History.

                                    

                                          
At the end of the day, Caleb offered to drive me home and Liam said the same. But since Caleb and I lived on the same street as me, I told him I'd go with him.
He pulled up at my house and I got down from the car. We walked up to the front door and I sat down on the couch inside. I sighed violently, closing my eyes.
"He really can't stay away from you." "Neither can you." He smirked and sat next to me. "What next?" "The lawyer's supposed to be here."
"Ah, Man." He covered his face with his hands and groaned.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"We're supposed to have practise. Liam didn't tell me either. I guess he forgot."
"Aren't you gonna go?"
"Pointless now. I just wanna take care of you." "Caleb..." I looked at him, he smiled at me and brought his hand over the couch and he caressed my head.
"It's okay. As long as you're safe it's all that matters."
I smiled at him and sighed.
There was a knock on the door and Caleb got up. "Must be him." He uttered. He walked to the door and opened it. Caleb rounded the couch and smiled at me.
"This is the lawyer." Caleb uttered. I looked up and saw a young man standing before me. I smiled at him and he held out his hand.
"Hi, I'm Mr. Jeffrey Campbell." I shook his hand and smiled.
"I'm Cora Smith. This is Caleb Wilson. I would stand up but my leg is-" 
"There's no need, miss." He sat down and smiled.
"So, tell me. Every detail matters. It can justify your actions too." I nodded. Caleb sat down on the other side and I placed my hands together.
"It happened a long time ago. I was just a kid. I had a pretty normal 2 years of my life in the beginning. But dad had some problems with money. He used to be an occasional drinker but it got pretty intense after.
He wanted more and more every time. My mom couldn't take it. So she disappeared for a while, leaving me with him. He never hit me until I was 5. He would beat me mercilessly, possibly even cut me and leave me to bleed all over.
It continued for a long time. Dad managed to learn the conservation of money and he paid for my school fees and everything that needed paying. But the beating never stopped.
Mom came back when I was 7. It was normal after that. In the sense that dad was a raging alcoholic and mom was just a sadist who enjoyed seeing me get hurt. I don't think she actually cared about me and I lived with that just fine.
When I was 8, Elora, my sister, was born. She was too different from me and I knew she couldn't have been my dad's child. Even so, I accept her as my own.
After she was born, dad and mom dropped me off at my grandma's house. She took care of us and it was most peaceful. But there were certain days after I turned 9, that dad would come and take me away.
He took me to this scary warehouse and made me fight other kids who were possibly my age, younger or old. After I won the first time, he used me constantly to get money in the bag.
After I was done, he'd drop me off at granny's. She'd ask me what happened but I'd lie and say it was just school bullshit. It continued till last week.
No one knew. I felt shame in even telling the story. Because I was a pawn under my fathers fingers and if I didn't concede, he'd take Elora and use her instead.
Granny died when I was 13. So dad and mom had to take us back. It was awful. It was the same shit again. Fighting, yelling, cursing and violence. That's how I summarised it."