Hey people! I know I suck for not updating my other stories, but I always get my ideas at strange times: when I don't expect them. And, I really needed to get this idea off my mind. It should be a several- parter! Enjoy! Please R& R!
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"Is it possible to love someone and fear them at the same time?"
That's the question that Ms. Kwan asked us to respond to, but it pains me so much to think about it. I love my brother Craig so, so, much, sometimes I think that I love him more than my dad. 'Where did al of this pain come from?" is a question I often try to answer; but I fail miserably every time. So, now for this essay I will go back to where this all started.
When Craig first came to live with us dad started reading these psychology books on how to handle a child (or teen) who had been abused. He approached Craig gentally and with care, as he had always done to me when I was a small child. Things only lasted that way for a while, soon Craig was a full- blown teen who could be treated as you would treat an ordinary person.
Dad was okay for the most part then, and so was Craig. And, that's where the pain really started coming hard.
Craig just started hitting and beating dad up:
"Craig stop! Stop- it Craig!"
"No, Joey!"
"Craig, we're going to get you help!"
"I don't need help, Joey!"
"Daddy! Craig! Stop it!" I cried, but my pleas weren't heard.
I ran over to the couch once Craig wouldn't stop hitting Craig; I dove into the couch, and curled my body into fatal position. I cried, sobbed in the sofa, and sang to myself.
The door just opened, and I think that I heard Ashley's voice "Craig stop- it!"
"Ashley! Oh my gosh, Ashley you're here!"
"Craig, no stop- it!"
"Ashley!"
"No Craig, we're going to get you help, okay!"
Although I didn't know it then, that's when I first began to fear my father and Craig. Nd also try to hold onto Craig even more…