Living Hell

Monday. The most dreaded day of the week. Kids and teenagers all over hate Monday's because it means another week of school. For me and my sisters, it's the best day of the week. It's the day that means another week of school. We can make up valid excuses for the week to avoid going home. We can go 7 or more hours a day without being beaten. Yes, our father beats us. He beats us when he's sober, but it's worse when he's drunk.

I have 3 sisters. One older and two younger. My youngest sister, Natalee, is 6 years old and is in 1st grade. She looks up to me the most and we're very close. She's kind of my best friend and we hang out all the time. My second youngest sister, Melody, is 13 years old and is in 8th grade. We're pretty close but she's very quiet and keeps to herself a lot. I don't blame her considering the life we live. Then there's me, Natasha. I'm 16 years old and a junior in high school. My oldest sister, Taylor, is 18 and a senior in high school. She and I are close when we're protecting our baby sisters. We don't allow Natalee to take any beatings and Melody rarely gets a beating. It's harder to protect Mel seen as how she's getting older and Tay and I can only take so much. We're a pretty close knit family though.

Our mom passed away after giving birth to Nat and that's when the abuse began. Nat was diagnosed with shaken baby syndrome after our dad got really drunk and shook her yelling, "STOP CRYING! TELL ME WHAT'S WRONG! WHY WON'T YOU TALK?!" Tay and I cried trying to make him stop thinking he would kill Nat but he wouldn't listen. So now Natalee is a little slower than the rest of her class. I try really hard to help her out though. Next year Taylor's off to college and I'm left alone with all of this to deal with. It's harder than you would think.

"Tash, hurry up! We still have to get Nat and Mel to school," Tay yelled.

"I'm almost done! 3 minutes I promise."

I finished covering the fresh bruise around my left eye and ran downstairs. Thankfully dad was at work so there was nothing to worry about this morning.

"Tasha sit by me," my baby sister exclaimed in the backseat.

"Sorry bubbles I can't. Tay wants to just drive. Tomorrow I promise."

She crossed her arms and pouted and I chuckled at her cuteness. Mel was the last to get in the car.

"Morning Melody, you sleep okay?" She didn't respond. She shut the door and stared out the window waiting for Taylor to drive.

"Everyone buckled?" The sound of a yes and Taylor was off.

Author's Note

Hi guys! I'm Harmony! I've wanted to write a JB fanfic forever but I just never had an idea. I hope this chapter didn't drag for anybody. If it did I'm terribly sorry. I just really wanted you guys to get the full background on the girls and their life. I had a lot of fun thinking about who they are as characters and all that good stuff. I know Justin hasn't been introduced but it's because I want her family to play a huge role in their relationship and all that. Justin will not be famous but he'll be kidrauhl posting videos on YouTube. Please tell me what you think and I will update often maybe even later today. Alright thanks bye! 3

P.S. Tash is pronounced Tosh just so you're aware ;)