True P.O.V

Parking my bike across the street like always was a new comfort, I had gotten slightly used to mom driving me to school and finally being able to drive myself brought me back to the days before I attempted to kill myself, to the days I was afraid to go home half of the time in fear I'd have to face my fathers wrath. Those days are over, and yet I felt like they were still going on, like everything I'd faced in the past was still happening and I was just pretenting it wasn't.

Yeah, right.

I hoped off my bike, leaving it attached to the pole, my lock locked on it like usual, as I crossed the streets, after looking carefully, and when I made it to the sidewalk, I blended into the horde of students and walked into the school with the large group before exiting the horde of kids and heading in my own direction, I felt rebelious when I did it to. Breaking against the majority. It was really a silly thought though, and yet it seemed to please me more than it actually should have. Well, lets ignore that shall we . . . moving on.

I walk to my locker, unlocking it before grabbing my science textbook, since it was the only thing I had on me, I left my backpack at home, not thinking I'd need it today, when honestly I forgot it but that would be the excuse I'd use.

I walked quietly to Mr. Troy's classroom, and as I silently expected he was still here. I had a feeling the police wouldn't do anything about it for a couple days so I calmly walked into the classroom, walking all the way towards the back where I usually sat and took my usual place, claiming it as mine. All my other peers came in and did the same, not a single student sitting in a different place from yesturday, we had given OURSELVES a seating arrangement. Isn't it usually the teacher who does that or am I just thinking crazy . . . probably the first one.

I waited very unpatiently for the class to start as I really disliked this class and didn't want to be in here any longer than necessary as I knew what happened if you were stuck here after class. I'd never stay after class if I could avoid it, especially to one of the Troy's classes. It was like hell in my opinion, not that anyone particularly cares about my opinion. I heard the overhead bell ring and the class began, it was normal at first, well I thought it was normal until police burst in. One held a gun towards Mr. Troy and the other instantly yelled at Mr. Troy to put his hands up, that he was under arrest . . . for molesting a student and many other potential rape charges. To say I was shocked was one thing. I'd have thought they'd do this after school, but instead they did it in a class room full of students. The police really are considerate.

They hand cuffed Mr. Troy, and lead him out of the classroom, him cursing as they did. Our principal walked in looking alittle paler than usual, she should be pale, her job is our safety and she allowed a rapist to teach her. She's a awful principal. Again just my opinion.

The principal teached us that class period and we went about our day like the police taking our teacher didn't happen, the only thing that was different was our facial expressions. We all looked relieved.

When the final bell rang that afternoon, I was generally curious as to what would happen when me and my brother hanged out, because we hadn't 'hanged' in about eight years so there was no excuse about brotherly love because he has punched me into a wall so many times that love was the last thing on my mind.

I walked to my locker with no encouragement in my steps, I really didn't know what to expect, we have almost nothing in common, in all honesty I don't even know how our relationship lasted when I was younger because even then we had very little in common, guess brothers always work it out.

But would we be able to work it out this time?

I put all my belonging into my locker, since I left everything at home, including my cell phone, I didn't want it this morning. It was simply a very bad distraction. A distraction I didn't want.

I walked out of the school and sat on the steps watching my peers as they rushed to get onto their buses or into their cars or simply began to walk. I waited for about five minutes before my brother decided to appear. He was by himself, his jacket over his shoulder. He looked cool, hot, popular, all the things I'm not.

"Come on," He said walking past me, making me jump up and rush out of the school, before I look back once, a bad feeling filling me before I just shake my head, and turn around and continue behind Chris ignoring the bad feeling.

We started walking down the street, and I knew I could walk back for my bike later. We didn't talk as we walked but we stopped at the small park about six blocks away from the school and it was pretty empty and we walked over to one of the benchs and sat down, side by side. It was really awkward for the first couple minutes before he even started to talk.

"I want to know everything." Chris said plainly looking at a couple children running around the play-set that was sitting about twenty feet away from us. I froze slightly when the words he spoke finally registered in my brain.

I sighed, not only did I not want him to know but I didn't want anyone to know. Regardless of the warning flags going off in my brain I turned sideways and face the side of my brother.

"Okay, what do you want to know?" I asked resting on of my head on my hands. He turned and looked at me, and the looked back at the kids playing.

"When," He paused for a second before continuing. "When I burst into the basement, what was dad about to do?" He said a fearful look in his eyes, as they seemed to water slight. I sigh loudly looking at him before turning away and looking at the tree line.

"What do you think he was doing Chris?" I ask looking down. He looked over to me, I could feel Chris's gaze on me.

"That's why I asked I don't know!" Chris explaimed loudly turning towards me, anger in his gaze as he clearly didn't understand what was happening.

"Okay let me explain then!" I yelled at him. "Chris dad used to drag me down to that basement and beat me, but that one time, I think dad was going to rape me, but it wouldn't be the first time Chris. Is that what you wanted to know?" I asked him loudly but as quiet as I could so that the children wouldn't hear it. His mouth dropped open as he looked at me in shock, the tears finally pouring down from his eyes, as he reached over and pulled me into his arms, and it was then that I realized I was crying as well.

I heard Chris muttering into my ear, saying he was sorry, but my brain wasn't on that, it was on the times I was helpless, the times I couldn't fight back. The times they didn't listen to me staying no.

I didn't want to feel like that ever again. I wouldn't allow myself to ever be put in a position I didn't want to be in. I'd try my hardest to be in a safe place where I couldn't be hurt in that way.

I pulled away from Chris and rubbed my now puffy eyes and we sat in silence for a couple minutes before Chris spoke up.

"Why didn't you ever say anything?" He asked looking over at me with pity and sadness in his eyes.

"Oh, I don't know you were punching me into walls, mom was smaking me, dad, well dad was being dad, and the younger ones probably don't even know what 'rape' even is." I said sighing as I looked down. "Who was I to tell?" I said looking away from Chris and pulled my knees onto the bench and wrapped my arms around them.

"Someone anyone!" Chris spoke loudly looking at me with fear in his eyes.

"Chris I was being bullied at school, abused at home, where was I to turn? No one at school aside from Kyle and Claire even remotely care about what was happening, and when I needed them, they weren't there either so offically no one was around to save me, which was proof no one cared." I said while looking at him. "I had to learn to hide my emotions because they only ever got me hurt." I said tears streaming down.

I looked back at Chris and rubbed the falling tears away not wanted to cry anymore, it was a weakness along with it being a strength.

I waited until my urge to cry went away and I then turned to Chris who was looking down and pondering his existance.

"I don't blame you, you couldn't have known." I said looking at him.

"That's the thing! I should have known! I'm your brother!" Chris said running a hand through his brown hair.

I sighed and looked down.

"Can we start over? You and me?" Chris asked looking at me with hope in his eye. A small smile touched my cheeks and I nodded towards my brother, really wanting for us to become friends like we once were.

I'd give anything to fix all the relationships I have right now, because they are very, very broken.

I hugged Chris once more, before I hoped off the bench and ran towards the swing seat allowing me to do something I've never done before, hang out and have fun at the park.

I heard Chris following me, and saw him sit in the swing next to me. We swung on the swings chatting about nothing important, laughing at stupid jokes, something brothers should do all the time.

We laughed for who knows how long before we got tired and began walking back home but we didn't end up walking for very long before I felt that feeling again, and this time I wasn't wrong, I turned just in time to see three people I really didn't want to see.

Those three dumbasses who tried to kill me before.