Scars of Silence

Scars of Silence

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Adrian was supposed to be their miracle child-the one they chose when they couldn't have their own. For two years, he believed he was loved. Then his mother became pregnant. Then came the bottles. Then came the fists. Now Adrian is nothing more than a shield. A boy with scars across his body and rage burning in his chest, standing between his violent parents and the three little sisters who depend on him for everything. He'll take every blow, every insult, every wound. He'll fight, endure, and bleed if it means they can smile. But as his sisters grow, and as his temper grows darker, Adrian must face the truth: The world may fear the man he's becoming. But without him, his sisters may not survive at all.
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For six years, he didn't know I existed. Now, he does and he's not handling it very well. Not quite a tale as old as time, but somewhere along those lines when Mommy left Daddy while she was pregnant with me. After being in debt for six years, she finally had the money to find our way back to Daddy. But will he handle it well, seeing me for the first time; Not knowing I had ever existed? Will he forgive Mom? As I grow, I ponder the thought of him ever letting go of grudges and abandonment issues. Will he ever love me? I hope he does. Author's Note: Date: 10/27/2020 I wrote this when I was fifteen which is almost five years ago. I've GROWN as a writer from this soap-opera type of narrative. But I will publish and share this as a message to myself and to whoever sees this. We all start somewhere. We all have our cringy beginnings, and this beginning is a reminder of what I rose from.

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