the ABUSED and the CAGE FIGHTER

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The next two days were my personal hell. Dad had always drank but now he was way worse and he beat mom and me even when the loaders were here moving our stuff.

He even had sex with her in front of one of the movers before he could take the bed apart and move it with the rest of the stuff.

I felt so sorry for our mother because it was getting worse than it used to be.

When I was 6 years old mom had a job and dad was different. He wasn't abusive but when dad went and picked her up from her job a customer was hitting on Lacie, my mother, like a flirtaious way and dad didn't like it very much.

That night was also the first night he hit her. I tried to stop it but he just threw me up against the wall and said "If you ever do that again, I'll kill both of you."

A year later mom got pregnant and dad turned to his normal self again.

But once David turned 2 years old he started drinking and beating both of us.

I once again tried to stop the fight and. the next day while dad was at work mom took me to the E.R. to get me checked out.

I had to get a cast and once dad saw my purple cast he threw mom away from me and slapped me.

He told me that a cast was a sign of a weakness and he didn't like weaknesses. That night was also the first night that he almost raped me.

Mom wouldn't give it to him so he burst into my room in a drunken stupor and thought he could do me, his own freaking daughter. I screamed and soon afterwards the police were called by David.

Poor thing, I feared what Junior would do to him when he got out of jail the next day.

We went to grandma's, the evil old witch, my father called her.

The mover's just looked after me and David until it was 7p.m. and they had to leave to get off work.

"Hi. My name's Phil, what's your's?" the worker asked me.

"I'm-I'm Brittany." I replied, while I kept looking at the door frame waiting for him to show up.

"Well Brittany, if you and your mom need anything, anything at all, you call me ok?"

He handed me a card with his name and phone number on it and I just nodded.

"Thank you." I said when dad yelled at me to get inside because he wanted dinner.

I grimanced before running inside to see what damage he had done to momma now.

Mom was no where to be seen and I gulped as he looked at me maliciously.

He pulled me inside and pinned me up against the wall and took the card Phil gave me and tore it with one hand and with his other he punched my cheek and I heard a sickening crack.

David, now being 9 years old had hit a rebellious stage and had came up behind dad and punched his back.

"NOOOOOO DAVID RUN! RUN NOW!" I screamed.

"SHUT UP YOU LITTLE BITCH!" Dad yelled at me. He then slapped me in the face and I couldn't see. But Dad started to shout at David but I seen him atleast I thought I did and I pointed to the stairs.

He looked at me and then the stairs and back at me. "GO" I whispered.

David took off up the stairs. My jaw was tingling and I started to see stars but before I passed out Dad kicked me so hard in the stomach I almost puked.

I then passed out and when I woke up I felt someone lightly touching my cheek.

I winced at the soft touch, I opened my eyes and I seen David. I then started to see red because his eye was black and his lip was stained red, it looked busted open still.

I ground my teeth together. I was so mad at myself. I couldn't have that. I vowed to myself that I would protect him. I would protect him from our father. But I couldn't I realized. I started to feel the tears leak down my face.

"Don't cry sissy. It'll be okay. Let's go, let's just leave, please sissy. He-he scares me." David begged me.

My jaw started hurting worse whenever I tried to move it but I couldn't be weak in front of David. I had to show that I was strong and fearless.

"I wish we could little man, but-but we just can't. We don't have anywhere to go. I wish we did or else we've been a long time ago." I sighed.

The pain in my cheek was starting to throb and I decided we were going to sleep near one another just like old times. I wasn't going to let him out of my sight not for one instant.

I looked at the clock and I had been out for atleast 3 hours, next time I would die for sure. I wasn't ever out that long before.

We trudged upstairs and I locked my bedroom door as well mine and David shared bathroom door. I also checked my locked windows.

I would always be protecting him, David. I turned on my lamp light and looked in my mirrow and seen my cheek.

It was bruised and very purple and almost black. It was so swollen it was starting to get hard to see out of my left eye. I couldn't look at it anymore. I brushed my hair lightly and very easy in front of my cheek.

The trip to our new home was a very long ride plus two plane rides. We had moved from Florida to London. As in London England, it was very weird for me to move to another country.

It was very beautiful though. The outside was yellow and it looked very unique. It was like something from a story book.

The inside was just as beautiful. The living was all white and I gulped. I knew it would be stained with bad memories and blood soon, if Dad started beating us like always.

The kitchen was huge. It had a big storage closet also. It was all wooden and the fridge was a upscale frigerator. It had 3 doors. I was starting to like this place.

I went upstairs which were spiral, which I thought was also just pure awesomeness. I took David with me. I wasn't about to let Dad harm him again. I would always protect him.

I went up to the stairs and 3 doors later I went in my bedroom. Aw! Phil had already set it up, atleast I hope it was. I put my stuff down and turned around to find Mom coming in and half smiling.

"Well what you think so far?" she asked, while putting down some little boxes.

"I like it, but I'm also scared for what could happen, ya know? Maybe this move will change him?" I had hoped.

She only smiled and said "Me too, but come on before he starts yelling and the neighbors start coming so we can all unpack some more things.

With one last look at my new room I headed downstairs to help them unpack.