My Abusive Brother

September 12th part 2

I panic as I fumble for the doorknob. I turn it, no sound, I hit my door, no sound. I found out that boy is Jackson, my "host brother", we all have a story, accept I won't ever hear his. Tomorrow I have school, I won't tell anyone, let's see how long I can go without being figured out. I peer out into the hallway and see Jackson's door shaking, he's throwing the football at it. The woman walks upstairs to me and shakes my hand before taking her leave. I recognize her from somewhere, I just can put my finger on it...