Empty promises / septiplier

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Jack.

Right from when I was a baby my life was destined for trouble , empty , broken , everything bad. But most inpotantly empty and broken promises.

The first words I heard weren't the "oh its a boy" crap. I heard " I'm going to make a good life for you my son... Sean"

I grew up until I was two in an apartment with my mum she'd promise me that we could go out the next day and she wouldn't come home drunk but she always did. More. Empty. Promising. I'd lie on my bed in pitch black as she didn't pay the bills sometimes. She come in drum sometimes I'd hear a man come in too. I was always scared. She never told them about me. They were always so strong as I could hear. THis went on till I was five. I started becoming independent. Bt defiantly not fully. I didn't go to school. She forgot about everything. Eventually after missing 5 months of school I got a tutor who understood. I was only 5 years old. I didn't understand somethings.

Like what my mum did. She was married now to someone in was incredibly scared of. But I was aloud to come out of hiding now. I'd lie on the sofa and the walk past when they got in with another strong person. My 'dad' would disappear early in the morning. And my mum would come out with bruises it was as if he was bringing home these other people to hurt her. Littler did I know , he did.

By the age of seven they'd broken up. Mum promised me a proper dad this time. With a better house. Two more empty promises.

She got married on my birthday that everyone forgot about.

We did move but just to a flat with an extra room. My 'parents' slept in the master bedroom. My step sisters who were twins slept in a room. My step teenage brother slept in a room. I was forgotten about.  I had to sleep on he floor of the twins rooms. They were two years younger than me.

But when they got to 11. It was inappropriate for a 13 year old to sleep in the same room. My step dad chucked out my stuff into my step brother room. Who was a nice kid , Bu hated me.

Then mum became pregnant. Had a baby. And I was 15 . My step brother wanted the baby brother in his room. So as it was his son my step dad chucked me out. My step brother was 17. He was gong to move out soon.

I began sleeping on the sofa. I didn't have blankets. I was promised a bed and some blankets. Empty promises.

When I was 16 we moved to Los Angeles. We how had four  bedrooms. As we had a house. Adults one. Twin one. Other twin one. New child one. My older step brother moved in with his Mates. I continued to sleep on the sofa. My new school. I was scared of corse.

So that's my introduction. Now here's my story.

Written by josh.