You and your little brother Reekid live with your horrible abusive parents. You end up running away from home, living on the streets. Until someone brings you in...
(Also another PG-13 Fanfic, with mild/censored language, some violence, and other po...
I woke up around 7 AM. My little Brother Reekid was still sleeping.
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We shared a tiny attic room together. It was crammed, and we didn't have much up here. But at least we got some beds to sleep on, I guess. Oh, I should probably clarify: No, we're not poor. Our parents are filthy rich, like, Kardashian rich. Oh, was that weird? Sorry. But seriously, money isn't a problem. It's not that our parents can't afford a better room or two for us, we have a massive mansion. They just don't want to spend any money on us. They just hate us both. Our older sister is their favorite. And for a bit of perspective, here's her room.
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Yep, that's Regina's room. Regina is our sister's name, by the way. She doesn't know we have it this bad. She's never allowed to see us. Plus, she's never home. Anywho, our parents are at work, and my sister's been out with her friends all night, she's with them for the weekend. It's Saturday morning, by the way. I got up and got changed.
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I figured I should let Reekid sleep for now. He seemed peaceful for once, surprisingly. Given that our mom just beat him last night (Reekid, I'm sorry in advance, it's just for the story). I wasn't able to save him in time, but at least I got to him soon enough that I was able to take his place, and mom beat me instead. It turned out that Reekid accidentally dropped a plate and broke it. I got it cleaned up though.
