I'm Done (One-Shot)

Do any of you have brothers? Are they older? Younger? Mean or nice? What about assholes? Well, yeah, I have three older brothers, and all three are assholes. I'm not good enough for them, or I'm not cool enough. They never really specify.

You know how it's pretty common for a brother to be protective of their sister, especially if she's younger than them? Ha, my brothers don't give a shit about me. I can't even look at them without them saying I'm trying to start stuff with them.

I love them. Literally, I love them with all of my heart. I worry when they aren't home when I'm going to bed at night. I try to wake them up or tidy up their room or do their chores so my dad doesn't spank them. But they don't care.

They don't touch me, they don't hold me. It's sort of an unspoken rule in our house that we can't talk. Because if we do, we fight. It's hard, not being able to talk to your brothers. They're you're flesh and blood, of course you'll want to talk to them.

Remember what I said about protection? Well, my brothers don't look out for me. I could be hanging off of a cliff two feet in front of them above jagged rocks and they probably wouldn't notice. And their friends, wow, all they do is talk about how much of a pain I am to them and encourage their mean jokes they make about me.

And if they have to do something for me it's like hell is freezing over. They make up any excuse in the book not to take me to band, or to school, or to sports team practice when my parents can't. And they wonder why I don't like them. Ha, funny right?

"Don't look at me," Joe mumbled as we sat at the dinner table. Our parents were out, which is usually when it's at their worst.

"God, you were looking at me!" I exclaimed in frustration.

"Don't say god's name in vain Marissa," Kevin scolded me. I threw my napkin down on the table and pushed my chair back, rising to my feet. "Where are you going?"

"Away from you," I said, walking out of the kitchen towards the stairs. I wasn't paying attention to where I was going, and walked straight into Nick.

"Watch where you're going bitch," Nick snapped at me. Yeah, they enjoy calling me names too.

"Um, excuse me asshole, but you can watch where you're going too," I said, shoving past him.

His hand wrapped around my arm and I was jerked back to facing him. Next thing I knew, his fist was colliding with my stomach, doubling me over in pain. I felt sick and I couldn't breathe. The little food I had eaten rose in my throat, and I wasn't able to hold it in.

"Gross!" Nick yelled, jumping back to get out of the way.

Rushed footsteps told me my other brothers were coming this way. I was still coughing and bent over when they appeared. "Gosh Marissa, clean this shit up and go to your room," Joe ordered me. Kevin left then returned with a bucket and a small scrubber.

They left me to deal with the mess I had made. Tears flowed down my face as I cleaned it up, then I ran upstairs. I texted my best-friend Brett as I threw my suitcase onto my bed and jerked open my dresser. I threw random clothes into it.

I couldn't take this anymore. I can't take being around the brothers who hate me. I don't care about them anymore. I still love them, but I don't care. This has happened way too long.

I crawled out of my window as the sound of footsteps on the stairs sounded. I was on the ground when I heard my name being angrily yelled. I took off into the night, running from my own family.

Normal POV

The night was chilled as Marissa ran through the vacant streets. She didn't notice the van following her until it blocked her path and the door opened. Two guys hopped out in hooded masks. One covered her mouth with a clothe to muffle her scream and the other wrestled her into the van.

It was around midnight when the Jonas boys got the call.

"Marissa?! You are in so much trouble when-" Kevin was cut off by the voice on the other line.

"This isn't Marissa," a deep voice said. "This is Officer Taylor from the LYPD. The body of a young girl was found in a alleyway. She had an ID on her with the name of Marissa Jonas."
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This is pretty much my relationship with my brother. Actually, mine may be worse. He hasn't hit me in a couple of years, but verbally, it's bad. I just wanted to get this out there because we had a fight a few minutes ago, and I'm pretty sad.

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[DevinJane14]

aww im sorry that happens to u. i really like the story one shot it sounds interesting, i was wondering r u going to continue??

[MissCandyNinja]

Wow! I'm sorry how about I call some peeps up and have a lil fun with ur bro :) and only 1 of my bros r mean to me but that's once in awhile I'm sry he does that to u haven't u told Ur parents? And if he takes u to the hospital lik he beats u up bad and that happens he will finially realize it maybe but have hope!

[qtknz]

Awww im sorry your brother isnt very nice :( If you need to talk im here..

[bm1b4by]

Aww, I'm sorry I wasn't there =(

I pray for things to get better between you and your brother.

I hope he just see's what he's doing one day and realises lifes to short.

[sydneyhardy]

i know how u feel. i have two older brothers. the oldest,he looks out for me. the second one, not so much.just recently i got hit last night. verbally,that's pretty much a usual thing. I dont have the greatest relationship with me parents. my oldest brother moved due to a job and im alone and i wanna leave so bad

[noodlesmurfJB]

I'm really sorry for your relationship with your brother, :/

Hopefully it gets better soon. I loved this one shot :)

[SimpleSexStoriesX]

This was sad. :(

im sorry about your brother... I hope things get better.

[HIHALAMID]

See can u plz do a epilogue

[HIHALAMID]

Aww this wassad ad I'm sorry for u and u ur bro me and my bros argue too but just for fun lol

[MacSarah125]

Aww :( awesome one shot