I hate my abusive Father but fell in love with my Sweet brother <3 [ ON HOLD]

I hate my abusive Father but fell in love with my Sweet brother <3

Chapter 1

I walk out of my bathroom after taking care of my cuts on my wrist. No i don't cut myself! My dad gave them to me.

He was drunk and I was cooking dinner and he wanted to help but the knife "Slipped" and made 2 big gashes in my wrist. After

that happened he yelled at me for dripping my blood all over the Kitchen floor and slapped me. He walked away calling me a stupid bitch.

I walked over to my bed and climbed in to it. My whole left arm aches. I suddenly was snapped right out of focus on my arm and looked at the direction of the door.

Their stood my father with a wine bottles in his hands. Don't be surprised he only has wine bottles this time! He usually has 6 in his arms. He glared at me and threw one at my

forehead. I groaned and rubbed it. Awesome another cut and bruise to add to my collection. Great he's drunk. Again. (Hint the sarcasm)

"What the hell are you looking at?!" He yelled

"Nothing dad. What do you want?"

"Hey watch the way you talk to me you little bitch I take care of you!" He scowled me. That is a bunch of BS and we both know it! I HAVE TO take care of my self. Yeah he gives me money to satisfied my

needs. What my Jackass dad doesn't understand is that he could give me anything a girl would ever want but, he can't buy my love. He abuse me and thinks it will all be okay. My dad is going to

be the death of me. I am SO sure! He continued talking after I stayed silent just staring at him. He took the hint that i was waiting for him to go on.

"Your brother is coming to visit. You fat ass better not fuck this up I am gonna hang out with my son that you drove away. It wasn't enough for you to kill your mom was it. You just couldn't kill

him too so you had to drive him away. He said he would like to staying for 2 months. So clean up ALL your shit! He is gonna sleep in the spare room across the hall form your room. If he needs anything get it Rosalie,

got it?" He was SO drunk I could barely understand him all came out in a big slur. He is such a Ass wipe. Getting drunk is like brushing his teeth for him, it has to happen! Abusing me is like breathing for him it comes naturally.

When you breath you don't think twice. Well when he is about to slap me in the face he doesn't think twice about connecting his hand with my face HARD. The worst part is that in the morning he doesn't remember anything and when he sees

the bruises, and cuts he blames it on my boyfriend Nick. That's not even the best part. (Hint the sarcasm.) He grounds me for something Nick didn't do! I am actually NOT a fat ass. I have a slim athletic hour glass figure with shoulder length dirty

blonde hair, green eyes, and a full chest but not to big. Yeah I'm beautiful..... And I HATE it! Guys use me to try and get sex. But the little man-whores don't get shit for me. Yes I am still a virgin and I am proud. I haven't done it with Nick and he is

okay with that. I want to lose my virginity with someone that is willing to wait for me, for me to be ready. One of my boyfriends saw how big my house was and found out that my dad was a VERY famous lawyer and tried to rob the house at night.

My dad was out of the country and I saved the house from my ex. That's right I called the cops on his scrawny ass! My dad should have ben proud of me but, of course he blamed me. For my punishment he K.O. me out cold and gave me a black eye.

"Ok dad I understand. Get what ever he wants when ever he wants it got it! When is he coming!?" I asked excitedly. I haven't seen my brother Jake in 8 years. He's 26 years old. I don't know what he look like, what he likes to do for fun, what his best friends

name is, or if he has a best friend, I don't even know what his favorite color is?! The last memories I have of my brother isn't a really good one but I still treasure it because it's the only memories i have of him. It was on cool fall day it was a couple of days before Halloween he deiced to take me for

ice cream. He also said he had something to tell me. I can't believe how stupid I was how did I not worry and get freaked out about it, I don't know Well then again I was 10 and he was 18. So I guess my stupidity is excusable. Any way when we got their he bought me my usually.

chocolate and vanilla twist with chocolate sprinkles but he got me a LARGE. I was SO happy I jumped up and down screaming with joy! He laughed at me and picked me up but I still remember his laugh was on edge. Once we got our ice cream and sat down at a table. He slowly started

to tell what his "Secret" was. When he finish I looked at him shocked and in denial. I smashed my ice cream all over his face he was shocked but before he could say anything I jumped off from on top of the table and ran back home, which was a 15 minute run there at the most. When I got there

I went in to my room slammed the door and locked it. I laid on my bed for, i felt like 5 minutes before I had Jake pounding on the door and yelling for me to get out. I don't know why he tried to get me out so bad. But he spent DAYS sitting at my door and only left to go to the bathroom quick.

He kept say that he was sorry and wished I could come with him. The night he was leaving he broke down the door to my room because I wouldn't open it. He ran over to me and engulfed me in a tight hug and told me he would come to visit as soon as he could, said he loved and left leaving in his place

a kiss on my cheek. I wouldn't come out of my room for a week. My dad started beating me 2 weeks after my brother left. On top of my brother leaving and my mom dyeing he couldn't handle the anger, and the sadness so he took it out on me, and started drinking. I know it's not a good memory of my brother but it's the only on

I have and as far as I'm concerned I don't care if it's a bad one.

"Your Brother is coming tomorrow morning his flight comes in at 10:00. You should know what time he arrives at the house you picking him up." He said it like it was the most obvious answer in the world. Dumb Shit.

"What! Why can't you get him tomorrow is Saturday! MY SATURDAY! I don't want to get up at 9:00 AM and get ready to get my brother at the airport." I love yeah but it is gonna be freaking Saturday tomorrow!

"Oh yeah sorry what am I thinking! Your right since you know, you do SO much around the house. Your ALWAYS helping me." He said while rolling his eyes. Fucking smart ass.

"Fine whatever I'll pick him up tomorrow! But when I come back I am going straight back to bed!"

"I don't care just stay the hell out of my way tomorrow! Kay?"

"Uhhhmmmm. Got it good night." I said while climbing in to my bed. He walked out of my room and slammed the door behind him. I jumped out of bed, ran to my door and locked it. I do NOT need to be hit by another bottle tonight! Especially when I need to get up at 9:00 AM to get my brother!

I don't even know how I am gonna explain all these bruises and cuts to Jake. He doesn't know dad beats me. I plan to keep it that way. I don't know how I will keep it a secret for 2 months but I Will. My dad gives me at least one bruise at night because he's drunk every night. He has to ask sometime, EVERYONE asks even Nick but he can't know, they both just CAN'T know.

Well I guess we'll have to see how the first night goes. 'I wouldn't stay another night again after spending the night with the Duchesses' CRAZY dad!' I thought to myself while setting my alarm clock, for fucking 9:00AM. On a god damn SATURDAY. MY SATURDAY!

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