My brother was never this mean and hurtful before he was once nice and sweet.
But then something changed... something changed him and I never knew what it was.
He always used to care for me when I was a little girl until one day he came home and everything changed.....
*Flashback*
"BRIANNA LASHAY TAYLOR"!!
"Yes...damn Tre' where are you"?
*Gasps* "Don't ever scare me like Tre' " *Laughs*
*Laughs* "It's ok Bri i won't"
"Out of nowhere he just hits me in my face"
"Ow what the hell was that for"?
"Then he hits me again..but this time it was harder so it made me fall on the floor I didn't even do anything wrong...he has never in his life hit me I don't know what was wrong with him"
"Watch your fucking mouth Bri"
"Your not my father Tre' and why did you hit me"?
"Cause you was cursing bri"
"What's that supposed to mean...and what do you want anyway"?
"I don't remember"
"So you called my full name to come down here out of my bed for nothing"
*Laughs* "yep"
"You know what your an ass"
"I got up off the floor without Tre's help and pushed him out the way... Biggest Mistake....he grabbed me by my hair and started beating me in the face like I was a dude on the street I cried for help but I know that was no use cause no one was here but me and him...I didn't know what to do, I tried to fight back but the more I tried the more violent he was. He would drag me all around the house, beat me in the face, push my head in the wall leaving big holes...he wanted to make sure that I was hurt and he did. When he was finished he looked at me like he never has before his eyes was red like he was crying but he wasn't he was angry..you could see it in his eyes all the anger so, when he walked out the house and I started crying loud and screaming I didn't even care if the neighbors could hear me. I tried to get up but my legs were so weak so I just used the rail to get to my room and once I did I got back in my bed and started crying more...I never felt so hurt in my life why me? Why would anyone want to hurt their baby sister like this? After all the thinking I started to drift off to sleep".
The next day...
"I woke up in full pain from what he did to me last night and I still don't understand why would anyone in the world would hurt their baby sister?...I got up out the bed and went in the bathroom and I was speechless....all I seen was red bruises everywhere and I burst out in tears. I was hurt from what he did to me so I walked out the bathroom to see Tre' standing in my doorway.
"Hey Bri...I see your up"
"Stay away from me please" *crying*
"Bri please let me explain"
"No Tre' please just go away.."
"Bri please give me a chance"
"Why are you in my room"?
"I wanna apologize....I'm sorry Bri i..I never meant to hurt you I just..I don't know what got into me"
*Cries*
YOU ARE READING
My Abusive Brother
Teen FictionBrianna Taylor is a young girl from Atlanta Georgia and goes to Jefferson Davis High School in Montgomery Alabama ..she has a brother named Tre' who has been abusing her since she was 12 Tre' is 18 and she is 16.... their relationship has grew apart...