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Anger filled my heart as the couple began their spat once again. I clenched my fists together in hope of my fingernails piercing through my hands to shut out the annoyance. They'd say idiotic things like "I love you" one moment, and then they're screaming and cursing at each other the next. The thought of the two conceiving my baby brother made me want to vomit. The thought of my mother loving this hideous man made me want to vomit. The whole relationship murdered my stomach. I finally speak up to calm the storm, only to make it worse unintentionally.

The monstrosity of a man shouted words of hate towards me and my mother would back the beast up, and telling me to shut my mouth. My own mother would turn against me, as I fought for her. I'd escape to my room and have my sweet brother follow me so he wouldn't hear the threats being tossed back and forth.

I patted his soft blonde hair and held my dear baby brother close. I put on some ridiculous children's show so he wouldn't want to leave my arms and search for his pathetic parents. I thought about calling my snakey grandmother to pick us both up, but decided against it. "Oh they are just going through a tough time right now." Like Hell they are. If four years of shacking up with one another isn't enough for someone, then they shouldn't be together. It hurts my heart, to know that my sweet, innocent baby brother was a bastard. It kills me inside. It truly does.

But what can I do?

"[I'm] only 14 damn years old."

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Anger filled my heart as the couple began their spat once again. I clenched my fists together in hope of my fingernails piercing through my hands to shut out the annoyance. They'd say idiotic things like "I love you" one moment, and then they're screaming and cursing at each other the next. The thought of the two conceiving my baby brother made me want to vomit. The thought of my mother loving this hideous man made me want to vomit. The whole relationship murdered my stomach. I finally speak up to calm the storm, only to make it worse unintentionally.

The monstrosity of a man shouted words of hate towards me and my mother would back the beast up, and telling me to shut my mouth. My own mother would turn against me, as I fought for her. I'd escape to my room and have my sweet brother follow me so he wouldn't hear the threats being tossed back and forth.

I patted his soft blonde hair and held my dear baby brother close. I put on some ridiculous children's show so he wouldn't want to leave my arms and search for his pathetic parents. I thought about calling my snakey grandmother to pick us both up, but decided against it. "Oh they are just going through a tough time right now." Like Hell they are. If four years of shacking up with one another isn't enough for someone, then they shouldn't be together. It hurts my heart, to know that my sweet, innocent baby brother was a bastard. It kills me inside. It truly does.

But what can I do?

"[I'm] only 14 damn years old."