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I finally made it home. I'm standing on the grass. I'm a little scared to go in. What am I doing? This isn't mom. I shouldn't be scared. I walk inside. I look around and don't see anyone. My brother often has people here. I go to my door and use my key to get in.

"Sister is that you?" someone asks. It's my brother.

"Yes," I say.

"Come here."

I walk over to him.

"You hurt my byers."

"I didnt-" I couldn't finish because he suddenly punches me in the face.

"Don't let it happen again." I nod. Not looking at him. "Go."

I rush off to my room but not too fast. I don't want to seem scared. I get in and lock the door behind me.

I lean against the door and slide down. I put one hand on my face where he punched me.

What did I do? Why did he do that? Does everyone do that? My mom was right.

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