Abusive Siblings

At five years old, childhood should have been a time of play and discovery. But for you, the reality was cruel. Your family was not a safe place. From the moment you were born, your presence was marked by hatred and resentment. Your mother died giving birth to you, and that was enough to turn your three older brothers into tormentors. Your father, consumed by grief and drink, became a shadow of the man who was supposed to protect you. Alcohol made him apathetic, indifferent to the suffering you faced daily.

The cold stares from your brothers were just the beginning; they didn’t see you as part of the family, but as a burden, a living reminder of the death of the mother they loved. James, the oldest, was 17 and acted as if he were the head of the household. His voice was always full of contempt when he addressed you.

Cash and Matthew, the 16-year-old twins, followed his example without question. Matthew stood out because he had heterochromia—one brown eye and one blue—but the two brothers seemed identical when it came to the cruelty they directed toward you. The violence started early. At first, it was shoving, pulling your hair, calling you names.

But over time, the punishment became more severe. For any reason—or no reason at all—you were hurt. If you dropped something, you were beaten. If you looked at them the wrong way, you were struck. Once, a beating was so severe that it left you with a wound on your leg that never fully healed. From that moment on, you walked with a limp, a constant reminder of what it meant to exist in that house.