Chapter 7

Father came home, finally. I felt like a little relief. He was drunk, you could smell the gust of booze as soon as he walked in. He stumbled everywhere, knocking things over. This time father was really leaving, he said he was never coming back. I was doomed. I knew mother would get me good now. I prayed to God. I prayed mother would die. When we took Fathers things to him the next day. Mother took the boys to McDonald's naturally i stayed in the car by myself. When they got in the car she says I'm gonna get it. As soon as we got home I got locked in the bathroom with ammonia and chlorine. My throat burned. The next day i was saved and i didnt think it was real this time....I could never escape The Bitch

chapter 6

Father left us. Great...now I'm really gonna get it from The Bitch. Of course this was my fault, they fight about me and they drink because of me..who else should take the punishment but me? Mother let me out of the house finally...but it was just to make The Bitch money for her booze. She had me mowing the neighbors lawns. I'm still starving...as i tried not to think about food. One of the nice neighbor ladies fed me lunch, a good lunch. Mother accused me of stealing the food from the neighbor lady. Again, of course she beat the shit out of me.

chapter 5

I was nearly 11 years old now, and that meant more chores. Mother was always concerned on how fast i must finish my chores. I'm used to the scolding hot water now so that doesnt bother me. Mother yelled for me and was telling me she was giving twenty minutes to get all my chores done. She kept going on and on. She was wasting all my time. She then told me if i didnt finish the chores in twenty minutes she was gonna kill me as she waved a knife at me. All the sudden mother was stumbling from my younger brother Russell riding her like a horse, and i felt a very very sharp pain. I felt a warm sensation on my rib and drifted into a dark sleep. I woke up to mother cleaning me and trying to stop my bleeding. Mother took care of me all night, making me feel like the old me again. I went to bed happy, but had bad dreams. I woke up the next morning and knew lastnight was a joke. Mother was that same bitch she's been. From now im gonna take care of myself i dont need her help.

chapter 3

Lately mother said I've been a really bad boy. Mother has been punishing me much more cruel lately. I have no strength anymore. Mother received a letter from Santa and he said that i was being a very bad boy this year. So on christmas day while "the family" was eating and playing and laughing together i changed into my work clothes and started my chores. During one of mothers violent bursts she yanked my arm and i heard a big pop, i hurt so bad. I couldnt move my arm at all. Mother fed me that night and later she rushed me to the hospital.

chapter 2

The good days... A few years ago i could never ask for anything more. Mom was so beautiful and kind. She was always so caring and you could just feel the love when she was around. Father was my hero, he was everything i wanted to be when i got older. I can remember the fun vacations we took, the picinics, the family dinners. In everything we did mom would have a little life lesson to go along with it. I can remember exactly how she smelled and exactly how she looked. Man...i miss the good old days.

Chapter 4

Lately Mother has been worse. I'm becoming numb to everything she does to me. I just dont care, shes hurt me for so long and so much, all i can think about is getting things over with. The thing that i focuse on now is food. Mother stopped feeding me dinner and now all i get is left over cereal from my brothers and the same thing for lunch that ive had for 3 years now. Now all i do is steal, mother punishes me everytime for that. I'm such a bad boy.....

chapter one

I have to make sure i get breakfast today. I was a bad boy and didnt get dinner last night, I'm starving. Mother is always mad at me, I'm such a bad boy. I'm late for school again, and that means the nurse has to check me over. She looks at all Mother's marks on my body and her face looks terrified. She leaves and i know what she's doing. Shes telling the principal and he's gonna call Mother. Mother is going to be so mad, I know i'm gonna get a good couple hits from this. The teachers in the lounge make me tell on Mother. Then the next thing I know I'm going to jail, I'm such a bad boy. The cop called Mother to tell her, he told her i wasn't gonna be coming home. He told me I'm free. What does that mean? Free? Like free from the pain and bruises and starvation? Did he just help me? No ones ever helped me...