His Broken......

Prolouge..

As a child, I always wanted to grow up as fast as possible, thought being an adult should be more protected, always wanted what my older siblings has "Freedom", my siblings are old enough to make their decisions, they only come home during the holidays with their spouses and kids, while am stuck here with our parents.
Am the last child of my parents and the mistake my father never wanted, I came very late when they thought they had enough kids to take care of, mom tried abortion but am quite the stubborn one and I pay the price of my stubbornness every time. Sometimes, I ask myself if he is my father but with the treatment I get from my siblings, my thoughts are wrong. Am the baby sister my siblings always wanted, especially Willian "being the last child was exhausting, thank you for coming around", he will say to me every time.  I can't disclose anything about what's going on in the house to my siblings, I have to put on the pretense of this happy child which am not, at times I pray they could recognize the pains present in my eyes anytime they come around but they don't. Am been homeschooled,  not allowed to have friends aside from the maids and my nanny, my tutors gets changed if they start asking personal questions.
My parents are quite rich, mom is an author while dad runs his own construction company, my mom tries stopping the abuse but I think father has something against her ,that's more  important than me so anytime his torture is about starting, she walks out of the house. The maids are used to it and I get their pity look. Just like every holiday, my favorite one is just around the corner, "the Christmas holiday" I love it because, my birthday is on Christmas growing up, I feel special but not anymore still its my favorite.