The tears flow freely down my face and I curl up in a ball at the bottom of my bed. Why did he do this to me, I ask myself. My Dad pokes his head through the door, and sees my crying. ‘Oh you poor thing,’ he says soothingly whilst putting his hand on my head, trying to gauge whether or not I have a temperature. ‘Must be a bad migraine if you’re sobbing like that. I’ll get you some painkillers and then put you into bed.’
He leaves to fetch the painkillers, I get up gingerly, and dash to the toilet to be violently sick. As I emerge from the bathroom, my brother is standing by the living room door. He looks at me and smirks. ‘Don’t tell them what I did, or I’ll kill you. Understand?’ He snarls in a warning. I nod my head lower my head and return to my room.
Once on the bed, I remember that he rubbed his boy part over my top pillow, so i grab the one from underneath, turn the horrible one over and place that horrible side down onto my bed, placing the ok one over the top. My Dad returns, gives me two painkillers that I’ve been prescribed from the doctor, with a glass of water. I’m grateful for the painkillers as the pain will ease in my girl part with them.
He closes the bedroom curtains, and whispers to me to sleep now. I lie down, wait for him to leave then start sobbing, the earlier event cloud my mind. I’m released by my thoughts by sleep engulfing me through my tears.
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