Bent

□CHAPTER:01

How I made it this far in life without a mental breakdown is beyond my understanding.

I thought that I would have already committed suicide by now but I'm still standing strong. Fighting and waiting for the day that I can finally leave this hell hole I call 'home'.

Does it even deserve that name? I don't think so, no.
To me; a home is a place where you feel safe and secure. It's a place where you're comfortable in your own skin and a place where you aren't afraid to make mistakes and learn from them with the help of your elders. A home is supposed to be filled with love and kindness and people who don't judge you in anyway. That's what a home is to me.

Unfortunately that is the opposite of the house I'm supposedly expected to call 'my home.'

It's quite sad if you ask me. My parents are nothing like what parents are supposed to be. They don't care about me. How they even still remember I exist is far beyond what I can comprehend as normal. For them at least.

I live in a world where every dog is for themselves. That's how I was raised and that's how my mentality has to go about it's functioning.

My dad, Edgar Ronalds, the town's favourite mechanic. A man with honour and a good heart. A man that is kind hearted and has a good sense of humour. Edgar Ronalds is a people's person and everyone loves him. Everyone except for me at least.

I have no reason to love this man. He is a pretender. He pretends to be a good person to the world but behind closed doors he is nothing but an abusive ass who has no problem hurting his one and only daughter and two sons. Whenever someone makes him angry at work, he bottles it up, comes home and takes it out on me or my younger brother. He abuses my brothers and I, both physically and emotionally. So much for being one of the town's favourite hey? He is as fake as a Ken doll and his wife, Patricia Ronalds is worse!

She pretends as if she loves us to the whole world and that she's the type of mom that cooks every night and forces the family to have dinner together so that they can bond. The lady hasn't touched a pot in over sixteen years and I'm pretty sure she hates us. What kind of a mother does nothing when her husband beats his and her own kids black and blue. So much for unconditional love huh?

Even though I have horrible parents my brothers are my rockstars. We stick together and we always defend each other. No matter what we will always care for each other and we made a vow to never separate from each other and also to keep each other safe. We promised that when we are older we would NEVER allow anyone to hurt our children the way that these two people hurt theirs. Especially without reason like they have none.

Evan Ronalds, the eldest of us all is turning nineteen next year. He has been working as a maths tutor for many kids after graduating from high school and has been saving up money. He said that when he becomes legal he is going to get an apartment and he is going to take us with to live with him and away from the monsters. We'll figure out the rest from there. Now he is finally legal and right now he's just trying to get the paper work ready and is looking for an aforable apartment big enough for the three of us.

My younger brother, Kevin Ronalds is turning eleven years old in three weeks. He is such a sweetheart. At his young age he still protects me from my dad. Both him and Evan feel the need to protect me because I'm the only girl. I always fight for them too. Especially Kev, because he is so young. It's disgusting what our father does to us. Since we were toddlers. The man is sick.