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"C'mon Alex." I said, helping my brother up the stairs and into the bathroom. I looked at his face. "Are you ok?" Alex nodded.
"Just alittle nose bleed heh heh..." he replied sadly, "Are you ok?" I shrugged.
"I guess. Nothing I'm not used to." I got the alcohol pads and began cleaning up Alex's face.
"You called him Papa." I froze. "You still love him." I couldn't say anything. "You still love our psychotic, abusive, ass of a father." I bean to cry.
"He's just hurt, thats all."
"Gwen..."
"Lets forget it ok? I hate him, but he's my father. So I love him. I know you do too. I heard you talking in your sleep last night." it was my brother's turn to freeze.
"You...you heard that?"
"Don't be ashamed to love your father." he sighed and didn't say anything. "I'm done. Go to sleep, we've got school tomorrow."
"I've never been more happy in my life to go to school." he told me. I smirked.
"You say that every Sunday." he smiled and left the bathroom. My smile faded as I looked in the mirror. I had his eyes...and what was his smile, and nose... A single tear fell from my eye.
"Why did you leave me Momma?" I asked the ceiling. I looked at the reflection. "I want my Papa back..." I cleaned up my face. I noticed I had a bruise on my cheek and one on my neck. I looked, but I ran out of concealer. "Shit." I mumbled. I heard the front door open and slam shut. I quickly turned off the lights and ran into my dark bedroom. I shut the door quietly and lay down in my bed. I threw the covers over my head as I heard him stomp up the stairs. 'Please don't come in here, please leave Alex alone...' I repeated in my head. Luckly, I heard the door across the hall slam shut. Good, he went into his room. I threw off the covers and look up at the ceiling.
"Good night Alex, good night Momma," I look at the door, "Good night Papa."