He hates me. He hates me and it's all my fault Lillian gets treated like this. I shook my head. Why? Why? Why!?! I slammed my fist into the wall, watching it concave in where I hit it leaving a big whole. Dang it. I sat down on my bed and pulled out a pen and notebook. I needed to make a plan to get Lillian and I out of this house. Being mistreated and abused every day of my life is killing me from the inside. Im only nine, nine years of age and I do not need this anymore. Im tired of it all and I am going to change it, to save my sister and I.
I threw the notebook and pen on my desk. I can't do this. I can not act like this. How can two 8 year olds survive on their own. I sighed and leaned back in my chair. Five months. Five months is when how long all of this was happening, when all of this torture began. I was overreacting yet I am tired of all of this.
"Children its time for dinner." my mother called for us.
I walked down the stays and say that everyone else was already at the table, I took my seat next to my sister. On the plate in front of me I saw something that disgusted me. Not that it was the food, just the thought of eating what one of them cooked; most likely poisoned.
"Excuse me can I be excused?" Lillian asked.
"No." my father answered.
"But I don't feel so good daddy." she replied.
"No."
"But daddy.."
"NO NO NO." He shouted, slamming his fist on the table. "You are not allowed to leave and go cry in your room."
Lillian's face filled with fear and horror as tears builded up in her eyes.
"Please don't tell me you are crying." Mom told her. Lillian did not respond. "Could you please not cry?! This is supposed to be quality family time," she reached up and grabbed the front of her shirt," and either you or your brother ruin it!"
Lill pushed our mother back, making her stumble back, and she ran to her room. Mom got up and fixed herself.
"What a brat!" She responded.
"Don't call my sister that." I said.
" What did you say to me?"
" Don't. Call. My. Sister. That." I answered her.
" Hey don't back talk your mother." Father responded.
"I don't care. I don't care about you or mom. I just want out of this house!" I shouted. I felt my anger build up.
"You little," My dad stood up and came over to me and picked me up and threw me on the ground."You little worthless brat! Go to your room and don't come down."
Pain went threw by back from the fall. I picked my self up and walked up the stairs. "I can do whatever I want to." I mumbled. I could here my dad punch the wall.
I stopped in front of Lillian's door, I could hear her crying from out in the hallway. I sighed and knocked. " Lill, are you okay?"
"I'm fine." she sniffled. " I'm fine."
Then I walked to my room and collapsed on my bed. Its over, everything is over. After what just happened tonight I am done, so done.
"Excuse me young sir, I'm here to give you your medicine." I heard one of our housekeepers speak from outside. She then opened my door and walked in with a tray. On it contained four pills, each a different color, and a large glass of water. "I Wil just send this down here."
"Ummm.... Miss Rosie." I mumbled. " Can I ask you something?"
"Sure dear."
"What should I do about my life?" She was silent for a moment and put her hand on my shoulder.
" I don't know what to tell you but you parents did liked you and your sister once. I don't know if they really loved the both of y'all are not, but they always discussed things about y'all. They even talk about the same things when visitors are over." She paused. "I hope this does not discourage you but... don't do something you will regret later."she looked at her watch. " I have to get going now."
"Oh thank you Miss!" I wrapped my arms around her.
" You are welcome dear, now take care sweetie. " She left my room.
I walked over to where she placed the four pills. I was told to always take these and I listened. And that if I don't, I would get very sick. Looking down at the them, I placed them in my hand. Should I or should I not, I thought. I placed the pills in a container on my desk and placed the container in a drawer. I'm going to change things tonight, but what if what Miss Rosie said was right. What if I did something I regretted later?
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