why does it matter

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As Hope was driving home with Josie in the passenger seat, she saw her brother on the side of the road. Hope new that her brother was a drug attic and that he abused her, but she still loved him.

"Max, What are you doing?" Hope asked cautiously. "Why the fuck are you following me?" Max said. "I'm not following you I just came home from the dance." "I don't want to see you anywhere without my permission." Max told her. "Why does it matter?" Hope asked. And with that Max slapped her and told her to go home.

Hope was crying as she drove the next mile to her house.

the next day

HOPE'S POV

I had a red mark on my face from where max hit me last night. I was glad I was home alone so no one would see me.

1 hour later

I heard the doorbell ring and knew who it was. "Come in Max." I mumbled. "Great you're here." He said as he walked up the steps.

I'm so sick of him treating me like a piece of shit. I'm his younger sister, shouldn't he love me the way I love him?

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