I got up and started to pack my clothes. I sighted. I sat down on my bed, I looked around the room.

'When did this house become a house and not my home? When did I started to feel unsafe here?

Then I remembered, when I was 10 years old that we went to Dallas for a vacation. Danny was already hitting me. But once we were there, he didn't lay a hand on me. But then one day we went to the beach, and when we went back to the hotel everything went to hell. We were watch tv on the couch that was here, then he got up cupped my face. He told how much I looked like mom. Before I could even answer his lips slammed on to mine. I remember trying to fight him but how could a 10 year old, fight a grown man in his early 30? Then he picked me up, and he started to walk to the bedroom. I hit and kicked him with all my might. I screamed bloody murder. I tried I remember that, just like I tried the other 10ish times after that. Then I realized it doesn't matter he was going to keep on doing this to me, just like he keep on hitting me. The sad thing to me is that if he drinks too much he calls me Sarah, my mom.

Oh how much I miss her.I wish that nothing ever happened to her. I wonder If mom had never died would Danny have never hit me? Would he still be loving?

"Logan?"

I looked up to see that papa was standing there.

"When did you get here," I asked,

"About an hour ago. I talked to your dad, of how we're going to do this. I did just come in your room just now though," Papa said he was keening on the floor in front of me.

"Can we go now?" I asked.

"Yea, your dad said that you can talk your car." Papa said, and I nodded my head.

"Can you help me take the bags to my car?" I asked getting up grabbing one of my bags.

"Yea of course and Logan when we get to the house were going to have a talk."

I nodded my head and we walked out the room. Papa walked in front of he. Once we walked down the stairs, Danny called me over to the kitchen. I gave Papa the car keys and the other bag. I walked over to the kitchen. Danny had his back turned to me, then the door closed. Once the door close. I was pinned to the wall and Danny's face in was in front of mine. He didn't say anything, I didn't make many noise. His lips then brushed my cheek.

"Logan, I can't wait to see you soon," Danny said then threw me to the floor. "Now get out."

I got up, and walked out the house. I saw Papa looked angry.

Did he see what happened?

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Nothing just get in the car, and lets go," Papa said then walked to his car. I got in and drove.

...

I got out of the car and went in the house with papa behind me.

"Logan? What are you doing here?" Carlos asked me, as he was sitting on the couch.

"I'm going to be living here for a while," I said putting the bags down.

"Why?"

"That's what we're going to go talk about," Papa said walking to the stairs, then waited for me.

I left the bags, and followed Papa to his office. We both sat down, he looked at me and opened his mouth.

"Did your dad tell you the rules?" Papa asked.

"Yea every two weeks I go over for two days. If he's here," I said.

"I was talking to him and he said that this was your idea. He said that he agreed because he wants you to be happy. Now Logan, why are you moving in here with us?"

"What do you not want me to be here?"

"No. I love it when you're here, the family feels complete. I just want to know why you don't want to live with your father anymore."

"I don't know when I was here, the house was always full and happy. But when I other there in the other house it's always so dark and cold. I hate it there. It's not a home anymore, but here its a home."

"I'm happy that you see this place a home, but there is something else we need to talk about." Papa said.

"What about?" I said feeling nervous.

"Do you smoke?"

"What? Why?"

"Logan, when I was putting your bags in the car I saw it. You had a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. Now I want you to answer me. Do you smoke?"

"Yes."

"Why Logan? You're smarter than that."

"I'm not smart even to tell somebody," I whispered.

"What did you say?" Papa asked me.

"Nothing. Are you mad at me?"
"Logan, I want to know why you smoke."

I took a deep breath in and looked around the room.

"I had a different way of coping with my life. I stopped doing at and I didn't even realize that I did. I know that I did because I did pack any, I don't count on me having to have it. I had one bad dangerous habit, and changed it to another one," I said not looking at Papa.

"What are you talking about?" Papa said with worry in his voice.

I wordless pushed up my long sleeve, and showed Papa. My wrist and arm had red, white and a deep type of purple. Some were even still scabbing over. Papa grabbed my arm, and I looked away.

"Logan. Oh god," Papa said then let go of my arm.

Papa then grabbed me and pulled me in a hug just to hold me.

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