I walk quickly, the rain beating down on my back. It’s cold and my thin jacket isn’t helping any. I see it the place I wanted to be. The shelter, I live at. My house. Then dread hits me hard. My pace gets slower, till finally I stop in the rain. I don’t want to go into that house. That’s all it is. A house. Not my home, but I live there. The people in it, my horrid father and no mother. My only sibling is my brother, and he’s about to leave for college. I’ll be left alone. I put my hand on my right side. The bruise is still blue… Why am I here? Was the only thought that went through my head.

‘I hope father isn’t home but I also hope i am not alone when he does come.’ the thought went though my head. Then the hand that was on my right side pushed a little harder. Yes, what happened last night did happen and yes the pain was still there. The door opens and I see my older brother walk out and hold the door open. “Well are you just going to stand there?” he spoke, his voice cracked, as if he was about to cry. “No Sam, I’m coming.” I said and I walked forward. My older brother, Sam, is leaving. He wont be able to protect me, even though last night he couldn’t protect me. He was out with his friends and i was left for the biding of father’s hands… I never want to go through that again.