• Everyone called me a freak and nobody wanted to come to my house because of my parents.They always yelled and fight.Sometimes my father would beat me,and i had no defense when he did this.I was turning fourteen,but no one cared.I pulled my knees closer to my stomach.I usally stayed in my room to be away from "them".From yelling and fighting.Ollie had to sleep in my room or he'll be beaten like i am.He cries a lot and sometimes i have to make him milk to make him shut up.I sometimes get beaten when i step out the room by my father,and when i came back,Ollie look at me as if he knew about what happened.He'll be quiet for the rest of the day,which was good.I closed my eyes and let out a sigh.I started to hear footsteps come as Ollie started to cry. "Oh no!"I gasped.He was coming!!I tried to rock Ollie to sleep,but he cried even more.I sniffed his butt to see if he pooped,but he didn't.He needed a bottle!I slowly set him down,and went towards the door.My head started to get sweaty as i turned the doorknob."Get back in the room,Ella!You come out here and you know what's coming!" I heard my dad yell.I ducked back and locked the door."Sorry Ollie,no bottle today."I murmered to him.He cried some more than fell asleep.I don't know what to do anymore!I'm locked inside of my room.I didn't want to get beaten anymore.I wanted my father to get beaten and see how he likes it.I rubbed my hand over my hip,remembering he broke my bone there,but never took me to the hospital.I jerked open the door and stepped out.Ollie started crying,but i didn't care.Now was my chance.I heard footsteps coming towards me and knew the worst was coming.I wanted to die,to kill myelf,instead of getting beaten everyday when i step out of the room."You little stupid girl!I told you to stay inside your room!"He yelled.He yanked me by the hair and pain shot into my head.He dropped me and i landed hard on my back.I knew i was probaly paralyzed now by the way i couldn't move.I tried to move my hand,but I couldn't.He then kicked me hard in the ribs,making me break some rib bones.I closed my eyes and laughed.Ollie cried,and my dad beat me in the head with a bat.I had my wish and was now dead.He dashed into Ollie's room and started to shake him.Ollie cried even more.My three months old brother went limp and was dead.My father threw Ollie down on the floor and bashed him with my rock collection.Ollie was dead,and i heard sirens.I saw Ollie come up from his body and join me above.I still curse my father every chance i get,and he got turned into jail by my neighbor who heard "screaming and a baby crying."I was happy and away from my father who would beat me,i was free.My dull filthy black hair was now clean,and my troubled green eyes were now cheerful.I was free.Ollie still cried,but i took care of him.I was free.I now see people and try to help them as hard as I can,people like me who were beaten,and helped them accpet their death if they died from it.I was free.