Prologue
My vision goes black. I can still feel the agonizing punches by my father, one after another after another. I begin to imagine the ugly black and blue marks that will appear once again. Figures, right when the others were starting to clear up I had to go and open my mouth again.
Nowadays I barely talked. I said the occasional thing when spoken to directly by teachers, parents, or social workers. But nothing too much. I never spoke of how I was broken inside and out. No one knew of the things my parents did behind closed doors.
Everyone has a secret that could break your heart. Mine was simple: I was unloved. Uncared for.
My older brother, Robbie, Older sister, Candice, younger twin brother and sister, Jamie and Preston, and myself, have been abused our whole lives.
Robbie was 23 and Candice just turned 18 a while ago. Both moved out as soon as possible, leaving me and the twins to fend for ourselves. I'll never forgive them for that. Although I can understand their motives.
As I lay on the floor, taking the beating my father is giving me and hearing my mother cry in the corner like usual, I couldn't help but wish to be dead.
"Jace, sweetheart." My mothers voice cracked.
"What!?" My father screeched and stoped beating me, looking at her.
For a minute there I thought she might be standing up to him for once. I did not dare to move or speak. I knew better.
"It's late." Mother continued. "The twins are asleep, Jacklynn already apologized for talking back, lets just go to bed. Ok?"
I should have known. Mum was always, and always will be, a coward. Cowards are as low as you can get in my books.
Father sighed in frustration. "Kaitlyn, I love you and all, but I'd like it if you wouldn't tell me how to live." Mother quickly nodded. He kicked me once more. I held in a sequel as he grabbed mothers arm and led her to bed. "Out of my sight Jacklynn! And be quiet about it!" He yelled from down the hall.
I heard their door slam shut and quickly and quietly made my way to my room on the second floor.
The bedroom was bigger now that Candice has moved out. Now it was just me and Jamie.
On my way to kiss Jamie's cheek like I do every night I notice that Preston is in bed with her and both lay awake shedding silent tears. They see me watching them and silently jester for me to lay with them. I do, but only until they fall asleep. I needed my own bed tonight to sooth my aching body. Poor little babies are only 8. That's no age to have to deal with this crap.
After sleep finds it's way to the twins, I kiss both of their heads and make my way to bed. Wishing once more that I can live somewhere where I can have love.
A/N: Hey guys! So i first wrote this story on Wattpad but I wasn't getting any comments at all and it didn't give me any motivation to write more. So i've decided to write it on here as well I really hope you guys like it!