❝ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴏғ ᴀ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ɪs ᴏɴᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ
ᴘᴜʀᴇsᴛ ғᴏʀᴍs ᴏғ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪs. ɪᴛ's ᴍᴏʀᴇ
ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀ ғʀᴀᴛᴇʀɴᴀʟ ʙᴏɴᴅ; ɪᴛ's ᴀ
ᴄᴏɴɴᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴀ ʙᴏɴᴅ, ᴀ ᴘᴜʀᴇ
ᴀɴᴅ ᴜɴɪǫᴜᴇ ʙᴏɴᴅ ❞
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Eighteen years ago; November 1997.
Mom and dad are screaming at each other again. I don't like it when they scream. It always ends with Dad hitting me. He hits me because he feels like it is what he always says.
He hits me because he wants to. Because I deserve it. I don't really know what that means, but I think I'm starting to understand now.
I hide behind the wall next to their room door and listen to what they say. Sometimes, it's just them screaming, and Dad hitting mom. Other times, it's dad screaming about me.
I know he doesn't like me. He said so himself. I heard him say it a long time ago.
“You give him all your fucking time, Rory. What about me wanting you to myself sometimes, huh?”
“He's my baby boy, Gabe. My child. Of course I'm going to spend so much time with him!”
“You know… sometimes I wish he was never fucking born!”
My chest still hurts sometimes. It burns a little too. When what he said plays over in my head. He never wanted me. He doesn't love me. Not like how I love him.
I wipe under my eyes when the room becomes blurry. I cry a lot when it comes to Dad. It's starting to become normal. I don't want it to become normal. I don't want to cry so much. I just want him to hug me sometimes. Hug me and tell me he really loves me, and he was just lying before.
He didn't do that yet.
When I hear dad's voice become louder, I run upstairs. I run into my baby brother's room. I don't know if he's sleeping, but I hope he isn't. I want to say goodbye to him.
He makes a sound when he hears me come into the room and I smile at him.
“Hello, Bubba.” I speak softly so that dad doesn't hear I'm in here. He doesn't like when I talk to my brother. I don't really know why, but when I do, I get hit more.
He looks at me through the poles of his bed, and I walk to him with a big smile on my face. He makes another sound when he sees that it's me. A sound I now know as a little hello. I put my hand against his cheek and he giggles.
“I have to go, Bubba. I'll come back for you, okay?” He giggles again, and the room is starting to become blurry again. Maybe dad isn't the only one that makes me cry.
“I love you.” I whisper in his ear and kiss him on the head. I run to my room and get a bag full of clothes and leave through the back door.
I look back at the house when I'm outside, “I'll be back, Hunter. I promise.” And then I run as fast as I can down the street, to get away from this house.
I will come back to fetch my brother.
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