What will he think? ~ Ro'meave Brothers

T W E N T Y O N E

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Vylad's POV

"In your room!" My dad's voice boomed, sending chills down my spine. He held a belt in his hand and a broken beer bottle in the other.

I scurried. My face hidden behind my sleeve. Tears rolled down my faced, hitting the floor. "Hurry! You don't another beating! Do you?!"

I ran faster than ever into my door behind me. I didn't slam the door. I shut it slowly, not wanting father to yell again. Not again, never again... Please...

"And stay in there!" He shouted.

I sobbed into my pillow, letting the tears out. I didn't like it here, I want to run away and never come back. Me and my brothers... We can survive, right?

I wish they were here... They make things easier. But, it's just me and father today and for the rest of the week.

"Stop crying, you big baby!" A bottle smashed on the wall outside my door. I closed my eyes, trying to make the yelling and noise go away...

I hate him with all my heart.
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     A dream. It was dream.

I looked around the dusty basement. It was disgusting down here, but, I appreciate the fact that Aphmau let me stay here none the less.

That was a horrible dream...

It was so vivid. I can still hear and see him. His evil voice echoing throughout the entire house, shaking small objects. How he will loom over me like I was just a small wind-up toy.

     Dante would make this better... He would be able to find a way to make me better. Even if I'm having a good day, him being there with me would make it a even better day.

I reach for my phone. The sudden brightness blinding me for a slight second. It's six o' clock in the morning...

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