My brother

My brother was diagnosed with ADD. I don't believe in ADD. I think he was just an asshole and that was his excuse. My Brother used me as his personal slave. I was like a toy to him. All big brothers pick on their little sisters and boss them around, but this was different. Mum used to let him mind me while went out to 'get on'. Of course he would just leave me home alone. I liked it best that way. When I was with my Brother I was in hell. "Kiss my feet" he would say as he pushed me to the ground shoving his toes in my mouth. "Do it now or I'll smash ya!" holding his fist in the air counting "one....two....three!" On three his fist would pound me in the stomach winding me and always bringing me to tears. If it was possible I always tried to do what he said. I was so scared of him. He was constantly beating me and saying such nasty things. Things that have scared me for life. I was such a depressed child that I actually wished I would die. Nobody believed me when I told them about how my brother had been treating me, so I stopped telling people. This is how he treated me (much worse too) until I was about 15 years old. I hated him so much.