Suddenly the door opened and I felt my dad grab my hand and start pulling me.
Then the blindfold was off and I was sitting inside a very nice house.
"Be back later. Dillan!" a very pretty younger women yelled.
She had long brown hair.
She looked to be in her mid twenties.
Very young for my father who was in his late thirties.
Then a young boy came slinking into the room. "Yes mother" he said quietly.
"Be back later ok?" Jennifer said bending down by the sad looking boy. "Behave for Angel" she said.
"Mom" he whined.
She slapped him. "None of that" she said.
I just watched surprised as the young boy turned to me.
Me and him looked alot alike.
We had both taken more after our father.
With blonde hair and blue eyes.
He had a black eye also.
No doubt my father was abusive to him.
My father and Jennifershut the door and walked out.
"Dillan" I said lightly.
He walked away from me with the same untrusting look in his eyes that I had around people.
I walked over to him. "Look. Does your father do this to you?" I asked lightly.
He nodded his head and as he turned around I could see that half of his hair was gone in the back and he had a long scar there, with stitches.
"He does the same thing to me" I murmered.
Dillan looked over at me and I saw his blue eyes search my face. "My mom tries to stop him but then he just hits her. So when he is around she is mean to me to" he murmered.
He was luckier than me. At least he had a mom that cared about him somewhat. "I'm sorry" I said.
His hand came up to my face. "I'm sorry that you don't have parents that love you" he said.
I pulled him into a hug.
This was the first time that I had ever saw the young boy but he didn't deserve to be treated so badly.
If his beatings were anything like mine he was going to be permanently scarred like I was.
He hugged me back.
It was around 2 in the morning when I heard the door open again. I jumped off of the couch and laid down in the floor.
"Angel" I heard my father say.
I jumped up. "Yes father?"
"How was Dillan?"
"He was great. Where is Jennifer?" I asked realizing that she hadn't came in yet.
"Don't worry about that" he said walking over to me.
By then Dillan was at my side.
"Daddy where is mommy?" he asked looking up at my father scared.
"I said don't worry about that" he said holding up his hand getting ready to strike the young boy.
I jumped infront of Dillan taking the blow to my head.
"Angel get the hell out of my way and let me teach my boy a lesson" he yelled grabbing me and slamming me against the wall.
I sank down to the floor. "Dillan, run!" I yelled crawling over to him. "Dad don't hurt him!" I yelled.
Dillan looked over at me and grabbed my hand. "Get up Angel!" he said tears streaming down his face.
"Dillan just run" I said as my father kicked me in the side.
"No!" he yelled. At that he kicked my father in the back of the knee.
"You little bastard!" my father yelled grabbing Dillan by the hair and lifting him off the floor.
He threw him against the wall and I saw him slink down to the ground and lay there still.
I jumped up and hit my dad in the back of the head. "Leave him alone!" I yelled.
He turned to me and grabbed my hair and slapped me across the face a couple of times.
Then he threw me into a bedroom and shut the door putting a chair up against the nob so I couldn't get out. "Dillan!!" I yelled helplessly.
I heard Dillan scream as my dad started his torture. "Dillan!" I screamed again tears running down my face.
I banged on the door trying to get it to open.
Half an hour later my dad opened the door and yanked me out.
He pulled me towards the door.
I saw Dillan crumbled on the floor crying.
He was bleeding from his head.
Bad.
I knew that if he didn't get help he wouldn't make it very much longer.
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