I sat still in the backseat watching my so called father walk in side grunting. He has no right to put a finger in Jerome. I sat surrounded by my thoughts.
"Poppy!" Dad shouted.
Oh god, I thought. I opened the car door and slammed it behind me. Dad had gone to the bathroom. I ran to the bedroom and locked my door. I was scared of what Jerome would do to me. I could hear my heart beat louder and faster every second. I lifted up my shirt revealing a purple and blue bruise, from three days ago. Dad never hurts me, but Jerome does. I don't like to think of it as Jerome's fault. He is just being like dad I suppose. Dad takes his anger out on him, and then he takes his anger out in me.
I looked out the window it was getting dark. I wonder if Jerome is back inside. I quickly snuck down the hall way, and to his room. The light was on, so I opened the door slowly...
Whats going to happen next?