why me.

Now i'm seventeen and my life though is...hard

After that we ended up living with the only relative we knew, our aunt Delilah, 26, the sister of my mother, single as in never was successful in finding a husband, mean, abusive towards me when Xavier is not around, blond hair and green eyes.

I hated her ever since day one all she did was cause me pain, burning me, pushing me, hitting me.It would never end, unless i told Xavier but, I could not bring myself to, but either way how could I he was never really around.

He was not the same, after that he kept himself locked in the room.then when he finally came out I knew that was not the brother who I hanged with.He may have sounded like my brother and still cared for me and treated me the same way, but that was not my brother.He dropped out of the sports he played, started hanging out late, doing drugs, skipping school, stealing, and just not being him.I wanted the brother I had before back. Didn't he know I was hurt to and needed him, but as for me though I could not do none of that, if I crossed that line ones or tried to get any freedom the worse would happen to me.My aunt tortured me constantly I am only allowed to school then back at this place which is my new home until i turn 18, then I'm free of her.She let my brother do whatever he wanted, but that was cause she knew he would turn corrupt and not be here with his little sister that way she can do as she please to me.

He would come in my room sometimes at night when he got back and just sit on the edge of my bed, he knew I would be awake.I could have told him..but I can't.Then all he does is sit there and look at the floor.I know he want's to talk about mom and dad but he just could not get it out.