "mother" would always make us take care of Samantha when she was just a baby and a toddler. If she heard any cries or whines from Sam, we would get punished.

"Is it that hard to put the baby to sleep?! You all are useless, you morons!" she would scream. We would hold back the insults. But I couldn't when I was sixteen.

One day she just crossed the line. She hit Samantha. After hitting her, she pushed her down the stairs because Sammy didn't bring her the cigarette box.

Samantha's forehead had split open and she lost a lot of blood. Miraculously, she survived but had a horrible concussion. My sister lost her memory and I never wanted to remind her of how her life was before the so-called accident. Her relationship with her brothers grew apart and with being an only girl, she went towards her mother. Since then, Samantha has always been my mom's little girl. My brothers and I have always been the ones who had to take responsibility and action.

I ran away when I was seventeen and I started living with my dad. My brothers were 18 and 19 at the time so they had already run away as well. But my dad had already remarried to another woman and they had a daughter. They looked like the family I never had.

Once I turned eighteen, I said left and went to find a home somewhere else. I moved here and started a new life in peace. I was alone, but I was free. Unfortunately, Samantha had found me and wanted to know all the reasons why I did what I did.

I never told her because I didn't want to be reminded of the accident, the beatings, the way Mom would always come home every night with a different man.

It was torture and I didn't want to see my sister go through the depression again. I wanted to be a good brother, but I had failed.

We started getting into fights and I would yell and scream. She would cry and hit. I knew that she couldn't take it here, but she followed Mom's directions and stayed here to watch me. It was like she was the older child. Maybe I never got the same treatment she did. Maybe I just wasn't meant to be the older brother.

Everything I did, I did for Sammy. It cost me a lot, but I was willing to continue. I was ready for anything that woman was going to throw at me, literally. It almost cost my life, along with my brothers', and it almost cost my sister hers, but through thick and thin, we were able to get back on our feet. 

But I doubt anything would bring us back together.

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