She began telling him what happened.
"After my mom died we all took it really hard but we all had different ways to cope with it and I was the only one who coped with a safe thing. I would walk on the beach everyday and let my mind get caught up in the crashing of the waves. My brother joined a new friend group and began getting into drugs. my dad would go straight from work to the bar and not come home till late. It didn't start bad. Only a few days I would come home to being threatened but it was all empty threats at first. The first time they actually hurt me was one time I came home and my dad was angry for some reason. he broke his beer bottle and pointed it at me. I said something I don't know what and he Swung and cut me on the cheek. it was all down hill after that." She started
" every night it got worse and worse I would come home and my brother would always be there him and his friends. Once they realize how helpless I was they started taking advantage of me. I was their slave and there toy to use whenever they felt I was needed. I knew if I tried to fight back they would hurt me more. I continuously would get shoved and cut and hit no matter what I did it was like living hell." She started silently crying.
He sat there quiet for a while and then asked "what do you mean taking advantage of you?"
She gave him a look that told him the answer he was afraid to hear.
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Sweet messed up love
Teen FictionA girl hiding from everyone finds someone she doesn't have to hide from Fare warning I didn't realize when I started writing this story how deep it was going to get and some of the topics mentioned and implied may be triggering or hard to read so i...
