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Adult ++
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7
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*~*~* Chapter 0ne *~*~*
October, 12 2005
A radio is on, and it's loud. I'm not sure how much more of this I can take. Even through Dir en Grey's song I can hear Marek Yelling. He doesn't know I'm here, If he did, then I'd be worried, but for now I'm safe. Mom used to tell me and my sister Rene that he had 'issues' I thought that was fairly obvious. All he does is yell, probably on too many drugs, screwing too many sluts with diseases they don't even have names for yet.
Rene is scared of Marek when he's like this, I don't blame her. I used to be too. But this is how she was brought up. Dad left about a month after she was born because he 'couldn't handle the stress'. He didn't even try to fight for custody over me and Rene, he just left us hear with an alcoholic mother, and abusive older brother. Some father he was. I try to protect Rene the best I can, but sometimes it doesn't help. I hate to hear her crying. It breaks me apart.
I want to leave, and take Rene with me, somewhere where they can't find, Social Services would hunt us down though. I don't want to have to face mom when the cops walk in, me and Rene in their hands. I can only imagine the beating we would take for that.
Marek is 20, four years my senior, but I still feel older. Rene is 6, and acts like she's 12. I guess she kind of has too. Growing up in a place like this, you don't stay a child for very long.
Neither of us goes to school anymore. I went till grade 11, then quit so I could get a job. Rene only has kindergarten... We can't afford anything else. I will be her teacher, If anyone asks, we're being home schooled. For a drunk, Mom can cover her tracks well.
I hate to say it, but I miss dad more than anything else in the whole world. He wasn't here for me or Rene most of the time, but I still love him. Maybe someday I will find him. And he'll let us in. But I think that’s just wishful thinking. Maybe Rene is rubbing off on me. She falls asleep at night saying her prayers that someday we will find him. How she manages to have faith in God after this confuses me, but I guess she needs someone to believe in. It hurts that it's me she talks to, but she is a child. They talk to anything that doesn't talk back.
Right now, I will vow, that someday Rene will have her father back. And we will leave this place.
October, 12 2005
A radio is on, and it's loud. I'm not sure how much more of this I can take. Even through Dir en Grey's song I can hear Marek Yelling. He doesn't know I'm here, If he did, then I'd be worried, but for now I'm safe. Mom used to tell me and my sister Rene that he had 'issues' I thought that was fairly obvious. All he does is yell, probably on too many drugs, screwing too many sluts with diseases they don't even have names for yet.
Rene is scared of Marek when he's like this, I don't blame her. I used to be too. But this is how she was brought up. Dad left about a month after she was born because he 'couldn't handle the stress'. He didn't even try to fight for custody over me and Rene, he just left us hear with an alcoholic mother, and abusive older brother. Some father he was. I try to protect Rene the best I can, but sometimes it doesn't help. I hate to hear her crying. It breaks me apart.
I want to leave, and take Rene with me, somewhere where they can't find, Social Services would hunt us down though. I don't want to have to face mom when the cops walk in, me and Rene in their hands. I can only imagine the beating we would take for that.
Marek is 20, four years my senior, but I still feel older. Rene is 6, and acts like she's 12. I guess she kind of has too. Growing up in a place like this, you don't stay a child for very long.
Neither of us goes to school anymore. I went till grade 11, then quit so I could get a job. Rene only has kindergarten... We can't afford anything else. I will be her teacher, If anyone asks, we're being home schooled. For a drunk, Mom can cover her tracks well.
I hate to say it, but I miss dad more than anything else in the whole world. He wasn't here for me or Rene most of the time, but I still love him. Maybe someday I will find him. And he'll let us in. But I think that’s just wishful thinking. Maybe Rene is rubbing off on me. She falls asleep at night saying her prayers that someday we will find him. How she manages to have faith in God after this confuses me, but I guess she needs someone to believe in. It hurts that it's me she talks to, but she is a child. They talk to anything that doesn't talk back.
Right now, I will vow, that someday Rene will have her father back. And we will leave this place.