Hello. My name is Vlerili. I am the oldest child in my household. I am currently 16 and I have a 12 year old brother. My mother passed away years ago and now me and my brother, Koru, are left with probably the worst person you could imagine. Our father.

Our father is always trying to pick up women and if he is successful, he will abuse them just like he did to mother. I never like the women that he brings home, but I have to deal with it since I have nowhere else to go. He beats me and Koru whenever we do something wrong, for instance, leaving a piece of trash on the floor. We have various bruises on us. We dont go to school. We don't even own a phone. The only phone that we have in our house is our dad's cell phone. And he never lets us use it for the fear that we may call Child Protective Services on him. If that's the case, then he is damn right. We are never allowed to go out of the house. But today, I have finished my plan. No longer will Vlerili and Koru Sirskit live as prisoners.

I went into Mine and Koru's room and went to the metal bunk bed. I looked around, trying to find a sharp object that could be used as a weapon. Nothing used to kill, just to stun someone. Leave them in shock and hurt. Alot of hurt.

I tried to pull at the bars on our bed, trying to pull them off, As Koru walked in.

"What are you doing?" He asked me.

"Don't question it," I said, successfully pulling a metal rod off of the top bunk. It sounds amazing, I know, but It was loose and rusted at the end, so it was easier. Not an incredible feat. "Soon, we will be out of this house."

I used my rod as a cane as I walked toward the door. Our fat, ugly, smelly father lay wasted on the couch watching T.V. and eating potato chips. That ugly fucker needed to stop me, or else this wouldn't work.

"I'm goin' out dad!" I shouted over the T.V.

"Uhh," He stuttered as he looked back at me from over the couch, "No you're not."

"Yes, I am," I replied in a sort of sassy tone in a challenging way. Yes, I thought, Fall right into my plan.

He stood up and walked towards me slowly with a glass beer bottle in his hand. "You don't ever talk to me like that again, boy," He said. I'm gonna be completely honest, I was a little scared.

"Well," I replied as I looked down the hallway to see Koru anxiously watching from our room. I could tell that if he wasn't paralyzed by fear, he would be shouting at me telling me to stop. "I just did. Hit me, I don't care. I am going out."

He raised his beer bottle, about to strike. Before he could swing, I hit it with my metal rod from the bed. Glass and beer emerged from the bottle as it shattered, raining onto his bald head. He looked at me with a look of anger. Just then, I hit him on his temple with my rod and he collapsed to the floor, fainting.

I ran to our room to find Koru pressed against a wall in fear. I grabbed him by the wrist, leading him out the door, escalating from a walk, to a speed walk, to a jog, till finally, we were sprinting out the door, distancing ourselves as far away from our house as possible. I took one last look at our little house of horrors, remembering all the bad things that had happened in that god forsaken house. Then, It faded out of my field of view. I had made a decision that day.

No matter what happened, Me or Koru were NEVER going back. Not in this lifetime.