Who was home robots? Have you ever felt home? Tell me about it,

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>be me
>be 16
>had bf and gf
>lived with then because mom kicked me out at 14 because I was the product of a rape, and she never wanted me anyway.
>be happy, bf and gf said i wasn't allowed to lose my virginity until i was 18, and it was gonna be to them
>bf comes home drunk one day
>attacks me, claiming i disobeyed him
>called me a whore
>beats me and knocks me down
>gf tries to intervene
>bf attacks her, pins her down and rapes her, i watch, but pretend to be unconscious
>he does the same to me
>it hurts so bad
>still play dead
>bf finishes and realizes what he did
>gf is crying
>bf goes into the back of the house
>comes back with a gun
>gf pleads with him not to kill us
>hear shot go off
>gf screams
>feel warm, stick wet on me
>smell copper and gunpowder.
>bf killed himself
>black out from shock and panic
>wake up in hospital
>gf is in mental ward
>bf is dead
>my home is gone

>never known happiness or dated anyone since then
>mostly stayed in my apartment when i wasn't working, with the rare exception of going to get groceries
>get a call a few weeks ago
>gf killed herself, left note to call me
>last bits of home are gone.