Some Cuts dont heal

Chapter two

I ran down the stairs and ran into the living room. I sat there and I pressed my knees into my chest and wraped my arms around my legs and put my face into my knees aswell. I cried a little bit more. "Where are you!" My brother screamed coming down the stairs. I didn't answer. And for your information I was behind the couch pressed in a corner. "Haylee!! Come here!" My dad shouts. I stand up and he walks over to me. I stand there guarding my face with my hands. I can't back up or walk forward because hes in front of me and theres a wall pressed against my back. He moved my hands down and punched me in the gut. "What did I tell you, Haylee." He askes through clenched teeth . "Not to run or hide because it gets worse if you do." I say crying. He punches me in the face and I slide down the wall. I sat there and he was staring at me. My dad walks away and my brother comes over to me. His name is Dorian. He looks like me. We're twins. He loves me. Oh he is considered one of my friends if your wondering. "Haylee. Are you okay?" He says sitting across from me. "No. He loves you. Hes never laid a finger on his son. Your his son, He thinks you special. He thinks Im weak." I say with tears rolling down my face. "Haylee. Dont say that. Even if he did I would never love him back because of what he has done to my baby sister all these years." He says.

Im considered Dorian's little sister because hes 2 minutes older. Dorian hugs me and helps me up. I hug him again. "I don't wanna live here anymore Dorian." I say to him. "And I understand Haylee. But I would miss you if you moved out and I had to stay here with him." He says. "Then come live with me." I say looking into his Grey eyes. "Haylee, We would get into so much trouble." He says looking into my blue eyes. "Dorian. Please. I dont wanna be here any longer." I say tearing up. "Fine, Go pack your bags and be down here in an hour." He says. "Okay!" I say running up to my room. I flew the door open and stuffed everything in my suitcase that I felt was nessecary, Like clothes, Makeup, CD's , Phone, Ipod. All the stuff either I have baught for myself or Dorian got for me. My dad gives me nothing. Nothing.  Dorian barged in 5 minutes later "You ready kiddo?" He says. "Yup!" I say walking out to his car. Don't worry hes 17, Its okay. One more year to go till Im going to live with my boyfriend.