It wasn't the first time he's hit me. For the past five years he would usually come home after drinking and do this. At least this time it looked like he had a reason... He oddly didn't ever hit my brother when he was drunk. To him Johnathan might as well not exist. But anyways I went upstairs and yelled at my brother to get out of my room so he couldn't see what dad did or me crying.
"Bryan I was listening to the player though!" Johnathan yelled through my door as the album was still playing in my room.
"Just go!" I managed to hide the pain in my voice. "You can get it back later...Ok?!" I heard him sigh and he agreed to leave me alone.
I looked at my hand which I wrapped in my shirt. It was burned a little to it and it hurt to pull apart. "Shit!" My left hand was mostly unharmed but my right was burned really bad. I could smell the burnt flesh and I almost puked. I spent probaby an hour crying in my room over my burns when I realized I couldn't stay here anymore with him...
I was going to leave...
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The Bryan Chronicle
Teen FictionThis is a story of the vampire Bryan and how he became the monster he is in SocialRebelGirl's story. I really enjoyed her characters and it inspired me to do a tie in novel. I'd be thrilled if she would make this an official tie in. I'm usually not...
