Run.

I was running. Away from that place I called a home, away from my troubles, away from him. The boy I a always looked up too when I was younger, the one that pushed me on the swingset when we were younger, the one who taught me how to ride a bike, the big brother I always thought would protect me, the one who called me Sophi.. instead of Sophia. My Brother. The boy I've been terrified of ever since the day... our parents died in a car accident. He was 17, I was 12. When he found out... he went crazy. He was really close to my Dad, unlike other father, son relationships.. I remember when him and Dad used to play catch ik the front yard, even when he turned into a teen ager. I was younger, so I don't really remember that much... I'm 15 now and since my parents died when I was 12 my brother had been a bad alcoholic.. he started hitting me, and then eventually he got to.. raping me.. I became very scared of my older brother that I used to love and have a good relationship with. But now. After 3 years of him beating and raping me every day.. I couldn't handle it. So I ran.