The good life

The good life

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"Erin!" "ERIN! Get out of bed! Your going to be late for your first day" Is all I hear as my eyelids flutter open, and as my body starts to wake up. What a great way to start the day. "DON'T MAKE ME COME UP THERE ERIN!" "Fuck off mum" I mumble to myself.. I pull away the soft, warm bedcovers slowly, trying to take as long as I can to piss off my mum As swing my legs over to get up, I hear my door open "Morning Mitch, how did you sleep baby?" I coo to my little brother as he lazily walks over to sit on my bed with me "I slept okay, I had another bad dream" As I pull him into a hug I see the dark black bags under his red, swollen eyes. No 10 year old should have to go through what my baby brother does. Nobody should. Hey I'm Erin, and this is the story of my life.
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PROLOGUE A small boy lies curled up in his bed, trying to hide himself. The screams and shouts of his parents echoed throughout the empty, cold house. A small toddler girl, snuggled in his arms, fusses in her sleep. A loud crash, followed by a cry of pain, makes the boy flinch and tear up. He pulls the baby girl close and covers his ears. 'Dad is hurting mom again' The boy cries softly, so as not to be heard, weeping at the unfairness of the world. Hours later, his bedroom door opens, and a soft hand touches his cheek. "Ian, my baby boy, I've got to go for a while, ok?" A woman's voice calls softly. The boy sits up, wiping his tears. "How long will you be gone?" The boy sniffles. "Mom is going to live with Uncle Sam for a while, just so she can make dad's company bigger. Make sure you take good care of Naomi. Don't forget to clean up after yourself, and get good grades in school." The boy's mother ruffles his hair and kisses him on the cheek. "I love you buddy. I'll be back in a few years. I know that sounds like a long time but, I'll be back before you know it. I just have to make dad happy." The boy nods, refusing to cry. 'I have to protect Naomi. I'm alone now.' the boy thinks to himself, determined. His mother stands up and walks away, her feet softly padding down the hallway.

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