My blood is on the floor from all the times I have been hit.  My Mums new partner is mean, he hurts me just like that.

I am screaming and crying, as I hear my bedroom door get locked.  I only see my toys, the very few toys I have, the ones from when my Mum wasn't constantly high, when Luis didn't exist in my life.  When I was happy.  I have to get out of here, one way or another, I need to get out of hear, I can't keep getting abused like this.  I hear my brother screaming in pain, he is 2 years older than me (I think) and he is sobbing.

I get my screwdriver kit out, and take the handle off my door so I can open it.  I hide my kit and then get out of my room.

"Stop hurting us, stop please, get a life!" I shout.  Luis turns to me angrily.

I run away and hide, sneaking his phone out of his room, I dial 000.

"Hi, I need a police, me and my brother are getting abused, we live at 25 Hemmingly Street, Bretdale." I say, then hang up.

About 30 minutes later, I hear sirens, and I see Luis' eyes widen in anger.  He hits me, hard.  He is pissed.

He runs to the kitchen and gets a knife to hurt me, or maybe even kill me.  I scream in fear, but he is stopped by the police.

"You are under arrest." the police officer says.