More Abuse

   I snuck out of the house once to hang out with this boy Jeff, from the neighborhood, when I came home my parents caught me, my father had me by the neck up against the wall with his fist back as if to punch me, luckily my adoptive mother stopped him.

 My adoptive brother was abused before I was, I remember crying in my room, terrified of the fighting downstairs, one night it escalated, my adoptive father hit my brother and gave him a bloody nose and my brother had to stay home from school, he never touched my brother again.

  They always knew to never to leave bruises.