"Why does this always happen", i say walking into the living room noticing that once again father was passed out on the couch with beer bottles labeled "bidweiser" Surrounding him. I soon make my way to the bathroom so i can get some bandages. I look in the mirror and lift my shirt and i see a purple/blue bruise by my ribcage. I attempt to put some antibiotic cream on it but i failed when it started hurting once again.                                                                                                 *flashback*                                                                        "STOP PLEASE!!!!!!" i scream at the top of my lungs as tears stream down my bloodied face " why should i" Jackson said so calmly that it sent a shiver down my spine. See Jackson is my Boyfriend he never really beat me up before but he's only doing it now cause i tried to break up with him and he's really possessive so yeah... honestly what did i expect. But thats life.                                                                         * end of flashback*                                                         

I finally was able to get a bandage around my waist and i head off out the door. I don't know were i'm gong i just don't want to be home. It's the middle of the night and a literal twenty something year old is sitting at a child's park wow i bet i totally don't look like a creep. I'm wearing my black hoodie so when i get home my little brother Kai wont see the new cuts that are now formed on my arm. I don't want to see him worry. He's too innocent for all this. He's too innocent to see all the new bruises father has made on my ribs or on my legs. If i could i'd move out and take him with me and give him a proper life but i can't especially since i only make 10 dollars a hour. i don't even have enough to pay rent on this shitty two bed one bath apartment. But if i do have enough money one day i'm moving out and taking him with me.