I don't really know how to start this, but I guess we should go all the way back to the beginning.
It was breakfast, I would always help mom cook before my brother woke up in the morning. At this time I only had One little brother, Anthony. He was four years old right now and the happiest four year old you would ever meet. As I was flipping the flapjacks I heard my dad walk down from his bedroom in his black robe we bought him for last Christmas that he loved so much and honestly refused to ever take off and get dressed to go out. He came up behind my mom and whispered in her ear, my mother smiled and laughed and said breakfast was almost done so he returned to the table to sit down. At this point I could hear Anthony running down the stairs and running behind me and giving my hips a tight hug and telling me good morning in his soft morning voice he always had I couldn't help but laugh and smile and hug him. After we got breakfast done we set the table and we all sat down as a family. My father looked over to my brother and I and smiled and said he had a big surprise for us coming today, We both looked at him confused knowing at this point our family was not very wealthy and could barley afford our light bill. All of a sudden their was a car horn outside and then before my dad could reach the door two very loud knocks were received onto the door echoing into the quiet house. My dad opened the door and talked for a minute and then shut it and walked back in, but this time two boys followed behind him, Scott and Matthew. Our two new twin adopted brothers who we knew nothing about at all was standing right in front of us. Anthony seemed confused but I could tell he was excited, Me on the other hand was not.
A couple nights passed I was getting use to my new brothers finding out we had stuff in common and that I was still the oldest was calming my nerves a little until I found out I was getting my own room and had to leave Anthony with the two twins. I was not very excited about the arrangements my parents made without me concerning me, but I did it for Anthony so he wouldn't get upset and acted like everything was fine. Every night I still tucked him in, but one night the twins were staring at me very oddly so I had to see what was wrong with them and I ended up having to start tucking them in every night too and we all started to become a huge happy family. Until breakfast one day,
My dad was out drinking last night left my mom here with us, he cane home in the morning drunk still while I was preparing flapjacks with mom he came over and laughed and looked over at my mom and shook his head and hissed under his breath something at her I couldn't make out. My mother flinched and tried to ignore him and act okay for me not to worry, she couldn't pretend for long. My father grabbed her arms and screamed that she was a selfish bitch at the top of his voice, I looked at them both confused and not knowing what to do I tried to get his hands off her which just made him kick me down and laugh at me on the ground. My brothers were walking downstairs, I couldn't let them see this so I rushed up and said breakfast started late so go color me a picture they all raced to beat each other and I called the police, well.. I attempted too. My dad grabbed my hair and slammed me on the ground and told me I was worthless and a mistake along with my brother. I could see my mom out the corner of my eye on the ground crying, it made me feel awful, it made me feel worthless, and useless. I got up and just stared at him, at that exact moment I no longer saw that man as my dad but as a stranger who was hurting my family. I grabbed the fire extinguisher and got ready to swing at him, my mother caught my hands and begged me to stop and just forget about it... I did. I put it down, I grabbed my moms hand and took her upstairs and got my brothers in the same room as fast as I could and locked the door. For a whole hour my dad tried to break down the door told me he would burn down our house said he would kill us. We all slept in that room that night no food that entire day. I did stop from hitting that man but I would never forget what he just did.
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