I limped to my bed, again. I have been limping practically my whole life. Every night since my older brother Dylan died, I would get beaten, every night. My dad would also beat Dylan. He was the football star. My dad beat him enough to make him work harder and harder at it. Finally, my dad finally beat him enough to where he died. The week after, my dad started beating me. My brother was 17 when he 18 died, close to graduating and leaving. I was 14. It's a year now, and I am 15. I got in my bed and looked up at the ceiling. Beaten and broken, 2 words to describe me. There was a quiet 2 knocks on my door. It was my mom, which was our code.

"Come in." I whispered softly. She crept into my room, her brown wavy hair falling out of her ponytail. She sat on the edge of my bed and patted my face. A tear crept out of the corner of her eye. I started crying then.

"My poor baby girl. None of this should ever have happened. I don't know why your father hast to beat you like he did to Dylan." she said. We cried silently.

"ANNE! WHERE IS MY BEER!" my dad yelled across the house. We fell silent. She looked at me again.

"I better go." she said and gave me a kiss on the forehead. I winced at her touch.

"Okay." I whispered quietly.

"I will think of something, you will be safe soon." And with that said, she left. I laid in bed thinking about my day.

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I walked silently in school earlier today. I hurt a lot. It was a Wednesday. I hate Wednesday's because that's the day my brother died so my dad beats me harder on that day. I had no more friends. Not even Beth who stayed with me 'till last month. When she found out my dad beat me and I wouldn't let her tell anyone. I would have but my dad threatened to do worse if I told anyone especially the teachers. Everyone mumbled when I walked by because of the true 'rumors'.

After school I walked home. I always walk slow, but not too slow because I was scared he would beat me more. I hesitated at the sidewalk leading to my front door. I slowly walked up and unlocked the door. I opened up and looked around for my dad. A hand slapped my face and slammed the door.

"I saw you hesitate at the walkway." he said angrily. I nodded. I walked past the kitchen where my mom hid and went upstairs. I shut my door and did my homework asking God why does my dad beat me? Why is he so mean? I let my thoughts wonder.

…...

Here I am now. It's 3 a.m in the morning, still awake. My mom hurried in my room with a suitcase. I sat up wondering what she is doing.

"Hurry we don't have a lot of time. Your dad is asleep. We have to hurry and pack. A cab is taking you as far as to the airport." she said shoving close into the suitcase. I put on ripped jeans, converse, and my tight black shirt. I grabbed my silver necklace with my Honolulu blue diamond in the middle of a graceful silver wire pattern. It matched my eyes. I put my brown wavy hair in a pony tail, my side bangs hanging out. I also had a backpack filled with food and drinks. The cab came and my mom gave me a huge wad of cash.

"Mom but what about you?" I asked her. She started to cry.

"Don't worry about me. I will be fine. Now go!" she said with a hug and a kiss. I climbed in the cab and left. I got at the airport and bought a ticket to Germany. It's far away and I should be safe. I boarded the plane and fell asleep to one of my favorite bands, Tokio Hotel.