after hanging around at the park, and teaching me guitar, we thought we should head back before the devil's woke up. we got back to the house and before we were able to open the door, it flew open. then we were dragged into the house and thrown on the floor.
"WHERE WERE YOU TWO NO GOOD FOR ANYTHING AT?!" my dad shouted. I flinched back and Ryan leaned over me protecting me. My dad punched him in the face. "NO! LEAVE HIM ALONE!" I cried out. "WHAT DID YOU SAY TO ME?!" he yelled spitting on me taking his belt off.
"DON'T TOUCH HIM!" I screamed in tears. he started to hit me with his belt hard, in the face, my sides, stomach, and legs. Ryan got up trying to push him off me, but dad shoved him into the wall. he continued to beat me for about 15 more minutes as I cried out in agony...it got worse...he then turned to Ry, and best him.
Ryan stayed strong knowing I was watching . he was in soo much pain, I couldn't just watch. I got up and kicked my dad between the legs and bit his neck. he screamed in pain as I helped my brother to his feet. I was going to regret that later, but of do anything for my best friend.
my dad punched me in the face knocking me to the ground and the wind was knocked out of me. my body ached, sore from thw abuse. Ryan socked my dad and knocked him out cold, he limped over to me,b picking me up carefully, as I winced in pain.
"come on.your staying with me on my room tonight." he limped all the way up taking deep breaths as he did so. we got to his room, and he took me in the bathroom. he took his clothes off standing in his boxers. he was covered in welts, bleeding, and beginning to form bruises.
I did the same in my bra and panties. he looked at my wounds cleaning me up as i sobbed. he stiched me up and bandaged me. I served him the same way.
he handed me one of his over sized shirts to wear as a night gown. he slipped on some sweats and a tank top. we crawled into bed in agonizing pain. he put a pillow between us and held me close. I sobbed into the pillow in pain. it was going to be a rough night.
-the next morning-
I woke up, and looked over at the other side of the bed. to find him no where in the bed. then I heard water running, from inside his bathroom and shouting. I tensed up knowing he did this when I wasn't around him, because he wanted to stay strong for me. it killed me hearing his pained screamed...I broke into tears again.
we got ready for school and I started to walk down for breakfast. my dad found me and started beating me...I tried to scream out but he knocked me out everything went black...that was the last thing I remember...
