Prologue
I was sitting in front of the TV with my three older brothers watching cartoons. My life was a very complicated mess. My parents, if that’s what you can them, fell in love years ago, well, my mum did anyway. My dad fell in love with her money but she stays with him anyway cause they get along and, well, she loves him. They got married then had Jasper. One year later they had Logan, another one year later they had Noah. And then comes me, two years later.
My mum and dad love my brothers, they were the perfect good boys. They hate me. They beat me behind my brothers back, and make me look bad. My beloved brothers think that I get into trouble in school and get beat up. It makes it even more easy for my dad to touch me ’cause they make me go to a different school. All of my brothers got their looks from my dad. Dark hair, tan skin and green eyes. I, on the other hand got my mother’s looks. Slightly less tanned skin, blue eyes and blonde hair. At the age of seven, this made me very cute.
My dad came up to us as usual, “Boys, it’s time for soccer”. As my brothers got ready to go, I tensed up. Noah walked past me and rubbed my hair while I tried to pushed him away, but couldn’t. “See ya Kim”. Once my mum and brothers were out the door, dad turned on me.
“Well peach, let’s have some fun.
