ajune120

The REAL Story
2014-01-21 01:43:43 (UTC)

My story Part 1

Since the beginning i've been alone.
Emotionally at least. I lived in a full house: an older (half) brother, an older (half) sister, a mom, and a dad. The attention was never on me tho.. my brother became addicted to drugs and my dad and him started fighting. night after night (nights when my brother actually came home) my father and him would fight until the cops were called.

I remember when my father tackled my brother through our sliding glass door.

Another time when they were fighting i remember curling myself into a tiny little ball and
hiding under a chair, you know the kind with the flaps that touch the ground so no one can see you if you are under them.

The fighting went on for years until finally my brother went to jail so many times that my father just gave up.





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