She had gone to her friend's place for the holidays and whilst she was gone my parents started to treat me like shit, you know, with my mum bashing the shit out of me, physically AND mentally, and dad being the paedophile he is. You can see where that's going. Anyways, Lucy came home a little early but nothing was happening besides mum and dad fighting. When she came into the lounge room looking upset and worried they stopped immediately. They didn't want her to worry and get hurt by them, typical. Mum and dad asked how her holidays were but she didn't say that much. I was in my room, I didn't want to go out there in the cross-fire, but then