When Will It End?

Chapter One

DING

    I sigh as I hear my phone notification, knowing I wouldn't be able to check it until I finished my chores, which I had already done twice - But of course, it wasn't good enough for my parents.
    I was pissed off. I'd been cleaning since I woke up that morning and had only stopped once. My body was aching and my fingers were pruned by the time I finished washing and drying the dishes for the third time. I tried to keep my face as blank as possible as my mother passed through the kitchen, blanking me completely. When she had gone, I sighed, folding the dish cloth and letting the dirty water out of the sink. Cracking my knuckles, I made my way into the living room, reaching for my phone and sitting on the sofa with a soft sigh of relief. My brothers sat on either side of me and I pulled my phone closer to my chest; I didn't need them to find out my password and use my phone to illegally download video games on the Internet.
    I smiled as I saw a message from my friend Anna, who lived in India.

ANNA: Yooo sis! How are you???

    Before I could write a reply, I heard my mother heading upstairs, and my stepfather calling me. I locked my phone and placed it onto the table, fixing my brothers with an Icy glare as a warning that they would lose their hands if they touched my phone, then made my way into the garage. I entered and faked a smile, trying to ignore the cigarette smoke which lingered in the air and made a home in my lungs.
    "Sit down then, idiot," My stepfather rolled his eyes and so I did, sitting in the unoccupied office chair facing his computer desk, but alas, I was not that lucky. He rolled his chair back and and patted his knee. I tried to remain emotionless as I moved to perch myself on his lap.
    "Your mum's being a complete bitch again," he grumbled, wrapping his arms around my waist tightly.
    "What's she doing now?" I asked, trying to seem interested enough that he wouldn't start to get mad.
    "Just constantly complaining," I nodded and tried not to shake, my awkward nature threatening to once again let slip how uncomfortable I was feeling with this situation, "That little bastard behaving himself in there?" He asked, and I knew, after all the similar conversations we'd had in the past, that he was referring to Bradley, my eldest younger brother. I shrugged, glancing at the computer screen In front of us before answering.
    "He was just watching TV when I left,"
    "He's been playing up all fucking day," I heard, and I had to bite my lip to stay quiet; Bradley was diagnosed with ADHD, so he did act up Sometimes, but he'd actually been behaving really well for the past couple of weeks.
    Before anything else could get said, we heard my mother coming back downstairs, so within a minute, he quickly grabbed my face, pulling me In for a rushed kiss, and I grabbed his coffee cup, on the pretense that I was getting him a refill, like I had so many times before as an excuse for being alone with her husband.
   After refilling his coffee, I went back into the living room, finally able to reply to my friend.

ME: Hey, I'm good, you?

ANNA: I'm good!! But I can tell you're not! What's wrong? Talk to me sis.

ME: It's nothing. Just feeling a bit shit.

ANNA: Why???? Do I need to come over and beat a bitch??

ME: No haha. My stepdad is being weird again, that's all.

ANNA: In what way?

ME: It's nothing, don't worry sis

ANNA: Listen, if it's making you feel shit, it's not nothing, OK? Now spill.

    I sighed, knowing she wouldn't drop it until I told her.

ME: IDK, he's just being creepy sometimes. He like, waits until my mum isn't around and then calls me in to him and he'll like, hug me and kiss me and try to use tongue and touch my ass and compliment my body and use his hands to feel and stuff. It just makes me feel uncomfortable, especially when he makes me call him Mia instead of Mark...

    I put my phone in my lap and tried to watch TV, but quickly got a succession of messages, all from Anna.

ANNA: Taylor...
ANNA: Sis
ANNA: You need to tell someone.
ANNA: A teacher
ANNA: The police
ANNA: ANYONE!
ANNA: Please.

ME: Why? It just makes me uncomfortable? I can handle it, don't worry!

ANNA: ....No sweetie... that's abuse...

A/N: Hey guys, well what a shitty chapter this is. Although, I haven't slept for a week and I'm writing this at almost 3am, so maybe that has something to do with it? Also, this story is heavily based on real life events, so if any negative comments about ANYTHING in this book get written, you WILL be blocked and reported. As a survivor of everything in the trigger warnings, I do not take jokes or negative comments lightly. You have been warned. If you are triggered by anything on this book, PLEASE DO NOT READ!!