✅ Tutor// C.B ✅

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5 years ago my brothers who I live with now all graduated from high school and left the house.

My parents never wanted a girl so I was always treated awful compared to my brothers. Once they left the house it got even worse for me. Before they left I would always talk and hang out with them instead of studying like I do now.

They were my only friends and seeing they were older than me if anyone was going to say something or do something mean to me they knew my brothers would be there to hurt them.

However, once they left I was stuck with no friends and no way to make friends. So I resulted in studying when I was bored and soon my grades got great and that's how I got my love for studying.

I love studying because once you get the good grade on your test it's like all the hard work you've done pays off and it feels great.

However my parents hated the fact that all I would do is study so they started being verbally and mentally abusive.

Everyday I would hear the same things. "No wonder you have no friends you're such a loser all you do is study." Or "You are such a disappointment. Your brothers always had friends how come you can't get any". After hearing it constantly at home and at school it stopped effecting me so I showed no emotion and my parents clearly saw

They liked seeing me in pain so they started becoming physically abusive. If they went in my room and saw me studying instead of doing anything else they would take all the books away and yell at me while also slapping and kicking me.

One night it got the worst it ever was. Unknowingly for me it was the last night of this ongoing torture by my parents

That night I came home late because of the incident in the parking lot with the 3 girls and 4 guys I mentioned earlier and when I came home my parents were all happy because they thought I was with a friend and when I told them I got basically attacked, instead of feeling bad they snapped and it all went downhill fast.

I went from standing to on the floor in an instant and legs and fists flying everywhere at my body. They beat me so much I became unconscious and it didn't help that I already had a concussion from earlier that night. I wanted it to stop but it wouldn't until I saw all black. When I finally gained my consciousness back I was laying on the floor bloody and broken emotionally, physically, and mentally. By the time I was back to being awake it was early in the morning so instead of staying in the "torture chamber" I drove to school just to wait in the parking lot

No one was there as it was 4 in the morning except for one car. And in the one car was Mr. Marais eating his breakfast. He saw me sitting in the car crying from the pain and him knowing that I was a student and one of his he came over and knocked on my window which I quickly opened.

"Oh hi" I whispered
"Hi is everything okay"
"N-no."
"What's wrong"
"I- I can't walk, my head is pounding, my arm feels broken, my stomach is all bruised, I can't see anything, and I have a lot of cuts on my face that are probably really infected" I answered truthfully
"What happened"
"M-my parents"
"Your parents did this"
"Well my parents and 7 other people"
"What did they do"
"Um well both attacked me by kicking and punching me"
"Oh I'm sorry do you want to go inside the school so we can talk more and I can clean your cuts"
"Yes please I really don't want them to get infected"
"Don't worry they won't get infected I promise"
"Good because infections can get really bad you know"
"Oh really tell me more" he said as we walked in the school to his classroom

The whole walk inside and to his classroom was filled with me explaining infections and how awful and dangerous they can be.

If you don't know infections can become deadly so it's important to make sure you don't get any cuts infected. As you can see I am really passionate about this subject

When we finally got to his classroom I sat in a desk as he started cleaning the cuts

"Do you want to know something cool" I asked
"Sure. Is it about infections though"
"Of course not infections aren't cool they are deadly and awful"
"Oh sorry well whats something cool"
"We could die any second for any reason and no one would ever know why. Unless they're doctors of course. But you could be sitting in class and your heart could just randomly stop working and you'd just die and no one would really care. Well maybe they would care if someone like you died. But if I died no one would really care. Maybe you would care. No you probably wouldn't. Anyways it's cool that we could all die in an instant but for some reason we are still all alive"
"What do you mean no one would care if you died"
"Well I mean my parents wouldn't care, I don't have any friends to care, my brothers wouldn't find out and if they did they wouldn't care, the kids at this school wouldn't care, so literally no one"
"I know for a fact that if you died I would care"
"Well Thank you Mr. Marais. That actually makes me feel better knowing at least one person would care"
"Hey call me Jonah"
"Okay Jonah I think we should be friends. You know about my life and I know your first name"
"We can be friends then"
"Since we are now friends can I tell you a something"
"Sure What is it"
"If I tell you, you have to promise me no one will know"
"I promise"

So I told him how awful my parents were and how I was planning on sneaking out of my house and never going back. I told him everything my parents have done

Even though he promised no one would find out, that night police officers came to my house and took my parents away by an "anonymous" call telling them everything they've done

I knew right away that Mr. Marais was the one who called in because he was the only one I told

That night I had to explain my whole situation to a social worker who was very nice. She told me that my parents would be taken to jail for a while but I knew that she didn't know how long a while would be because they didn't have a court hearing and I know that in order to go to jail they have to go to court

So a couple weeks went by and soon a court date was made. I of course went and pleaded my case because no way am I letting my parents get away with being innocent when I know they're guilty

It was finally the day of the hearing and it was broadcasted live to the whole city. They broadcasted it because apparently it was the cities first huge and worst case of child abuse

Everything went great in the court and I was free from my parents. They are currently serving a life sentence and I know they will be tortured in jail because no one likes a child abuser. That same night my brothers all insisted on coming to live with me so I didn't hurt or try to kill myself. I of course denied because there's no way I want to die. I'm scared of getting an infection let alone killing my self. Plus why would I hurt myself if I'm already hurt enough.

I was mad at Mr. Marais at first for telling the police but now I know that if he didn't I probably wouldn't have been here still and that's why he's my life saver and why I like spending time with him