Italics- tics
I walk home from school with my neck twitching a few times
I walk home to avoid taking the bus and being made fun of by my classmates
I walk into the gate and up the path to reach my door muttering 'bitch' under my breath as my head twitches to the side
I walk through the door and call out for my mom
"Mom" I yell
"In the kitchen sweetie" I hear her call back
"Oi, shit" I mutter
I was diagnosed with Tourette's when I was 7 and since that it got worse all the time
I walk through and see my mom cooking dinner , she turns around and I see a big purple bruise on her face
"Please dont- oi - Tell me mark did that" my tics get worse with my anger
Mark. My stepdad, who beats my mom as he pleases
"It was my fault, I didn't have dinner ready when he got back" she shrugs
"No it isn't, if you wanted to- bitch- wait for me that's your choice to make, Where is he now " I defend her
"At the bar" she sniffles and I pull her into a hug
Great, now he's going to come home drunk like he does ever night. And beat my mother up
I try to do things about it but scrawny little me can't do shit
Everyday I promise my mom that when I turn 18 I will get her and my brother out of here
And she always replies with "just save yourself and your brother"
My brothers is only 6 months so it's not like he can defend himself so I have to
As if on cue I hear him cry from my room
I walk down in the basement and get him out of his cot
"Good Morning Little Man, how did you sleep?" I say as I rock him around
I share a room with my brother, well half brother but I don't give a shit
My stepdad refuses to have him in their room so I have to, but I'd rather save him from being hurt
Mark spends all the money on alcohol so we can barley afford our tiny 1 bed room house while I had to make a bedroom out of the basement
My head twitches to the side as I start to take him back up
I stop when I hear the front door opening
Marks home
"Where's that little slut that you call y/n!" He yells from upstairs
Holy shit
I run back down the stairs and start to panic
What do i do?
Wait
This is my chance to get away, from him
I grab my phone of my bed and get the bag from under the bed and throw it over my shoulder
As I hear mark start to walk down the stair I go to the hatch with my brother still in my arms and I u lock it and climb out quickly
As I hear him yelling at me , I run
I run and run not caring where I end up
I find some woods and rush into them
I look behind me and see him no where in sight so I slow down a little
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