Hurt & Abused

chapter 2

It wasn't always like this . I use to be happy and free before , that was before my dad passed away and before my mom deciding it was okay to get a man that raped and beats your children . yeah CHILDREN , my mom and dad had two kids together I wasn't always the oldest I had an older brother named jamaal . He was my bestfriend , until he left .. I never understood why he left or exactly when he left ,all I know is what my mom told me I remember it just like it was yesterday .
It was November 25 I had just woke up for school I was in the 4th grade I believe and Jamaal was in the 7th grade he was three years older than me so that morning he woke me up for school earlier than usual we played some games and then it was time for me to get dressed and ready for school that morning I realized he didn't have his bookbag on like he usually would because his bus came right after mine and he would have no time to go back and get it . I asked him where it was and before he could answer my bus was pulling up he said " I love you little one and don't ever let anyone tell you different mook" and I remember coming home from school that day running up to his room only to see all his stuff was gone I seen a card on the desk that read " mook I love you more than anyone could imagine I just had to go away for awhile but I'll be back for you
Love jamaal 💜
I never did understand why he would just leave like that but I was starting to question why I couldn't come with him . I bet I would have a better lifestyle and I wouldn't get abused or raped every night . I'm 17 and never had a real boyfriend in my life I also never really had friends either just my bestfriend . Boys always seemed to like her more than me I would wonder why but never questioned it I only realized she had the nice clothes and shoes and me well my clothes aren't that bad but I only have two pairs of shoes one pair of boots for the winter and sandals for the summer.

School is starting tomorrow and I can't wait 8 hours away from my house soo much better than getting tortured. No one knows that I get abused except for my mom and bestfriend, I just feel like this is my year to shine . Senior year will either make me or break me for good .