I never told anyone about the things he did to me, or the things he made me do to him. In the beginning he said it was love. Our family was horrible. I wanted to believe him. Even when I knew it was wrong I needed to believe him. I used to think he was no better than our father. Looking back I know he was so much worse.
How do you tell people that your brother broke you in ways that can never be fixed. My family choses to ignore what he did along with the rest of our f***** up family history.
When I see him I don't see someone who is susposed to be brother. I see the monster that held me down and pushed my face into pillows the cover my screaming.
They all exspect me to pretend nothing happened. The f***** up thing is for the most part I try to. One day I'll walk out the door and never see them again.