I still remember the happier days of my childhood. Playing in the grass, with my four brothers in our field sized backyard. But that was before it happened.

I still remember the day. 

My four brothers Lucas, Jackson, and Levi and Jack the twins. Lucas and Jackson the oldest of us all were trying to teach us how to play twister. Which ended with all of us on the center of the colorful twister map in a dog pile. We had all just untangled ourselves when we heard Dad sobbing from another room in the house. We all quickly raced out of the playroom to check on him. When I finally reach the room being last into the space that was our living room, I saw Lucas and Jackson trying to console Dad about something. Large tears were running down his face, like rivers, and he kept repeating the same words over and over again. "It can't be! It can't be!" He said continuously as he clutched a pillow. Which was being crushed in his arms as he rocked back and forth. 

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It Turned put that Mom ,who had been out shopping by herself that day, had gotten into a car crash. A year passed. It was exactly a year after mom's accident, when Dad remarried, much to his reluctance. After that things started to get bad around the house. Stacy our new 'Mom' despised us, and dad, who now constantly drink, rarely came out of his office. Dad was never around so Stacy didn't have to worry about him discovering her favorite pass time. Beating us up. She had two bratty kids and promptly, after moving in, kicked all of us out of our rooms and forced us to lived in the basement. So that her kids could didn't have to be ' bothered ' by us. Her two kids Shelly and Owen weren't much better than her and beat us up daily. However, it was the worst when Stacy came home after being at the bar all night. She would yell at all of us, but it was the worst for me. Sometimes she would only drag me away and beat me up while calling me all sorts of names like 'Sult' 'Bitch' 'Whore' and many other horrible names. 

It wasn't long before all of us weren't even allowed out of basement. We were given a jug of water every week and one plate of scraps for all of us every day. Because we didn't have a lot of food and water Lucas and Jackson, as the oldest felt obligated to give the twins and I most of the food and water though, it made them incredibly weak and less protected for Stacy and her kid's beatings. 

This lasted for two years.

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-Fallen Angel