"He's here.
"Oh god." I whisper to will. "Let's go upstairs quick."
We rush up the stairs and wipe the slightly happy looks off our faces. Yes I am scared of this man. He is someone who I call my father but he is not.
When I see my father in person, I have to call him teacher. He doesn't think of me as my daughter. He thinks of me as his experiment.
Just like my brother.
"Hello Teacher." I say in caution when I see his face. Will goes up stairs, for he has to face his father too sometime.
He nods. "Did you do your training today?"
"Yes."
"Doesn't look like it." He walks over to me and takes my arm in his hand. He squeezes it so hard that I'm almost sure that I'll have a bruise.
And the problem is that.
If I say something, or push back.
My life is threatened.
Finally he lets go and pushes me back.
"Work better next time."
"Yes sir." My father is known around to people like us to pity me. Will's dad, does certainly not pity him. He has marks all over his body from beatings.
My father walks downstairs and slams the door.
Only God knows what he's doing in there.
I decide to tread upstairs and sit in my room. My dad wired the TV so only news channels can be shown. And I still wonder to this day how the heck he did it.
I open the door to my room and see Will sleeping on our bed. Yes. OUR bed.
Do you really think our parents would care enough to give us separate beds?
I begin to sit on the wooden floor, laying my back against the frame of the bed.
Before I can take the remote from the shelf by the TV, Will wakes up.
"Hey." "Hey." He seems as though has the intention of talking to me. So I don't pick up the remote to turn on the TV.
"Anything happen at school today?" He asks.
"Uhhhh..." Is the only thing I manage to say.
"Save it, I already know what happened." He begins to chuckle slightly. I'm slightly confused.
"I'm sorry what? How do yo---"
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